Maybe it was because of his eyes, or maybe it was because the miserable green light was too dim, Zhu Zan plucked up the courage to get closer to the door, squinted his eyes and looked again, but found that he could no longer see what kind of pattern was engraved on the door.

After a moment, he couldn't even make out if the wick a few steps away from him was a door, or if there was actually a hunched man standing there, arms wrapped around a terrifying object that made his heart skip a beat.

At the same time, the bronze oil lamp he kept carrying in his hand also made Zhu Zhan feel uneasy.

The body of the lamp was densely covered with scratches of various sizes, and the touch was as cold as metal, and it felt like holding a skull in the hand that had just been found in an ice cave.

But in such an environment, he didn't dare to throw away the only light source in his hand, even if it didn't look or feel like something auspicious and festive.

"You're here......"

A dry and hoarse voice sounded in Zhu Zhan's ears, like a yin wind blowing through his body.

Zhu Zhan trembled, took a few steps forward uncontrollably, and came to the human figure with a leaning body.

Boom!

He swallowed a large gulp of saliva and stared blankly at the scroll hanging on the wall.

It was only then that he realized that it was not a door, nor a person, but a mural hanging on the wall.

However, it was the hunched man in the painting who was talking to him.

Zhu Zhan's palms were a little damp, and a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead, this kind of fear that he had never encountered before, made him feel his heart pounding violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat at any time.

"Another wretched man, who has strayed into the realm of the circle, and is about to become his latest bread. ”

The man in the painting spoke again, and he raised his head to reveal a smooth flat face with no facial features, but what was really speaking was the blood-drenched and terrifying face held in two hands.

Zhu Zan was stunned for a while, and then he raised the bronze oil lamp with trembling hands, wanting to see what the person in the painting looked like.

As the green light flickered, he saw that the flat face with no facial features on the portrait was changing little by little, like a dexterous brush that could not be perceived, outlining the three-dimensional feeling of the smooth whiteboard as smooth as a mirror.

Seeing the face in the painting change from the flat plate to the seven senses, Zhu Zhan's heart was suddenly filled with a strange feeling, like a person after washing his face, looking in the mirror to see what has not been cleaned, and needs to be further treated.

It was in this strange feeling that he stared blankly at the portrait as if he were looking at himself in the mirror.

The figure in the painting changes his posture, holding the smiling head with one hand and reaching forward with the other.

Zhu Zhan's expression was dull, and he also stretched out his arm to touch the hand that reached out from the painting.

There was a soft pop.

His fingertips touched lightly with the illusory finger sticking out of the painting.

The moment the fingertips touched, there was no imaginary staggering, and there was no feeling of being clenched and entangled, just a chill came to my face, as if I had stepped into an ice cellar.

In addition to the cold, there was a strange sound in his ears, which was clearly audible in this small, dark, seemingly isolated space.

Zhu Zan suddenly came back to his senses at this time, and withdrew his arm suddenly, his face was cloudy, and he was almost dripping with gloomy water.

He didn't know why he stupidly ran to this portrait, and unconsciously reached out his hand to touch it, everything he had just done was as uncontrollable as if he had lost his soul, or was controlled by others.

The strange sounds in my ears grew louder and clearer.

Finally, he suddenly remembered what this sound was!

It's the sound of breathing.

To be precise, it doesn't look like the breathing sound of a person or an animal, because the breathing sound seems to be everywhere and overlapping, as if thousands of people are gathered in this small and closed room, suppressing and slowly inhaling and exhaling......

Zhu Zhan's body trembled uncontrollably, and a chill quietly permeated his whole body, only the green oil lamp in his right hand, the miserable green flame danced slightly, illuminating a small space around him, bringing him a little psychological comfort.

Breathe, breathe, breathe......

The chaotic sound of breathing in one place made him irritable, and he didn't realize that the face on the opposite portrait had become clearer and clearer, and more and more similar to his own face, as if it had been reproduced from rubbing.

Time passed, and when he finally struggled to get rid of the effect of the breathing sound on his mind and turned his attention back to the portrait, he suddenly realized to his horror that the person in the portrait was himself.

What's more, the other "he" has already squeezed half of his body out of the portrait, and will soon be standing in front of him face to face.

Zhu Zan wanted to escape, but he couldn't muster up a little strength, and his whole body seemed to be filled with ice, not only stiff, but also cold.

He also wanted to shout for help, but he didn't know who to call or who to call to save him.

In the end, he didn't even know who he really was and why he was here.

Click!

The "he" in the portrait was finally completely free from the shackles of the plane and stood in front of him.

Most of the area in the scroll hung there was already blank, except for the head hanging in the center, with an eerie smile on its face, silently watching two almost identical people stand face to face, getting closer and closer.

"You've finally come to yourself"

"I don't know where I am. ”

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know. ”

"I am you, you are me. ”

"Yes, I am you, you are me. ”

"All that you have, all that belongs to me. ”

"Yes, everything that I have, everything belongs to you. ”

"So, who the hell are you?"

The figure that emerged from the portrait spoke in a quiet tone, waiting for an answer from the dejected man on the other side.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for "he" to hear a very clear and unambiguous answer.

Although, this answer made "he" suddenly stunned and seemed a little caught off guard.

"I'm very serious to tell you, I'm the divine great Falling Sakura God Axe Gu Qianhu......"

"Then it's time for me to ask, who are you, the guy who suddenly popped out, and why did I smell a familiar smell in you?"

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Chapter 293: Oil Lamp