His eyes were slightly condensed and he asked in confusion.

This white silk painting was obtained by chance during his trip to the West.

The silk painting depicts a picture, like a ship or a dragon, flying in a big river.

The silk painting is as white as snow, and its material is neither gold nor stone nor silk nor wood.

Hold it in your hand, a trace of coolness penetrates into your skin.

In the painting, a dragon boat is on the river, cutting through the wind and waves, and moving forward.

After getting this silk painting, he once asked someone to inquire.

The patterns in the painting are the ancient ferry picture of the Netherworld Forgetful River.

As for what secrets are hidden, it's not clear.

Senior, do you recognize this picture?

Lin Yu stared at the other party, holding a white silk painting in his palm.

It can be seen that this mysterious senior has no intention of snatching.

However, I should have recognized the smell of the silk painting on my body and wanted to confirm it first.

Otherwise, the power just now would not have suddenly disappeared.

Of course I recognize that although the breath left on it is already very weak, if I guessed correctly, this should be the picture of the Netherworld Forget River Ferry that was circulated from the Feng family.

In the void, those beautiful eyes stared at the silk painting tightly.
Chapter completed!