Under the leadership of the security guard, Zhen Fan took Anne in, gently put her on the bed, and checked her body again, there was no major problem, his fingers took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it to the security guard.

"Thank you, I don't know what to do without you?"

The security guard smiled quietly: "If you need anything, you can call me at any time." You know where I work! ”

"Of course, if there is a need, I will!" Zhen Fan nodded, "Goodbye, buddy!" ”

"Goodbye!" The security guard left with a smile, obviously this unexpected joy made him have a good impression of Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan saw that Anne was sleeping peacefully, so he began to look at her house. The bedroom is very simple, and there doesn't seem to be anything to be suspicious, but when Zhen Fan just entered the door, he felt a trace of energy fluctuations, and a cold aura rippled slightly in the room, and if he didn't feel it carefully, he could even ignore it.

Walking out of the room, Zhen Fan directly felt where the cold aura came from. The painting in the living room, the portrait, the old top hat and the ridiculous gown, the figure in the painting is a middle-aged man with his eyes downcast, holding a cane in his hand, and a jeweled ring glittering on the hand holding the cane.

Zhen Fan frowned and looked at the painting, took two steps back and forth, hugged his hands in front of his chest, spread two hands apart, propped them on his chin, and muttered: "Who are you sacred?" ”

As he spoke, Zhen Fan stretched out his hand and slowly pasted his palm on the painting. Slowly feeling this ordinary-looking painting, he silently recited a mantra mantra in his mouth, and then continued to penetrate into the picture along his palm.

It's as if it's attractive. The canvas continued to absorb the Taoist mantra gushing out of Zhen Fan's hand, and then the whole picture suddenly seemed to be about to swell, and the characters in the painting inside were like a freshly painted oil painting that was suddenly splashed with water, and the entire portrait of the characters was distorted.

Suddenly, the oil paint on the picture seemed to have been washed off and flowed down the ground and soon down the wall to the floor, but did not spread out or penetrate into the floor. On the contrary, when it flows to the floor, it keeps gathering, and slowly all the oil paint on the picture flows out. On the floor has been paved in the shape of a human.

The shape of a polite middle-aged man in a formal dress and holding a cane in his hand resembles the person in the painting.

Yes, that's the guy in the painting.

And the figure slowly spreads out and grows larger. When it becomes life-size. The thin oil paint became plump, as if a real person was slowly forming, and this qiē happened under Zhen Fan's nose.

Zhen Fan did not stop this process of change, but instead took a few steps back, sat on the sofa chair, and looked indifferently at this middle-aged man who was changing and dressed like he was more than a hundred years ago.

The oil paint on the ground quickly turned into a real person, and then stood in front of Zhen Fan, and the two of them looked at each other motionlessly. No one spoke.

"I guess you must not have used oil paint on your face, otherwise it wouldn't be so white!" Zhen Fan couldn't help but laugh. Then he laughed and buried his head between his legs, a pose that was too exaggerated.

"Funny?" It was like a faint voice rising from the bottom of the water, and the man in oil paint actually spoke, his face was still pale, and the emerald green in his eyes seemed to be flowing with a terrifying light.

"Yes, it's not just funny, it's pitiful, I pity you, a soul that has been sealed for a hundred years, do you know why I was able to let you out?" Zhen Fan suddenly raised his head and looked at him coldly.

"Because of that woman?" The oil paint man didn't seem to be very stupid, and immediately thought of the reason.

"You want to make up for your energy with the help of Anne's soul, and when you have enough energy, you can break free from the painting, right?" Zhen Fan's tone became very cold, which was in stark contrast to the laughter he had just had.

"So what?" The oil paint man snorted, "It's because she can't stand the temptation, who can blame her?" ”

"Blame you!" Zhen Fan immediately blurted out.

The man was visibly choked, then angry, and finally laughed, but his laughter was dull, like a low thunderclap rolling by. The oil paint is still dripping down his body.

"Really?" The painted man said in a very contemptuous tone, "I can make up for myself with her soul now, what can you do to me?" Kill me? Or burned me? ”

"What do you say?" Zhen Fan smiled, "I know that you can't absorb the energy of Annie's soul for the time being, because her soul is no better than ordinary people's, don't you feel it?" I can feel her soul still fighting violently inside you, and if you're not careful, you'll be hurt by her backlash. ”

"How do you know?" The oil paint man finally changed his face.

Zhen Fan laughed again, pointing at this oil paint man and laughing wantonly.

