Chapter 802: Painting
Judging from Huang Hua's state, this can also be affirmed.
My whole face changed rapidly, but now I was hiding it in my heart.
None of this is so important in the current situation, and the power of the Living Pill is swimming in my body, which can be regarded as the biggest gain of my trip.
For me, this time the tomb can be said to be worth it, there are almost no regrets, if there is really anything to not go, then only in the tomb Qian Lao's death.
Knock knock knock....
At this moment, I immediately heard some sounds from the stairs, and the moment the sound came, my whole eyes immediately looked upward, and I saw that where the stairs were, a figure slowly walked over.
What appeared in front of me was an old man who looked very old, and the signs of the ravages of the years could be seen on the face of the old man.
The moment the old man saw me, the whole person quickened his steps under his feet.
"Boy, where are you from, and why did you come to a remote place like Huangyan Village?"
As he spoke, a clear scrutiny flashed in his eyes, and I immediately felt a pressure in my whole body.
The old man in front of me is definitely not an ordinary person, and one thing that is certain now is that the old man in front of me is my life-saving benefactor.
One thing that can be determined is that the old man in front of him will definitely have an excellent way to deal with the Tomb Beast
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Otherwise, there's no way to explain how the Tomb Beast was defeated.
My whole body fell into a state of silence for an instant, and I didn't know what to say at all.
What should I say now, it seems that there is no way to say at all, could it be that I am going to say that it is a tomb robbery?
But there seems to be no way to explain the other reasons, could it be that you want to travel to such a remote place?
Originally, this village didn't exist on the map, and it was a question of where to find out, and I was silent for a while.
The old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, and the moment he saw my silence, a little unexpected light flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.
"I can't say it, do you, let me answer for you, you're here to invert the bucket, and the bag contains all the tools used to pour the bucket."
Immediately after that, my whole person's eyes quickly fell on the person in front of me, and the old man in front of me had a coolness in his voice when he spoke.
My whole body trembled involuntarily, and it was no wonder that this old man thought of it, because there must be a great degree of correlation in this.
For the villagers of Huangyan Village, the only valuable thing in the village here is the tomb hidden behind it for generations.
These things are not difficult to guess, and the old man in front of him seems to have some other strange things, but he can guess it very clearly.
For a moment, I couldn't speak, I didn't know how to deny it, and in fact, it was, I came here to fight.
What he said could indeed be said to be my doing, and I have no room to refute it.
My whole heart almost shrank at this moment, this thing is not a glorious thing, and in this moment, my whole heart is a little stiff.
What should I do now?
My whole body was in terrible pain, and my brain was spinning at high speed, but there was nothing I could do.
Not to mention that my body can't move at all now, and even if I can, I can't do anything to the old man in front of me.
After all, the old man in front of me can be regarded as my life-saving benefactor, if it weren't for this old man, I'm afraid I would have died in the hands of the tomb beast.
In such a situation, the only thing that can be done is to resign yourself to fate.
It depends on the old man's decision.
"Don't be afraid, you're not the only one fighting here over the years, it's in the middle of nowhere, and there's no mark on the map."
"Under such circumstances, this area can be said to be a three-way area, and it is understandable that many people come here."
The old man's expression softened slightly, and he slowly walked to the side and sat on the edge of the table, I don't know why, staring at the old man in front of me actually made me feel inexplicably familiar.
I don't know where this familiar feeling came from, but I can be very sure that this familiarity is not my delusion.
It's like I've seen this old man somewhere.
I struggled to sit up from the bed, and the moment I sat up, I saw something in the wall beside me.
On the other side of the wall was a painting of a person, and the moment I saw this, my pupils contracted sharply to the extreme.
The person in the painting can be said to be lifelike, and every hair can be seen clearly, and at the same time, the person in front of the painting can be said to be extremely familiar.
It can be said that it is nine images of Huang Hua!
What's going on here?
At this moment, my mind jumped, what kind of connection is there between the two? Is there any relationship between Huanghua and Huangyan Village?
This was the first thought that flashed through my mind, and judging from the current situation, the person depicted in the portrait must have an inseparable relationship with Huang Hua, if not a lie.
My whole thing shrank rapidly, and my eyes slowly fell on the old man in front of me, even if I don't understand the old man in front of the person in this painting, I should know a thing or two.
"Old man, who is the person depicted in this painting?" At this moment, I stared at the painting on the wall and spoke slowly.
For me now, that's the only thing I have to figure out.
Huang Hua is too mysterious, and judging from my current contact with him, there are a lot of things he is hiding.
There are so many secrets hidden that people have to think about it.
The old man in front of him frowned for a moment when he interrupted him, and then at me, and then at the painting on the wall.
However, after a moment of silence, the old man in front of him still spoke.
"What is depicted on this painting is one of the ancestors of our Huangyan Village, the people who founded Huangyan Village in the first place."
At this moment, I noticed that the scroll in front of me looked quite historical, and it looked like it had been a long time.
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