I looked at the painting carefully and found that there were traces of tearing since the scroll, that is, the original painting of the new countryside was torn off.

Now the most likely explanation is that the painting is a picture-in-picture, and the original painting of the new countryside is pasted on top of this picture of a lady in order to cover up the real painting.

I don't know what dynasty this painting originated from, and I don't know how many people passed through it, but it can be inferred that the painting of the new countryside will not take shape too late, and those tractors and peasant costumes should probably be after the nineties.

I looked carefully at the pictures of the ladies and women, and I couldn't find too many clues, the background and the women's clothing, I didn't know what era it was from, and my historical knowledge was very poor.

Li Blind hasn't woken up yet, so it's not a matter of doing so. I felt his pulse, but I couldn't feel it, and I sniffed, and he wasn't breathing at all, and I was a little scared.

Pacing back and forth in the attic, his heart was in turmoil, should he send Blind Li to the hospital? He is so breathless and pulseless, isn't he already dead? I squatted in front of him and looked at it carefully, but I didn't think it was like it, Li Blind still looked quite vibrant, and the current situation was more like a deep determination.

I re-hung the painting on the wall and made the decision that I was going to go through the shadows again, preferably again, and see what was going on.

I took a deep breath, began to channel, closed my eyes and waited for a while, then slowly opened them.

When I opened it, I had already turned on the psychics, and I first looked at the blind man, and to my surprise, there was no life emanating from the blind man.

The Yin Soul can not only see the Yin Things, but when looking at the living, although it will not see their souls, it can also see the vitality emanating from their bodies. And this time, on Blind Li, I only saw a cold body, just an object like the bed and cabinet in the house, without any life.

In other words, the soul of the blind man Li is gone.

There are only two explanations for this situation, one is that he is dead, and he is dead thoroughly. The second is that he has lost his soul, and his soul does not know where it has gone.

I'm more inclined to the second one, where the soul can go, and the only place is the painting.

I slowly turned my head and looked at the painting on the wall. At this moment, an extremely mysterious illusion welled up, unable to explain how the whole process happened, and the next second I entered the painting.

It was late at night, and the courtyard was silent, and the woman was digging hard into the ground with a flower hoe. I looked at her and wanted to move forward, but suddenly I realized that there was no body in this painted world, only a point of view, like a gust of wind.

I silently leaned over to see how strong an ancient woman could be, and how delicate the hoe she used was, and how delicate she could do the work, and the mound of earth on the ground was not very large, and it was very laborious for her to dig up.

I can see that this woman would rather suffer herself than let others help her, and she comes to dig in the middle of the night, there must be something unspeakable.

There was no one in the courtyard except her.

The sequelae of the Yin Spirit slowly struck, and I began to feel dizzy, I endured the discomfort, looked around, and saw no trace of Li Blind, didn't he enter this painting?

I suddenly realized a possibility, could the blind man be like me, in the form of the wind, formless and incorporeal? If that's a problem, even if he's really here now, I won't be able to see him.

The woman was digging with a hoe and a hoe, tired and sweaty, and panting.

I thought of a way, if Blind Li was really here, he must be near this woman, and I tried to give him a signal so that he could see.

The way I came up with was to try to see if I could leave a line on the ground for Blind Li to see.

Although I am now formless and insubstantial, there is nothing wrong with trying. I crouched on the ground, lowered my perspective, and began to write on the ground. Before his hand touched the ground, someone suddenly spoke: "Don't want anything from the animation!" ”

I suddenly realized, damn, it was Li who was blind, I looked around, and there was no trace of him.

The voice of the blind man came: "I'm fine, you get out of here quickly." ”

"Where are you?" I asked.

Blind Li said: "I am looking at the painting in the interior scene, both in the painting and outside the painting, you don't mess with the things on the animation, especially touch them in the painting." ”

"Why?" I asked.

Li Blind said: "Once you touch the things in the painting, you will interact with each other and become the person in the painting." It doesn't affect you, but it disrupts the clues in the painting, and there are no words on the ground in the real scene in the painting, and you write it, then the direction of the scene in the painting is different from the original one. ”

If a person invents a time machine to go back to the past, then everything he does will affect the occurrence of established history, and no one can say what will happen in the future. Isn't there such a paradox in science fiction, I go back to the past and kill me, I still don't exist.

