To Ye Chen's surprise, Yun Zheng also showed an unexpected expression. He gently withdrew his hand and raised his chin with a little value: "I don't really understand what you are talking about."

Ye Chen looked straight into his eyes and said, "I thought it was just a mistake myself." However, Yun Zheng was not as unable to understand Ye Chen's words as he said. From his eyes, Ye Chen saw a calm light.

This indifferent light is like a pearl on the sea injected with sludge. Its foundation is no longer clean, but it still has the instinct to radiate light and is still struggling unyieldingly. Ye Chen has seen similar light before, but most of it is seen from the eyes of an old man who has passed the age of destiny.

This Yun Zheng is a person full of stories.

Ye Chen became more interested in Yun Zheng. If Ah Hui could see the small pool at the end at a glance, then Yun Zheng was a deep pool with flowers and plants growing around the clouds and mists. No matter how deep it was, it was difficult to see clearly even his true appearance.

"Mr. Ye, why not go in and sit?" Yun Zheng invited.

Ye Chen happily agreed, he was curious about what Yun Zheng was asking him for. Ah Hui supported Yun Zheng and walked in front, and Ye Chen followed slowly behind. His eyes lingered on the oil paintings hanging on the narrow corridor. It was magical. The corridor was narrow and the lights were dim. It was not a place to store oil paintings, but there was an oil painting every three meters here, and almost every oil painting had a different theme. Some looked primitive, some looked modern, and some looked in the future high-tech era.

Ye Chen walked along the way, and he looked at every oil painting. For some reason, the more he saw the back, the more he felt that there was a certain connection between these oil paintings. This connection was hidden very deeply. He could not find out what it was when he looked at it so shallowly, but he could know that there was indeed a connection.

Ye Chen thought for a while and shouted, looking back at him from time to time, and Yun Zheng, who stopped waiting while he was admiring the oil paintings, said, "Are these oil paintings written by one person?" Although the styles are different, this is what Ye Chen thinks most in line with common sense after thinking.

Yun Zheng nodded calmly under Ye Chen's gaze. He opened his mouth and said lightly as if he was talking about the good weather today: "To be precise, it was all done by oneself."

Ah Hui pulled Yun Zheng's hand while he was talking, and his expression became alert. Seeing Ye Chen's eyes also alert, Ye Chen was stunned and said with a smile: "Are you kidding?"

"What do you think?" Yun Zheng asked calmly, and patted Ah Hui on the shoulder with comfort.

I don't think so. Ye Chen thought to himself, he continued to move forward. Yun Zheng didn't say anything, but he started to move forward with Ah Hui. The three of them finally sat down in the room at the end of the aisle. Although the room was small, it was full of all organs, both with beds and tables and chairs. After the three of them sat down, Yun Zheng said, "My system is very special."

"Oh?" Ye Chen listened with his ears.
Chapter completed!