Chapter 1832

Qin Xiangrong is not much better than he Xinyan and others.

Before, when they were in China, they all felt that they were not born out of the world. Only because they were indifferent to fame and wealth, their reputation was not obvious.

They will never be inferior to anyone in their respective fields.

They always feel that way.

But now in front of Jin Qingyang, all their confidence is gone, and their depression and despair linger in their hearts.

How to win?

There is no hope at all!

Not only them, but also other Chinese people who came to watch the game were as pale as ashes.

However, they suddenly sounded, Dr. Lin seems to be able to do this kind of thing, right?

It is said that when he was in China before, Dr. Lin once drew butterflies all over the sky with one stroke. The fragrance of flowers covered the whole city

However, this is just a legend. No one has seen it with his own eyes. Therefore, his confidence in Lin Chengfei has dropped to the freezing point.

The picture in the sky, maintained for less than a minute, slowly, like clouds.

The sky was clear again, but everyone was still in the excited mood and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Lin Chengfei, see?" Jin Qingyang said condescending.

That kind of arrogant posture, as if the world has really invincible.

Lin Chengfei nodded slowly and said, "I see."

"What else to say?" Jin Qingyang pointed to him and asked, "or should I say What are you going to do with me? "

Lin Chengfei chuckled and said, "do you think you can win if you make such a false scene?"

"Ha ha ha..." Jin Qingyang will not be able to think of the smile: "you do not think, I will lose it."

Lin Chengfei shook his head and said, "it's not that I think, but that you are bound to lose."

Jin Qingyang snorts coldly, and doesn't take Lin Chengfei's words seriously. He leaves his desk and walks to Lin Chengfei step by step: "then you can prove to me how you want to win me."

Lin Chengfei gave a strange smile: "want to know?"

"Of course!"

"Then you can see clearly." Lin Chengfei suddenly gave a clear drink: "and you all have a close look. This is me Lin Chengfei's painting. "

He didn't hold the microphone, but his voice seemed like a bolt from the blue, and everyone's ears in the town were buzzing.

They subconsciously cover their ears, and the excitement in their hearts is unconsciously suppressed at this time.

At the same time, Lin Chengfei waved his hand.

Everyone felt like a flower in front of their eyes.

The scene changed.

They seem to have arrived in a gloomy and terrifying place.

The dark gate stands high in the mist.

The door was open. Looking inside, there was a long path. Beside the path, there was a yellow spring.

Above the spring, there is a small bridge. On the bridge, there is an old woman. In front of her, there are small black bowls

The wind is bleak.

There are a lot of people wandering on the river, and there are all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants crawling around, which looks terrible.

Tens of thousands of people, distributed around the space, looked at all this in horror. After a long time, they cried out.

"My God, where is this? Where have I been? "

"Is this where the devil lives?"

"Why are we here? Who can tell me why we're here? "

After frowning and gazing at the scene for a long time, he suddenly cried out: "the gate of hell, this This is the gate of hell

Qin Xiangrong also took a cold breath: "yes, it's really the gate of hell."

"This..." He Qingqian with some cry: "we will not be dead, right? Otherwise, how could we be here? Will black and white impermanence come and catch us in a moment? "

He Xinyan patted him on the shoulder: "don't worry, it's ok..."

When he said that, he had nothing to do with it. In fact, he didn't know what to do with it.

From beginning to end, Jin Qingyang stood not far away from Lin Chengfei.

Listening to the cries of the people around him, for a moment, his legs began to soften. However, he quickly turned to Lin Chengfei and asked: "this Did you make this

Lin Chengfei nodded lightly: "yes, this is my painting."

"You Your painting? "

"Yes Lin Chengfei said: "forget the river map!"

The river of forgetting Sichuan is the boundary river of the local government in legend.

After people die, they have to go through the gate of hell and pass through huangquan road.

Between huangquan road and Difu, the river is divided into two parts.

The river is yellow. It is full of ghosts, insects and snakes.And there is Naihe bridge on the forgetting river. Beside the Naihe bridge sits an old woman named Mengpo. Every reincarnated soul needs to drink her Mengpo soup first and forget her previous life in order to usher in this life.

If you want to cross the river, you must cross the Naihe bridge. If you want to cross the Naihe bridge, you must drink Mengpo soup. If you don't drink Mengpo soup, you can't cross the Naihe bridge. If you can't cross the Naihe bridge, you can't reincarnate.

What Lin Chengfei painted is the situation of forgetting the river in Guimen pass.

It's horrible.

Jin Qingyang looks at Lin Chengfei stupidly and doesn't know what to say.

He just presents the scene and its illusory way in front of the public.

However, Lin Chengfei can bring tens of thousands of people into his paintings

What's more, how real is the scene before us?

Even Mengpo's every move in the distance can be seen clearly.

It goes without saying which is higher or lower.

Lin Chengfei said with a smile, "is there anything else you want to say?"

Jin Qingyang was pale and could not say a word.

After a long time, he lowered his head, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "I I lost

Lin Chengfei nodded: "just admit defeat."

He waved.

Tens of thousands of people saw another flower in front of them, and then the terrible scene disappeared. What appeared in them was still the familiar square, in which there was the platform they paid most attention to.

Wow

The whole site seems to have exploded. A group of people are telling the people around them what they saw and heard just now. They will never forget that scene and feeling in their whole life.

At this time, Jin Qingyang picked up the microphone and said: "sorry, everyone, I'm ashamed of your trust and entrustment In the first game, I lost. "

The whole audience was stunned by this.

Cui Zhengxiang asked in a loud voice, "Mr. Jin, you obviously won. Why do you want to admit defeat for no reason?"

Jin Qingyang looked pale: "the scene just now You should have seen it? "

“……” A group of people were speechless.

"That picture is what the Chinese painted."