The old man scrutinized the painting for a long time. With his wrinkled fingers, he stroked every scale of the black boa, the top of the cyan head and eventually, its sharp fangs.It was not long but the old man’s eyes looked as if transcending the days of yore.He rolled up the painting, stuffed it into a wooden case, carried it on his back and then got out of the door.The townspeople of Liantian Town gradually recovered from the panic. Those kindhearted monsters also returned to their own posts but subconsciously, they just stayed away from those strange paintings.The lotus flowers on the pond were moist and round while the lotus leaves all got out of the pond’s surface against the morning wind. In the sunlight at noon, the wind caused the water to ripple with silver light. Everything looked peaceful.The old man bent down, untied the rope of the boat, stepped on the lotus boat and drove it towards the depth
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