In the astonished gaze of Ning Fan, the small wooden cart that Guiguzi was riding in the ancient painting suddenly moved.
Although the body of the cart showed no signs of movement, its wheels were indeed spinning in place.
Seeing the rotating wheels, Ning Fan thought he was seeing things, but he clearly heard the creaking sound of the wooden axle turning, along with the sound of wind rustling the grass.
That wasn't the most surprising thing. What shocked Ning Fan most was that Guiguzi, who was sitting on the wooden cart, actually stood up and then stepped onto the grass.
The depiction of Guiguzi in the painting was still a portrait sketched in ink, but the expressions and movements were lifelike, just like a real person.
At this moment, the entire painting came to life.
"What on earth is going on?"
Just as Ning Fan was bewildered, the Guiguzi in the painting spoke,
