Zhang Tao doesn't know much about painting, so it's already amazing to be able to know that it's already amazing to analyze these.

To be honest, it really gives Zhang Tao the feeling that it is like the Qingming River During the Qingming River Map I studied in the textbooks of my previous life.

But it's just a look, and the picture is still very different.

Moreover, Zhang Tao remembers that the map of Shanghe in Qingming Festival seemed to be born during the Northern Song Dynasty.

But the costumes of the characters in this painting are more like those of the Qin Dynasty.

Forget about the civilians, Zhang Tao generally doesn’t know what the slightest gaps are there in history.

But the man who looked like an official was wearing a green robe.

Zhang Tao was quite interested in the Qin Dynasty in his previous life, so he learned a lot.

He remembered that although the Qin Dynasty mainly used black clothes, in the official clothing, officials above the third rank were still quite impressed by the impression that they were wearing green robes.

Except for the Qin Dynasty, Zhang Tao did not remember any officials from any country who wore green official robes.

Of course, Zhang Tao himself also knew that his historical achievements were average, so he didn't know much, so he just guessed it.

After all, this is the tomb of the ancient king, and he also has the factor of going first.

But such a huge painting is placed here, it will never be for the sake of good looking.

"Is there any clue in this painting that can pass the level?"

Zhang Tao walked forward quickly, hesitating before touching the painting, but after thinking about the previous few embarrassing things, Zhang Tao shook his head.

How could Zhang Tao be a person who knows indecisiveness? What does mother-in-law and mother look like?

Then he decisively put his hand on.

The next second, a light appeared and disappeared into his palm.

Then he felt something suddenly pouring into his mind. Zhang Tao had no time to react and was about to fall to the ground.

"Is my brain sick?"

This was Zhang Tao's last thought before his consciousness was closed. If he wanted, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Although his eyes were not closed, he was very unsightly and even a little distracted.

At the same time when Zhang Tao fell to the ground, Mo Fan and his team also came to a gallery that looked very similar to Zhang Tao's place. It was also a very long corridor and a painting with a spiritual trap.

But the difference is that the corridor where they are seems to be endless and can't even reach the end.

There was no custom painting that Zhang Tao encountered. In this case, they could only keep moving forward.

It was not until Su Xiaoluo broke the ban here that Mo Fan and others successfully left.

Not long after they left, this and the gallery ended, and Zhang Tao's body also appeared here.

I just sat on the ground, my eyes stagnant. I don’t know how long it took for my dispersed eyes to gradually regain my spirit.

"Where am I?"

Zhang Tao looked around in a daze, but didn't react for a while.

He only remembered that he seemed to be shot by a ray of light and then he had all kinds of memories.

These memories are like the whole life of people with different identities, and they can experience them one by one.

In his first life, he was an ordinary person from a remote area. Although he had always lived a relatively poor life, he had some beautiful and virtuous wives, filial sons, kind parents, and lived a relatively comfortable life.

But he himself knew that there was a group of people in this world who could move mountains, overturn the sea, master powerful power, and have supreme power.

He yearned for it, but he didn't know how to have it, and he hadn't even seen a few such people.

The only time he met, he wanted to ask the other party to accept him as his disciple, but was rejected.

He began to look for such people everywhere, but he was often deceived.

Until he died of old age, he did not touch the threshold he had always dreamed of, and he didn't even know what those people were like, and finally died of regret.

In the second life, he was a young master from a prominent family, but because of his stupidity and his family's origin, he was born of the life of the head of the family who did ridiculous things to the maids around him while drunk.

So my father didn't like him very much. The humiliation of family servants and the difficulties made him difficult in this family.

Only his mother loves him. After he suffers grievances, his mother always comforts him. Her gentleness is the only warmth in his heart.

However, in a difficult situation between his fellow tribes, his mother was beaten to death in order to protect herself.

He also tried his best to escape.

After that, I encountered opportunities many times, and my strength improved quickly and finally got revenge.

But his mother couldn't go back after all, and no smile appeared on his face again.

Until the end of his life, he sat in front of his mother's grave for several days and died. Even if he had the strength of being the only one in the world, what if he didn't protect the people he cared about when he was weak, his final strength was meaningless.

In the third life, he was a descendant of an ordinary family. His family had a small business, so he lived a wealthy life.

But he was not satisfied with the status quo. He thought he was talented in business and did not live a stable life.

But after becoming an adult, he began to interfere in his family's business.

Collaborate with local officials and cultivate your own small gang.

Whether the competitors come first, the white ones come first, the white ones come first.

It is common to destroy the opponent's family. In the end, those who die tragically die, those who commit suicide are suicide.

When the other party knelt in front of him and prayed for a way out, he did not feel soft-hearted at all.

I struggled for half my life like this.

At the age of fifty, he is already the largest business tycoon in his country.

What the emperor wants to sit in and what the court wants to do today needs his nod.

No one cares about his past and how many people he killed to get to this point in just a few decades.

Others will only know that he started from scratch and finally controlled a country's economy and was incredibly powerful.

Of course, he will only let others see this. As for what is hidden behind it, this is not something that ordinary people should know.

But once he was sick in bed, the youngest son he loved most actually poisoned his medicine.

Under the words "Forbearance, cruelty, and use any means to do anything for the purpose, these are what you taught me." He ended his life.

Fourth generation……

The fifth generation……

……………………

Zhang Tao didn't know how many personal life he had experienced.

Different experiences, different worlds, different personalities, different births and goals.

There is the dullness of ordinary people, the wonderfulness of trendsetters, the growth of the strongest, and the unwillingness of ambitious people.

But they all have one thing in common, and they all think that their lives are not perfect enough.
Chapter completed!