A strange sense of heaviness weighed on everyone's heart.
If those people a hundred years ago were also the ones in the painting, then when exactly did this whole event originate? Will it continue in this way in an endless and endless cycle?
Then what will be the fate of the rest of us? Will we continue to struggle between life and death in an endless cycle? We will either die in a painting along the way, or we will continue to struggle until we grow old, until we can no longer struggle, and finally die of exhaustion and despair.
This is... too miserable.
Everyone returned to the car and sat quietly for a long time before Nathan Ke broke the oppressive silence: "I plan to stay here for a few more days and focus on checking the study that the old lady's master mentioned. Since her master's ancestors lived here, and those people took the initiative to ask her master to read their fortunes, then the study should be in this city."
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