There was no progress on their side, and the world in the painting changed again.
Hearing the wailing from inside, he asked what happened, and then learned that the injuries of the people inside were worsening, some had already appeared in a coma, and some were suddenly thirsty and hungry.A comparison can show that their physique in the painting is much more fragile than outside.
In other words, even if these people are trapped in the painting, they will not die for a while, and the longer they delay, the more dangerous their situation will be.
Wen Anhou and the others were shocked, and a sense of urgency forced them.
“What exactly is missing?”
“Think back to what that adult said and did!””
After another discussion and attempt, the result is still unchanged.
The voices inside and outside the painting are interoperable, and the failures in reality are all listened to by the trapped people in the painting, constantly accumulating inner despair.
The situation is visible to the naked eye all the way down.
“Seven feet tall, long face…”
Yi Zhen whispered again, and everyone did not expect it, because almost everyone had tried it in this short period of time.
It’s just that this time Yi Zhen looked directly at the stickman in the painting, and every sentence he said was exported after repeated identification and confirmation, “Thick eyebrows, lotus sachet…Lu Liangqin.””
No change.
If everyone has no expectations, they are not disappointed.
Yi Zhen pondered for a long time, turned his head and called Lu Su and Feng Jing, then pointed to the stickman in the painting who belonged to Lu Liangqin, and described the characteristics he saw to the two of them one by one, “Compared with the height of each portrait, this one is seven feet.”He measured with his fingers to make the two of them and other onlookers better understand, and then pointed to the two lines on the face of the firewood man, “Here is the eyebrow, thick and thick black, look at his waist here, is it a flower?””
Everyone’s first thought is different.
In the next second, Ke Yizhen pointed to the waist of the stickman belonging to Lu Su, who had been identified as a flower-shaped Yujue thread by Mi August.
“Both are flower types, and if you look closely, they don’t look like lotus flowers.”
Things that didn’t look like it at first seemed acceptable after the comparison chart was available.
Especially before, they had already determined from the bottom of their hearts that the painting on Lu Su’s waist was a flower pattern.
“…it seems to be true.”
“The flower-shaped jade jade on Lu Su’s waist is an orchid, so the thread… the flowers and leaves are painted smaller, and the lotus flowers are embroidered on Lu Liang’s purse, and the flowers and leaves are really painted thicker.”
“That makes sense!”
As everyone talked, they felt that the more they looked like it, the more they looked like it.