At this time, a man in ancient clothes walked out of the thatched hut, holding a book in his hand, and smiled slightly when he saw An Yan, "Why didn't Childe come?" Isn't it too shabby? ”

There is one more person, and now An Yan remembers where he has seen it, isn't this the landscape map sent by his uncle, the only difference is the peach forest, in that painting, the peach forest only has a small branch or two, and in this dream, it becomes a whole peach forest.

An Yan didn't know what the person in the painting wanted to do, and he also wanted to see what he would have after him, and when he heard the other party say this, he wanted to walk across the bridge.

Before he got on the bridge, An Yan heard the mobile phone ringing, and then uncontrollably broke away from the dream and opened his eyes in reality.

A slight flash of light flashed on the painting again, and this time An Yan noticed it, but he didn't notice it, frowned slightly, patted his head, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Strange, how can you have such nonsensical dreams?" As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and got up and went to the study.

He wasn't sure if this painting could only pull him into a dream in this room, so he simply lowered the barrier at the door, went to the study to lock the door, and sat on the chair in the study to enter the out-of-body mode to hook the soul.

Because of the pretense in his heart, An Yan's mission this time was done very quickly, basically after checking the names and appearances of the people, he directly collected the ghost beads, and used the ghost order to open the small door and send the ghost beads to the ghost world, and then returned home, and the time took less than an hour in total.

After returning to the bedroom, An Yan went to bed again, yawned slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

This time, I don't know if it's because I'm prepared, or because this weird painting doesn't plan to be a demon anymore, in short, An Yan slept directly until dawn.

After getting up, I went out for a few laps as usual, came back to take a shower, ate breakfast, and began to write homework, although the eleventh statutory rest was seven days, but because they were already in the third year of high school, the schoolwork was more intense, and the school only gave 5 days, and the other two days were used to make up for classes.

After deducting the time to write homework at home, in fact, to put it bluntly, there is not a day of real rest, because I have been with Lin Xiaoxiao for a day yesterday, and if I don't hurry up to finish my homework in the next few days, I will wait to be chased by the teacher on the day I return to school.

Busy writing a day's homework, after ordering pizza for dinner, he took down the painting and studied it, there was no trace of ghost on this painting, so what was the smell he sensed last night?

This painting was given by his uncle, why did his uncle send him a problematic painting, and could the bombing in his previous life be related to his uncle?

An Yan stopped his thoughts and shook his head fiercely, what was he thinking, this is his uncle, how could he be involved in the bombing, besides, when the explosion happened, his uncle had not contacted his family for nearly half a year, and his grandmother had always said that his uncle had an accident, and she said that she always felt uneasy.

But during that time, his uncle would basically send a postcard every month, the background on it was in various countries, Lin Cuifen also used the identification department to identify the handwriting, it can be determined that there is nothing wrong with me, and I didn't take my grandmother's words seriously, just that my uncle was really busy outside.

At that time, An Yan didn't feel that there was anything wrong, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid that my grandmother's feeling is right, and something must have happened to my uncle.

Could it be that my uncle sent him this painting to tell him something?

No, no, I didn't paint anything in my previous life, there must be something he missed.

An Yan rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that his thoughts were mixed together, and he had a headache.

I don't know if it's because An Yan touched a position in the painting, a ghostly light flashed on the painting, sucking An Yan's soul in, and An Yan in the bedroom fell to the ground because he suddenly lost his soul.

Most of the pizza that I had eaten on my hands also fell to the ground, leaving some stains.

This place again! An Yan reached out and took a piece of falling peach blossom petals and sniffed it gently.

Is this real? A hint of surprise flashed in An Yan's eyes, and the faint fragrance of peach blossoms passed through the smell of his nose and entered An Yan's nerves, he had always thought that the world in this painting was fake, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Just like yesterday, when I walked to the bridge, the young man in ancient costume stood on the other side of the bridge with the ancient book in line binding, just like yesterday.

"Childe can let me wait."

With a shallow smile and politeness, if it weren't for the fact that he was still wearing modern clothes, An Yan would definitely think that he was an ancient person.

"Why are you waiting for me?" An Yan was a little curious, although this person was a character in the painting, but there was only a faint trace of clear air lingering on his body, which proved that this person was at least a scattered immortal who was at least higher than him, and he didn't know how much, so why did he find him.

"In Xia Yanmo, I want to ask my son for help if I have something, and I also ask my son to cross the bridge and talk about it in detail." Yan Mo smiled slightly, making An Yan shake slightly.

The world says that Gongzi is like a jade gentleman in the world, I'm afraid he is talking about such a person, and when he came back to his senses, he had already crossed the bridge and stood in front of the thatched hut.

I was slightly embarrassed in my heart, why did he come directly to a man's smile, and he said that he was vigilant. Besides, he likes women, so why is he so dazzled by a man, it's really undeserved.

"Gongzi An..." Yan Mo saw that An Yan's expression changed a little, and shouted.

"Call me An Yan, don't call me An Gongzi, it's the 21st century, don't do your ancient set." An Yan coughed slightly, hiding his embarrassment.

"By the way, what did you mean when you said you wanted me to help you with something? How did you end up in the painting? This painting was given to me by my uncle, have you seen him? An Yan has too many questions to know.

Yan Ruyu, who asked a lot of questions, didn't know which one to answer first, thought about it, and simply answered one by one, "There is a saying that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book, I don't know if An Yan has heard of it?" ”

An Yan nodded, wondering a little in his heart, how could he not have heard such a classic word, but did it have anything to do with the question he asked?

"I want to ask An Yan for help, that is, to help my sister Yan Ruyu find it back......," Yan Mo seemed to be a little embarrassed, "My little sister is a little naughty, she ran away from home, I wasted a lot of effort to lock the space where she is, and it happened to be attached to the painting by chance, but Yan Mo is only a trace of soul now, and there is no way to stay here for a long time, so I have to find someone to help find my little sister back." "Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Reborn Ghost World Civil Servant Outstanding Literature" for free for the first time.