By the next day, the Ming Gallery, which had been burned to the ground, was still emitting thick black smoke and emitting a scorched atmosphere.

Pedestrians passing by here all looked sideways, and they all felt that the fire was a little strange, although the Ming Gallery was burned down, it did not affect the surrounding houses, except for the exterior walls of the adjacent shops, which were burned, and the rest of the place was intact.

In the dead of night, the moon and stars are scarce.

In a small shop that has been dusted for a long time across the street from the Ming Gallery, a small table lamp with a faint light has been lit, reflecting the hazy light of this room of more than 20 square meters.

I saw that on two of the walls, there were three paintings hanging on each other, and a thin and tall man ......

Chapter 169 of "The Day of Working for the Painting Immortals": The golden cicada is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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