"What's so funny about that? I don't believe I can't subdue her! The oil paint man became a little crazy, "It's just a soul that's a little stronger than the other souls, it's ordinary!" ”

"Of course, you can slowly subdue her and transform it into your own energy, and the energy of her soul is still very large. But...... Did I promise you that much time? Zhen Fan pointed at him and smiled.

"You? What are you? A sitting duck! The oil paint man suddenly had an emerald light in his eyes, and glared at Zhen Fan, the emerald green actually dyed this gaze with color, and instantly enveloped Zhen Fan's body and wrapped her.

"It's kind of interesting!" Zhen Fan didn't move, and said with a smile in the emerald-like green mist-like wrap, "It's a bit like Superman Clark's eyes, but his eyes are like a cutting machine, and even steel plates can be cut, I think...... You don't have that kind of ability, you're just spitting! ”

"A mouthful of phlegm is enough. You're still worried about yourself! The man snorted and laughed, with a somewhat triumphant expression. Obviously, he thought he had eaten Zhen Fan.

"There's a problem!" Zhen Fan actually raised his hand as if he was asking a question.

The man looked at him in surprise. Then he sneered: "Well, for your sake, you can say your question, and I may answer you as soon as I am happy!" ”

"Why does this painting look like a figure painted 100 years ago, but in fact it was painted less than 50 years ago? And also...... Who is the person who painted you on it? ”

"Want to know?" The oil paint man laughed, "I won't tell you, wait for you to die." I'll forget you right away, and maybe the whole world will forget you, that's the best thing. ”

"That's not right!" Zhen Fan said as if muttering to himself. "That's not right, paintings like yours are actually very common, they look like old paintings passed down from the family, but who would have thought that they are only more than 50 years old. And...... I don't feel a lot of soul energy in your body......"

"Because I've used them for myself! You naturally can't feel it. ”

"Nope. No, no, that's not right, if you use it for yourself, you won't be trapped by this painting a long time ago, obviously...... These souls are not used by yourself, so ...... There's only one possibility. You-this ...... A man who doesn't even have oil paint is just someone else's tool! ”

"Nonsense! It's impossible. They were indeed absorbed by me! The man suddenly burst out with a high pitch, although not very high, but it was a dull sound as if it had been smashed by a stone, harsh and unpleasant.

"Weak-hearted?" Zhen Fan shook his head and looked at him, and sighed, "You're just a little minion, how many people like you are disguised as oil paintings, sculptures, or even mirrors?" How many are in Los Angeles? ”

"You...... Who are you? The man took a breath and made a sound worse than crying.

"I don't even bother to deal with you, but fortunately you haven't given away Anne's soul yet, but have imprisoned her, otherwise you won't be able to make up for it. Listen to me, let her out, and we'll have a good talk! Zhen Fan looked at this man like oil paint and shook his head, "You know that I have the ability to force you out of the oil painting, and I have the ability to let you live in a purgatory-like environment." ”

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Can you give it a try?" Zhen Fan stood up suddenly, and the layer of green mist shrouded in his body immediately dispersed, as if it had never appeared before, such a change stunned the oil paint man, this is his killer weapon, occasionally encountering one or two uncontrollable souls, as long as he uses this, he will be invincible.

But this man didn't seem to receive any influence, and he broke his self-righteous means so lightly, which made him completely panicked.

"What do you want to do?" The oil paint man took a step back in a panic, and the oil paint on his body was dripping.

"Don't do anything, give me Anne's soul!"

"No...... Neither do you die! ”

"Well, you can die!" Zhen Fan suddenly opened his hand and grabbed it, and one hand stretched out towards the oil paint man, in the hand of the oil paint man, the palm was like an overwhelming dark cloud, enveloping himself, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"Help—" The man in oil paint uttered a dull voice, and then fell silent.

The oil paint man slowly turned into a puddle of pungent paint, and a white blurry image suddenly emerged from the oil paint, and after turning around in the living room in surprise, she stopped, she saw Zhen Fan, and then let out an exclamation.

"You...... How did it come? ”

"Because if I don't come, you won't be able to come out of the darkness!" Zhen Fan smiled and looked at the white somewhat blurry shadow, "You were fascinated by that painting, so ...... Look at yourself, is it floating in the air? ”

Anne looked down and let out a scream.

"I ...... I...... Am I dead? ”

"No, you're just out of your body, but...... If you don't go back to your own body, you're going to be an idiot, the walking dead, and you're ...... Then you can only save zài in this form! Zhen Fan smiled, "But...... With me here, don't be afraid of anything! (To be continued......)