Li Blind said, "You get out of here quickly." ”

"What about you?" I asked.

Li Blind said: "You don't have to worry about me, lock the attic after you go out, don't let anyone come in and disturb you, I will come out when I want to come out." Let me tell you, this painting is very unusual, mysterious and abnormal, and it is not something you can understand. ”

I was very unconvinced, and hummed twice without speaking.

Blind Li sighed: "I'll tell you directly, I have a serious doubt that this painting is not painted." ”

"What do you mean?" I was surprised.

"I remember when the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, a wonderful event occurred, a person was vaporized in an instant, and his shadow was carved into the ground." Li Blind said.

"yes, I think there is." I say.

Li Blind said: "The situation here is the same, you imagine the scene on this painting as the shadow of a person at the moment of the atomic bomb explosion, and the scene in front of you is instantly condensed for some reason, and it becomes a painting." The painting is just a way to peek into the scene, like a window, but it's not the scene itself. ”

"You mean you can get into this scene by drawing?" I say.

Li Blind said: "This kind of Taoist method is mysterious, it is almost an immortal method, and it is not something you and I can figure out." ”

"This scene is frozen in an instant...... "I said, does that mean that this scene just stops here?" This woman is always digging in the ground, and the next scene will never come. ”

Li Blind said: "No, it's just that the scene doesn't move here, and time passes." We could only wander around this courtyard, not outside. The minutes are still passing by here. The reason I'm here is to see what this woman has dug up. ”

"I'll take a look, too." I say.

"No, your skills are not good, be careful that the true yuan is exhausted when you are trapped here, and you won't be able to get out when the time comes." Li Blind said: "I painted the interior landscape, but in fact, I didn't enter the painting, so the consumption is relatively small, and I will tell you what secrets there will be when the time comes." ”

"Okay." I'm a little unwilling.

Blind Li heard my emotions and said, "Brother Feng, don't come in again." ”

"Why?"

Li Blind said: "The time in the painting is passing, I had waited for this woman to dig out the things underneath, but as soon as you came in just now, the time in the painting returned to the moment when the woman just entered the courtyard to excavate." It's like time is suddenly reset to zero and starting from scratch. I'm going to have to keep delaying here. The subtlety of the immortal family's methods is beyond our imagination. ”

I was dizzy and didn't know whether it was true or not, but it was logically reasonable.

My mind moved, and I took the Yin Spirit out of the painting. When I opened my eyes, I found myself still in the attic. The Yin Spirit had passed, and I was so dizzy that I ran to the toilet and retched for a while, and it took a long time for this energy to dissipate.

I looked into the room, and the blind man was still sitting there, the paintings on the wall had not moved, and the scene just now seemed like a dream.

I walked outside, gently closed the door, and locked it with the key.

From this day on, Li Blind never came out of the attic, and after three or four days in a row, gradually those neighbors and friends around him realized that something was wrong, especially Brother Wang, who came several times a day, but never saw Li Blind. He asked me where Lao Li had gone. I told him that Blind Li had picked up a client from out of town, went to see feng shui, and went to the south, and it was uncertain when he would come back.

And so, a week passed, and I opened the attic several times and went in to inspect it. Li Blind still maintained that posture and remained motionless, I have touched his body, if he was already dead, I am afraid that the body would have decomposed for such a long time, and now it is still the same as a living person, which means that it should be fine.

I looked at this painting, and I impulsively wanted to go in several times, but after thinking about it, Li Blind had spent so much time in the painting, and if I had ventured into it and reset the time, all his work would have been in vain.

I had to lock the door and wait for him to get out on his own.

Blind Li is not here, this shop is suddenly crowded, and the popularity is all coming to him, I am still too young to hold it at all.

I thought about it, and there was no way to do it. Didn't Liu Yin say that she had been to the scene in the painting before, as if she was in Liaoyang. Why don't I go to the field and take a look, and I should be distracted, maybe I can find something unexpected.