C147 The Man in the Picture

"Fortunately, I didn't turn into ink!" Lu Qingman looked at her hands.

"Idiot!" "From the outside, you look just like a ink painting!" the old woman shouted.

Lu Qingman looked around and saw nothing but a bright blank space. Soon, a large amount of ink was flowing down from above his head. It was as if the entire sky had turned into ink and was dripping down!

Immediately