The long skirt is textured and has red butterflies embroidered on it.

There are stones by the river, shining with golden light.

This picture is so lifelike that it almost expresses the plight of a little girl.

She wanted to cross the river, but couldn't.

"Second brother, come here."

Ye Tianfeng had no choice but to ask Cao Cao to come over and help.

Cao Cao frowned.

"I thought...she was going to cross the river."

"Then what?" Ye Tianfeng asked.

"I don't know."

Cao Cao shook his head, unable to solve this puzzle.

Ye Tianfeng knew that he could not count on him.

Close your eyes and listen carefully.

I want to wait for the sound just now to appear again.

But it didn't appear. Instead, a little girl's pleading and coquettish voice was heard.

Looking for help?

How to help?

Ye Tianfeng naturally looked at the white rhinoceros.

It must have something to do with this.

That……

Ye Tianfeng asked Ah Meow to hold the only lit fish oil lamp in his mouth and began to adjust the direction.

With the movement of Ah Meow.

Sure enough, the white rhino is also changing its position.

"A little to the left!"

"It's my left, not your left."

"Forget it, you indiscriminate meow!"

"Look at my fingers..."

"Yes, we're almost at this position. Come back a little bit, then a little bit more, okay, keep it!"

Under Ye Tianfeng's command, Ah Miao adjusted the position.

finally……

The white rhinoceros also landed under the little girl on the mural.

Something miraculous happened.

After the little girl rode on the white rhinoceros, the texture suddenly disappeared.

Those blue rays of energy began to regroup.

A new picture formed.

The mottled tomb wall can actually carve itself.

Ye Tianfeng stood there and watched.

Crossed the river!

The little girl successfully crossed the river, and the picture shows her looking back with a bright smile.

It was also at this time that the fog inside the tomb began to dissipate quickly.

The light of the environment also becomes more natural and the same as usual.

Ye Tianfeng stretched out his hand and touched the mural.

exquisite.

It turns out to be a delicate texture!

Then, after the fog dissipated, a delicate object fell in the middle of the tomb.

It turned out to be a paper umbrella.

Deja vu.

Ye Tianfeng felt like he had seen this paper umbrella before.

The paper umbrella made of red silk tissue paper, a frame made of alpine orchid bamboo, and 18-boiled tung oil can have such a delicate and beautiful appearance.

Ye Tianfeng stretched out his hand and took the oil-paper umbrella.
Chapter completed!