Chapter 142 The Soul in the Oil Painting

With Wang Fan's slap, Ya Menger's face turned red with shame. Her expression changed sharply. Suddenly, she shouted, "Lv, I'll fight with you!" With that, he waved a pair of tender fists and rushed over.

"Ha ha, little girl, I'm sorry that I won't accompany you." Wang Fan said with a smile, shrinking an inch and disappearing into the room.

Ya Menger rushed into the air, fell down on the sofa, turned her head, and found that the room was empty. Wang Fan had already run away. She grabbed the fluff on the sofa angrily and pulled it fiercely. A handful of white fluff was pulled off.

She pulled the sofa crazily and shouted, "I'm so angry, I'm so angry..."

At this time, Wang Fan had come to the room on the top floor of the castle. The reason why he didn't go in was that there was another person in the baroness's room - the baro.

"Madam, a big event happened today. The hunting team opposite came two years in advance. This is really not good news, but fortunately, a fourth-order strongman saved us in time. Moreover, he is visiting our castle at this time. Speaking of this, Baron Bomon smiled and said, "Ha ha, you haven't seen it. This adult is really young. He looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face is still childish. But he is already a fourth-order strongman. It's really surprising to say it. I suspect that there must be a big force behind him. Otherwise, no one can achieve this achievement at such a young age.

As Baron Beaumont said, he sat next to the lady and gently stroked the woman's blonde hair. My eyes are full of love. Although, the woman has been sleeping with her eyes closed.

He looked up, looked at the huge portrait hanging on the wall, and said distractedly, "I know that you don't want to forgive me in your heart, but I also have my own difficulties. If I don't do those things, you will be poisoned. Alas--, madam, even if you don't forgive me, why are you in a daze at the portrait of your ex-husband every day? It hurts me so much that you are like this.

Baron Bomont's fat face showed a complex look of Nanming, which seemed to be sad, jealous, and mixed with pity.

He sat for a while and saw that his wife was still asleep. He sighed heavily, stood up and walked out of the door.

Wang Fan's body flashed and he was already invisible. When Baron Beaumont opened the door, he quietly swept into the room. Baron Beaumont opened the door gently and closed it gently, and his face sank like water.

Wang Fan looked at the oil painting carefully. From the appearance, he could never see anything strange, but the spiritual power enveloped it, but he could find a strange and subtle spiritual power in the portrait. This is a kind of spiritual power generated by strong mental power, which is enough to make people trance and fall into a trance.

When he went all out to check the oil painting, the originally quiet spiritual power suddenly became restless, seemed to be stimulated, and quickly withdrew from the portrait.

"Huh, have you finally shown your true face?" Wang Fan snorted coldly in his heart, and his powerful mind was like a big net, sticking to the back of spiritual power and breaking into the oil painting.

"Boom!" Like a violent earthquake, Wang Fan was shocked.

When his spiritual power broke into the oil painting, it seemed that he had penetrated a layer of film and entered another strange world. This is a gray world, very small, only three or four meters in size. In the center, a gray fog trembled.

Wang Fan's spiritual power changed into a big hand, and he grabbed the gray fog in his hand.

"Ah, help, don't kill me, don't kill me." There was a howling from the gray fog, which was a kind of transmission of mind.

"Oh, it's a mutilated soul. No wonder it's so weak." Wang Fan's heart moved, and his spiritual power circled in the gray fog, and he knew what was going on.

"Well, you little ghost, how dare you confuse the hostess here? Don't you know how to write dead characters?" Wang Fan threatened to pass on the idea.

There was a silence in the gray fog, and there was a sigh: "Master, please don't be angry. I know that I shouldn't confuse her, but I'm too lonely. For eight years, I can only hide in this dark place. Every day, I pray that someone can talk with me, but this is also a kind of I hope that until that day, I was moved to this place.

Wang Fan listened and suddenly interrupted, "Are you really her ex-husband, Chris's father?"

