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The thought disappeared, and an ancient painting appeared in front of Lu Xuan.
The painting was in shades of grey and white, faintly marked with mottled patterns, indicating it had weathered many years.
Depicted on the ancient painting was a female ghost dressed in white, with black hair covering her face. The ghostly figure was influenced by the wavy lines, as though a dense resentment so thick it could materialize was about to rush out of the painting.
Although her face was not clear, one could sense from her an emotion of sorrow that reached the extreme. Even when one's gaze moved away, the image of the female ghost lingered in one's mind, invoking an involuntary pity in the heart.
Lu Xuan cast aside the thoughts in his mind, his consciousness concentrated on the ancient painting, and instantly, he understood the detailed information about it.
