Mr. Ren's body is obviously much more illusory.

"Yes! Mr. Ren's body is illusory."

"Is my dad going to die?"

Wencai and Ren Tingting spoke at the same time.

But Ren De asked back:

"Is this what the master is going to die?"

Nanchen frowned:

“I dare not guarantee 100% but I think so.

At this rate, there are only three hours at most.

Mr. Ren’s paintings will disappear here.

If you rushed to Mingtai Town at this time, it would be too late."

"But junior brother, we are here, there is nothing we can do about it?"

Qiu Sheng spoke.

But Nanchen suddenly pointed to the finger mark on the drawing and said:

"You look at this finger print. I just looked at it carefully and smelled it.

The blood on this fingerprint is obviously new.

In other words, this blood fingerprint was newly pressed.

And this painting is Mr. Ren’s love.

No one can touch it.

From this we can see that the blood fingerprint was pressed by Master himself.

If I guess correctly.

As long as we press the blood fingerprints, we will definitely feel the special thing about this painting.”

"Oh? Then what are we waiting for? Let's give it a try!"

Wencai hurriedly spoke and found a fruit knife on the table in the room.

There was still a trace of blood on the fruit knife.

It is very likely that it was left by Ren Fa himself.

Nanchen took the fruit knife and wiped it with his clothes.

"Let me give it a try first!"

After saying that, Nanchen cut a small hole in his finger without any hesitation.

Blood oozed out.

Nan Chen did not hesitate and directly pressed his bloody finger on the painting.

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at everything in front of them.

Nanchen himself was still a little nervous.

These are all his own speculations.

As for whether there will be any changes after pressing the bloody handprint, he is still unable to determine.

However, just the moment Nanchen's bloody finger touched the drawing paper.

A strange scene appeared.

Nanchen only felt that his direct fingers seemed to be absorbed.

Blood is constantly sucked by this painting.

As the blood poured in, the ink and water landscape paintings seemed to have rejuvenated at this time.

It gradually became colored.

"Look, look, this painting is changing color."

"Yes, the mountains are green..."

"Water, water seems to be moving too.

"Look, the trees in the painting are shaking..."
Chapter completed!