The gray fog was restless, and his surprised voice came out: "How do you know?" Instead, he laughed at himself and said, "Ha ha, yes, you just heard what Beaumont said. Magician, what a powerful group of people!"

"Young strong man, would you like to hear a story from me?" The sound of the gray fog seemed low.

Wang Fan hid in the corner of the room, looked at **, made sure that the baroness had really fallen asleep, and said, "Please tell me!"

"This story begins when I was young. When I was in my twenties, I loved literature and painting very much. Because of my talent, I have made some achievements in literature and gained a great reputation, but my painting is very bad. I don't know if I don't have this talent. Because it is always difficult for me to draw a good portrait. I knew that one day, I met a friend who came to visit my brother.

"Your brother, Bliss magician?" Wang Fan interrupted.

"Do you know my brother?" The gray fog was obviously a little surprised.

"Well, it's a long story. Go on with your story!" Wang Fan didn't want to interrupt him.

"Since you know my brother's identity, you must be able to guess that the friend who visited my brother is also a great magician, but this is not what interests me. What makes me happy is that this magician is actually a master of painting. Coincidentally, this master has also heard of my reputation. The first time we got together, we had a good talk. We talked all night. Until the next day, we had become friends of the forgotten year. Later, I learned that the mage was in his 80s at that time.

"Unfortunately, he only stayed for a week and left in a hurry. Since then, I have never seen him again. But when he was about to leave, he sent me a portrait - yes, it's the portrait you see now. Look, this portrait is so exquisite and not as human. Although he painted me, I still have to say that this painting is a rare treasure. After getting the painting, I hung it at my bedside and watched it day and night. It has almost become a part of my life."

"However, in a long time, a serious illness killed me. Suddenly, before I was ready, I died of illness. I'm not reconciled. I still have a lot of things to do. I still have many unfinished dreams. I don't want to die like this. I also have my beautiful wife and lovely son. I left. What should they do? So, I don't know what's going on, so I entered this portrait.

"At the beginning, I was drowsy and in a chaotic state. Until eight years ago. On that day, I was drowsy in the portrait space, but I suddenly felt a force calling me, which was the power of missing. So, following this force, I finally got out of my sight from this space. - It's my wife. It was her who woke me up.

When Wang Fan heard this, he probably knew what was going on. However, what he was interested in was that this portrait space actually had the effect of protecting the soul. You know, after the death of ordinary people, the soul will quickly dissipate, and even some grievances will not last long. And this portrait can make his soul live here and never die. This is a treasure.

The soul has always been the most mysterious field of human beings.

"I understand, but you have been pestering her like this. Don't you know that she will gradually decline and die slowly?" Wang Fan questioned.

The gray fog sighed and said, "I know, but... I can't help it. I know that I will hurt her like this, but I can't get out. I just want to chat with her. She is a mortal and can't talk to me directly like an adult. I can only dream to meet her, so she looks drowsy every day. In fact, I've been advising her not to come to this room these days, but she won't listen.

"Oh, so, does she know?" Wang Fan was a little surprised.

"Yes, how could she not know? We have been husband and wife for eight years. The first time we had a dream, she recognized me."

Wang Fan thought for a moment and said, "If you are like this, you will quickly dissipate and die when you come out of the portrait. I can only stay here all the time. This is not a long-term way!"

"Your Excellency, is there nothing you can do if you are as powerful as you?"

Wang Fan pondered and thought to himself that there was nothing he could do to remove him, but this method was not perfect. There are only three ways to remove his soul: First, find a body and take away the house. Second, strengthen the soul body and recast the body with mana. Third, look for a treasure and let him live again.

The second method is too difficult and not desirable, and the third method is not good, neither to change the soup nor the medicine. There is only the first method.

However, this method makes Wang Fan very difficult. Because helping him take away will greatly consume Wang Fan's strength. However, thinking of the instructions of Sandra's fighter before his death, Wang Fan sighed in his heart.

"Well, I can try it." Wang Fan said that he had made a decision.