"Come look at this, the spectacles are moving!" Situ Wuqiong suddenly called out. He was staring blankly at a painting on the wall. Just now, Zhang Tianfang was spellbound by the mural, and yet this guy dared to look at it in the same way.
Situ Wuqiong was still a distance away from the mural, covering his breath with one hand and pointing at the wall with the other. Fortunately, protected, he had not lost himself.
Liu Chen walked over, activating his breath-holding technique, holding his breath and closely examining the image.
It was an abstract portrait of a woman, her two huge eyes bulging as if seeing some horrifying scene, about to fall out of their sockets.
He Qingyuan tried several times and finally gave up, for to unlock this cryptic door, one needed to spend a long time discerning its pattern. Since the painting contained hallucinogenic substances, He Qingyuan couldn't hold his breath indefinitely, could he?
"Ruyan, you come here!" Liu Chen called.
