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The entire room was eerily quiet.
Shen Feng paid no attention to Du Zheng, who had plopped down on the ground, and said to Chen Jishun, "Go fetch a bigger iron bucket or iron basin, and burn this oil painting right here in the room."
Following Shen Feng's words, Chen Jiaya was the first to swallow hard and then sprint out of the room.
Chen Jishun, no longer looking at the painting on the wall, said with a trembling voice, "Senior, is my granddaughter really in an endless coma because of this painting? My daughter and I also stayed in the room that night. Why are we fine?"
Shen Feng offhandedly explained, "Didn't you see the scene in the painting? All the dead are infants, one after another. Relatively speaking, the younger the person, the more susceptible they are to the influence of this painting. Your granddaughter must have fallen into an illusion, which is why she has been unable to wake up."
