Xiao Baozi pointed outside, "I can take you to see my mother."

The old man held his glasses and said, "Go again, come, let's... look at this painting first, look at it carefully, and tell me if you see something. If you answer correctly, there will be a prize. You are such a cute and smart child, you can definitely answer it, right?"

The little bun was confused and seemed to be saying, what if he couldn't answer, "Well... then okay, look at the painting first... but what if I really can't say anything?"

The old man changed his tone, "There will be punishment..."

Little Baozi was unhappy, "Ah, then I don't want it anymore. You are not me..."

The old man quickly said, "Grandpa is joking with you, don't worry, no matter whether you can answer it or not, you will be rewarded."

Xiao Baozi raised his head twitchingly, "Okay, then I'll... take a look at it with difficulty."

The old man whispered in Xiao Baozi's ear, "Remember, squint your eyes, don't think about anything, empty your mind... Look... what's in that red area?"

Xiao Baozi narrowed his eyes as he said, and focused on the painting.

After a good couple, the little bun was motionless, and the expression on his face was slowly changing slightly...

The old man looked at it all in his eyes, and Xiao Baozi's expression gradually became dull.

He waited for a while and approached quietly. He came behind Xiao Baozi and slowly raised his right hand. He held a needle in his hand. A cold metal light flashed across the needle. There was a water-green liquid inside the needle...

Just when his hand holding the needle was only a few dozen centimeters away from Xiao Baozi's neck, Xiao Baozi suddenly spoke: "Grandpa, your painting... is so ugly!"

The old man who had reached out his hand and was about to touch Xiao Baozi's neck suddenly held it, his body trembled, and he looked at Xiao Baozi in disbelief. He could still speak?

On the surface, it was a piece of red, as if a paint bucket was overturned and poured onto a tart cloth, but... there was a strange place in this painting. He could only see something if he stood in a certain position and at a certain distance.

Otherwise, it will be the same at any angle, close or far, and there is no difference between red.

You can see some things in a blur where the buns are standing.

Looking at his footsteps, it looked like a piece of red blood. It could be vaguely identified under the blood. It seemed that a small figure was struggling inside...

If you stand there and keep looking, you will feel that the figure struggling in the blood is becoming clearer and clearer...

That figure was not struggling, but... it was a broken body that was cut into many pieces.

The limbs, head, upper body, chest and abdomen were separated, blood splattered, and the broken arms were hung with the head, and the eyes were wide open, with bloodshot eyes. If it was facing his sight, the whole person would feel like his soul had been pulled away.

Xiao Baozi quickly realized that something was wrong with the painting, but he didn't say it. After the old man took action, he suddenly spoke.

Xiao Baozi slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the old man. He still maintained his previous position, and the needle in his hand had not been retracted.
Chapter completed!