Lying down to the underworld starts: Oops, I’m dead

Zhao Li took out a piece of wire and wanted to show off his skills, but ended up hitting himself in the face. Zhao Li poked the wire into the lock for ten or twenty minutes but couldn't open it. Xiao Ya and Lin Zheng were getting bored waiting on the side.

"Ferryman, can you please do it?"

"Open or not"

Zhao Li reluctantly admitted that he couldn't open it. Xiao Ya glanced at Zhao Li and couldn't bear it anymore so she decided to take action herself. Xiao Ya kicked Zhao Li away and calmly took out a card from her wallet.

Xiaoya took out a card and swiped it from top to bottom into the crack of the door, and the door opened.

"Look, I can write papers and I can pry open doors."

"I'll go, you can do it"

"necessary"

Xiaoya was a little proud, but now the door was open. Several people pushed the door open and entered the room. The first thing they saw after entering was Dongqing who was sleeping on the bed.

"Holly, Holly"

When Xiaoya saw Dongqing, she rushed over immediately, shouting and shaking, but Zhao Li looked around, while Lin Zheng remained the same, watching the show quietly.

"What's that smell?"

Before Zhao Li opened his mouth, Xiao Ya had already smelled this special smell. She covered her nose and asked, and Zhao Li pointed to the painting on Dongqing's bed.

"Her Smell"

"she"

Xiaoya was a little confused and didn't understand what this "she" was, so Zhao Li continued to explain to her.

"The Smell of a Woman"

Xiaoya still didn't understand what Zhao Li meant by femininity, but she didn't want to figure it out now. Xiaoya reached out and shook Dongqing again. The most urgent thing was to wake Dongqing up.

"Holly, wake up, wake up"

Xiaoya shook Dongqing twice but it was useless. Dongqing was not easy to wake up now. Zhao Li sat beside Dongqing and looked at the painting, while Xiaoya walked aside and picked up the fish tank on the table.

"Fish, fish, I'm sorry, one, two"

"What are you doing"

Xiao Ya was holding the fish tank and was about to pour the water on Dong Qing, but Zhao Li stopped her. Zhao Li didn't understand why this girl had such a train of thought.

"Splash it on him to wake him up. Isn't that how they always play it on TV?"

"Don't bother, he's in another dimension now."

After hearing Zhao Li's explanation, Xiao Ya also understood that it was impossible to wake Dong Qing up by just splashing water. She took the fish tank in her hand, took a look at it and asked Zhao Li again.

"What should we do?"

"Let's make a pot of fish soup"

"Believe it or not, I will splash you."

Xiaoya was already convinced by Zhao Li, and yet he still had the mind to make a joke at this time. She really wanted to pour the fish tank on Zhao Li.

“I know who the woman in this painting is.”

"Who"

Xiaoya was interested in Zhao Li's words, and Zhao Li stood up from Dongqing's bed and looked down at the painting.

"This is the famous painting of Concubine Yang's night make-up. The clouds resemble her clothes and the flowers resemble her face. The spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is gorgeous. This is what Li Bai described. During the Tang Dynasty banquet, Concubine Yang led the other female officials to dance the Colorful Skirt and Feathered Coat."

Zhao Li was explaining the origin of the painting, but Dongqing was immersed in the singing and dancing in the painting. No wonder Dongqing didn't want to wake up after seeing such moving singing and dancing.

"Bai Juyi described in the Song of Everlasting Sorrow that An Lushan started a rebellion, and the emperor fled with his concubine. On the way, the six armies did not respond and accused the concubine of harming the country and should be executed."

Lin Zheng, who was watching the play, heard this and smiled disdainfully. It was true that the imperial family was the most ruthless. It would have been better if Emperor Xuanzong of Tang had died a dozen years earlier.

"Yang Guifei, who was so charming with her smile, was sentenced to death by the emperor at Mawei Slope. The six armies refused to move, and she died in front of the horse."

"It's so unfair. Why should women be blamed for this?"

Xiaoya put the fish tank heavily on the table. She was very upset about this matter and blamed all the sins on a woman.

Xiao Ya was not happy, but after putting down the fish tank, she smelled the same smell she had smelled when she came in just now, and she couldn't help but feel curious.

"What does this smell like?"

"Weren't you asking what the smell was just now? It was her."

Zhao Li pointed at Yang Guifei in the painting. The smell was emanating from this painting.

"This smell is intoxicating to us men, but you women won't feel anything."

This painting is only aimed at men, but as for women, why should women make things difficult for other women?

"This painting should have been drawn by a Japanese. The house was painted during the Tang Dynasty, but the mountain is Mount Fuji. The flowers in the foreground are cherry blossoms."

Zhao Li introduced the painting in detail and then told another legend.

"So there is a legend that Yang Guifei is not dead and landed in Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan."

"You've said so much, what's going on?"

Xiaoya was almost confused by Zhao Li's words. From the nine-tailed fox at the beginning, she has now turned into Yang Guifei.

"I personally think that Yang Guifei is dead. In Japan at that time, a peerless beauty like Yang Guifei must have been a goddess-level figure there. There must have been someone in the history of the pre-Tang Dynasty who was proficient in magic and brought Yang Guifei's body back to Japan, used some magic to drain her blood and flesh, ground it into powder, added pigments to paint this picture, so the smell you just smelled was the smell of a woman's bones."

When Xiao Ya heard what Zhao Li said, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. She covered her nose with her hand and ran to the side.

“That’s disgusting.”

"From then on, Yang Yuhuan entered the painting. The painting was her and she was the painting. Later, Xuanzong would occasionally meet Yang Yuhuan in the painting, so there was the painting "On the seventh day of the seventh month, in the Changsheng Palace, whispers were heard in the middle of the night"

Zhao Li knew all this history very well, after all, he had lived through it.

"After that, a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty returned to Japan. I think someone stole the painting from Emperor Xuanzong. Since then, Emperor Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan have never met again. The emperor will eventually die on the other side of the sea, but Yang Yuhuan and her love will be forever imprisoned in this painting. This painting has become a monster."

When Xiaoya heard this, she was so scared that she hid behind Zhao Li, but she still did not forget to ask about Dongqing's situation.

"So what will happen to Holly?"

"Alas, Dongqing's vitality will be slowly drained away by this painting. At first, it can still maintain his normal physiological needs, but slowly he will become addicted to that virtual world and will never be able to get out, and his physical body will die."

What Zhao Li was talking about was not just Dong Qing's ending, but the common ending of all those who own this painting.

If there is no external intervention, this outcome is inevitable.

"Burn that painting"

"Who burned it?"

"You, no man except you would be willing to burn it."

"It would be a shame to burn it, please leave this painting to me."

Seeing that the plot was about to develop as planned, Lin Zheng stood up and spoke at this time. Zhao Li and Xiao Ya were very surprised by his words. Didn't Lin Zheng like to watch the show from the side?

Is he willing to take action this time?