Chapter 139 Strange Oil Painting

Wang Fan followed the beautiful figure in front of him and walked into the depths of the castle, which was quite helpless. Hearing the news that Chris' mother was seriously ill, Wang Fan couldn't sit still and asked her to take her to see someone. At the insistence of Ya Menger, she took Wang Fan alone. And Ya Danjing was mysteriously pulled into the room arranged by the baron by Amy and didn't know what to do.

Since she was broken by him in the hotel, the little girl has become cold and looks like the arrogant and lovely appearance in the hotel.

However, Wang Fan naturally won't have the same experience as her. Ya Menger is only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the age of naughty and playful. Can you understand?

Spiritual power envelops the whole castle. Now he has become a third-order strong man. With his strength doubled, his spiritual power also "sees" the surrounding environment within thousands of meters more clearly. Under the cover of his mind, every inch of the castle was in front of his eyes.

The divine mind scanned the castle like a wave, and finally found a bedridden lady in a house high in the castle.

The room at the highest part of the castle is extremely cold, but the room opens the window, and the cold cool breeze outside goes straight in. The white curtains on the window sill are fluttering up by the wind, adding some peace to the high pavilion.

The woman lying in ** did not sleep peacefully at this time, but opened her eyes wide and stared at an oil painting hanging on the wall. Tears of sadness on his face. The woman is very beautiful. If she is not older, she will almost look like Ya Menger.

"Is my mother awake?" Soon, Ya Menger took Wang Fan to the height of the castle. She stopped outside the room and asked a maid.

"Miss, Madam is still sleeping!" The maid bowed and said.

Ya Menger frowned and said worriedly, "In the past few days, my mother has been sleeping longer and longer. Is her condition getting worse?" With that, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Ya Menger stepped in, but stopped Wang Fan: "Wait a minute." After saying that, he entered the room and closed the door.

Wang Fan smiled and suddenly moved his mind. His spiritual strength had found that Hei Bing and Bai Xue had brought back the temple knight. When the two came to the gate of the castle, someone had already picked them up. Baron Pomon greeted them enthusiastically below.

Wang Fan said to the two, "Don't give it to the baron. Bring it into my room later."

When Hei Bing and Bai Xue heard the words, they looked at each other and nodded secretly.

"Squeak!" The sound of opening the door sounded again. Wang Fan turned his eyes to the front and saw Ya Menger coming out of the door.

"I'm afraid you can't see her now. She has fallen asleep." Ya Menger said, her eyes were erratic and she didn't know what she was thinking.

However, Wang Fan had already seen clearly what happened after she entered. She just went in to see the lady, but after Ya Menger entered, she was shocked and quickly wiped away her tears and closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Ya Menger looked at it, didn't wake her up, and sighed out again.

Wang Fan frowned and said calmly, "In this case, let's talk about it later."

The divine thoughts gushed out like a tide again, concentrated in the room. The transparent spiritual power quickly shrouded the woman's body and circled around her body. After exploration, Wang Fan found that there was no pain in the woman's body, but there was a thin spiritual power similar to a curse in the brain. In fact, it's not serious.

And just as he was about to withdraw his mental mind, he suddenly felt a trace of strangeness. The mind quickly glanced over, and suddenly his eyes stopped on the wall. On the wall, there is only a figure oil painting on a huge area. The oil painting is a man in his thirties. The man is very handsome, with slightly curly blonde hair, and his smile is particularly scholarly. Especially those eyes are particularly brilliantly painted.

Suddenly, Wang Fan was surprised to find that the oil painting was emitting a trace of spiritual power, slowly and one after another lingering around the lady. These energies were very thin. If Wang Fan hadn't checked it carefully again, he would have hardly found it.

And when Wang Fan's spiritual power swept over the oil painting, I don't know if it was Wang Fan's illusion. Wang Fan actually saw that the characters on the oil painting did not tremble obviously, and the energy suddenly shrank back. It disappears in an instant. It's like being spiritual.

"Oh", Wang Fan was stunned, with a curious and interesting look on his face: "It's strange that there is a soul body hidden in this painting."

"Ya Menger, who is the oil painter in your mother's room?" Wang Fan suddenly asked.

Ya Menger, who was depressed, replied, "Oh, that picture, the person on it is my mother's ex-husband." Just after saying that, she looked at Wang Fan in shock and blurted out, "How do you know there is an oil painting in my mother's room?"

Wang Fan smiled and didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and walked in the direction of the hall. Over there, the black ice and white snow were waiting for him.

When Ya Menger saw that Wang Fan didn't answer, she stamped her feet and said angrily, "Well, if you don't say it, don't say it. What's the look like?"

As Wang Fan walked, he thought: The person painted on the oil painting is your wife's ex-husband. No wonder your lady's face is so strange. However, those energies are thin and weak. At best, they can only subconsciously confuse ordinary people. It's not a big deal. Well, I'll spare you this time. Let's talk about it next time I see Mrs. Bomon.

"Hey, why are you walking so fast? Wait for me!" Ya Menger shouted later and ran after him.

Wang Fan did not stay. He secretly used the magic power close to the world. After a few steps, he had disappeared in the depths of the corridor and appeared again, and had already reached the center of the hall on the first floor. In the hall, black ice and white snow are sitting in the hall and waiting. Baron Beaumont stood beside him with a wine glass with an embarrassed face. He didn't look like he couldn't get off the stage. Obviously, he toasted to the black ice and white snow, and the two of them ignored him at all.

Wang Fan suddenly appeared in the hall, which scared the people in the hall. The band members who were playing in front of him stopped playing in shock.

When Baron Beaumont saw Wang Fan appear, he was stunned at first, then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly greeted him with a smile on his face: "Your Excellency, you are here so fast. The two gentlemen around you have just come back. Congratulations, my lord, they have caught the knight of the temple. This is a great achievement."

Wang Fan nodded and was about to go forward when he suddenly felt a cold look at him. He turned his head and met a pair of turbid eyes. This is a man in a black robe. The man's face is old and looks like he is in his sixties. A pair of eyes are gray and yellow, which looks turbid and ugly, but this pair of eyes shoots a little cold light.

"Two-order intermediate, dark attribute fighting spirit. It seems to be another killer. Wang Fan's spiritual power swept over the man and came to a conclusion in an instant.

When Wang Fan's mental strength swept by, the black-robed man's body shook, as if he felt something, and a pair of eyes suddenly shot out a cold murderous atmosphere.

When Baron Bummon saw Wang Fan looking at the man in black, he took the lead in introducing, "Your Excellency, this is the chief adviser of our territory - Mr. Viper."