Suddenly, Fan Ye jumped out and landed on the table in front of the portrait. He smiled and said, "There don't seem to be any venomous snakes here." He looked back at the portrait and said, "The woman in this painting is really beautiful. Hey, it's a little strange. How can you be with her?"
The people in the portraits are somewhat similar? Do you know them?"
Sima Xichen stood there, smiled slightly, looked at the portrait, and said lightly: "She is my mother, so naturally she is somewhat similar."
Fan Ye didn't seem surprised. He turned around and continued to look at the painting. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the painting. The scroll was cold and there was no dust left. "Ouch!"
"What's wrong!" Sima Xichen was stunned and looked at Fan Ye's expression that seemed to be a little uncomfortable.
"It's okay, this, this, the surface of the painting is actually ice!" Fan Ye looked at Sima Xichen with a horrified expression, and said in a nervous tone, "The painting, the painting, the people in the painting are real people!"
Sima Xichen was stunned and jumped onto the desk. No one had ever been so close to this scroll. On the surface, it was indeed a painting. The person in the painting was looking at the front gently. He was life-size.
It looks like a painting in front of you, but when you get closer, you find that the person in the painting is actually far away from everyone, and it is three-dimensional. Fan Ye is right, the woman in this painting is really a real person.
people!
Fan Ye stood nervously.
Sima Xichen also stood stunned. Many years ago, Li Qiang preserved his mother's body with thousands of years of ice. It turned out to be true, and he was so bold that he allowed his mother to exist in front of everyone for thirteen years.
Time, no one discovered it. If Fan Ye hadn't reached out and touched the surface of the scroll out of curiosity, it would have been impossible to discover this mystery.
Inside is his mother, still as gentle and kind as before.
Seeing a snake slowly approaching, Fan Ye was a little nervous. He lost his balance for a moment. His body swayed and he subconsciously used his hands to support the wall in front of him. His body's center of gravity shifted and he almost hit the scroll. The scroll was covered by
He accidentally bumped into it and gently retreated in. A strong force sucked Fan Ye, and Fan Ye didn't take any precautions and bumped into it.
Sima Xichen secretly screamed something bad, subconsciously reached out and grabbed one of Fan Ye's hands, and sucked in with great force. Although Sima Xichen used his true strength, there was still some pain.
I can't help but want to go inside.
"Let go!" Fan Ye said coldly.
"No." Sima Xichen said softly, trying to use his strength to control Fan Ye from sliding further inside, "Just hold on, there should be a big hole in here with strong suction, I will find a way to bring you out.
"
Fan Ye shook his head, tried to calm his breath, and said softly: "It's not worth it for me, just do your thing well - let go."
As he said that, he struggled hard and managed to free his hand. Then his body suddenly slipped in and was immediately out of sight. The portrait immediately returned to its original position. From the outside, it was not visible at all.
Despite what had just happened, the portrait remained silent, and the mother in the portrait still looked at him quietly.
Sima Xichen was stunned, and immediately reached out to push the portrait. The portrait was cold, and when he put his hand on it, it was as cold as bone. He pushed gently, but it couldn't be pushed. Sima Xichen frowned. Fan Ye was just like that when something happened.
I pushed the portrait lightly, but why, when I push it now, it can’t move? Is there any difference?
He pushed harder, but the portrait didn't move at all. Instead, he was so shaken by his own internal force that he almost fell off the table.
Hearing something that seemed to be coming from outside, Sima Xichen immediately ducked back to the beam. Hearing the sounds outside getting closer and closer, it seemed like two slaves were walking towards this side together.
"Sister, it seems that outsiders have been here. Zhao Jin and Wu Sheng are both dead. They died of poisoning. There must be outsiders here." One of the slaves said softly, frowning, as if they didn't feel anything about the dead.
So unexpected.
Another one said softly: "What's all the fuss about? Isn't it common for someone to die here? I don't know if there are some greedy people here to take advantage of the good martial arts. Although these two people are good at snake training, their martial arts are just mediocre. Of course,
It's just that he's dead. But I don't know who is here to cause trouble. As long as he doesn't disturb the person in the painting, that's fine."
"It should be fine. The portrait is made of thousands of years of ice. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, it can't be opened. Moreover, the late emperor specially made some tricks on the portrait. Except for women, it can be pushed away. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, as long as
As a man, there is nothing we can do. Besides, over the years, no one has really paid special attention to the quality of the portrait. Except for us going in to clean it, no one can get in, that is, the late emperor has been in." The slave in front said calmly.
Said, "It's a pity just to let the intruder run away."
Sima Xichen hid in the dark, feeling startled. He lowered his head and looked quietly at the two slaves below talking softly.
Only by knowing how to enter the ice kiln can we figure out a way to save Fan Ye.
The two slaves below are already around forty years old, almost the same age as the two eunuchs. However, judging from their actions, their martial arts skills should be above those two eunuchs.
"I'm going to clean up the portrait." A slave said gently.
Another slave nodded slightly and watched as the slave who spoke jumped up to the table in front of the portrait and gently wiped the surface of the portrait. With a slight push, the portrait retreated slightly and the slave who wiped the portrait stepped away.
Upon entering, the portrait immediately returned to its original state.
Sima Xichen frowned. It turns out that only women can open this portrait. If it were a man, no matter how outstanding his martial arts skills were, he would not be able to open it. No wonder he couldn't open the portrait just now.
The woman left behind continued to deal with the two corpses on the ground. Suddenly, she felt a cold chill on her neck and fainted to the ground. Sima Xichen sheathed her sword, lightly lifted the woman's body, jumped up to the table, and used her hands to
Pushing the portrait, the portrait retreated in again. Sima Xichen followed the suction and jumped into the space vacated by the portrait with almost no hesitation.
First, there was a blast of cold air. When he jumped in, he threw the unconscious slave on the table. She would not wake up for a while, and no one would come in here for a while.
No one will notice. There is a narrow path ahead, and a luminous pearl is placed at every other section on the wall carved from ice. It is clearly illuminated along the way.