"Underground?" Feng Han was inspired by it, and suddenly realized.

He walked out of the living room at once, opened the door with a "bang", and rushed straight in the direction of the cemetery.

Shanna, Rachel, and Pastor Fabiu all stayed where they were, unsure of what he was going to do.

"It must be so, Dr. Talisac reminded me from the beginning...... And I didn't find that. ”

He strode in the direction of the cemetery, aiming for the tall statue of the Grim Reaper.

Feng Han casually picked up a shovel on the ground, came to the foot of the Death Statue, and waved the shovel to shovel the soil on the ground without thinking.

He surmised that what Dr. Talisac was referring to must be under the statue, so he didn't think much of digging up the earth.

"Liszt, have you made any discoveries?"

Rachel and the others rushed over, and her first words were the question.

Feng Han ignored them and concentrated on digging the soil, he dug for about an hour, dug a small hole, and took out a tightly wrapped thing from it.

"Sealed paintings?"

Holding it in his hand and weighing it, he came to the conclusion that this thing would be an oil painting board, and it might be a painting that could be detected from the size and heavy feel.

Everyone was very curious, and they didn't know how Feng Han found this thing.

"It's strange that I was there when this statue was standing here, but how the hell did this thing get down there......" Fabiu said very strangely.

"This was probably designed by Dr. Talisac!" Feng Han explained. The man must have thought of this in the first place, leaving these clues here.

"So...... What is it? The other three were all very puzzled, and cast curious eyes at the oil painting in Feng Han's hand.

………………

They returned to the hut, and Feng Han took out the oil painting inside.

"It's really a painting......

To be precise, it should be said that it is an abstract painting, but unfortunately Feng Han does not have much knowledge in art, so there is not much speculation.

Because it's an abstract painting. So the color, layout, and picture are all incredible, not to mention Feng Han, even Shanna and Rachel can't see why.

"W-What the hell is drawn on this?"

Rachel glanced at the abstract painting, her face a little subtle, she had thought that Feng Han would find something that could deter evil objects, or break the curse or something. I didn't expect it to be just an abstract painting where I couldn't see what to draw.

"Can you show me?"

Pastor Fabiu said this, and the three of them turned their gaze to the old man.

"Grandpa Fabiu, can you see something?" Shanna asked delightedly.

"Don't get your hopes up, I don't know much about art than you do......"

The old priest put on a pair of reading glasses for himself, and carefully looked up and down the painting handed over by Feng Han. After a while, he sighed and said, "Sure enough, this is a painting about that prophecy......"

"Prophecy?" The three of them stared at each other unsuspectingly.

"You young people don't know the rumors about Custer...... old man handed the abstract painting back to Feng Han and sat back in his seat.

"Especially in the Montenegrin area. The Black Hills of Custer were originally a sacred site for the Sioux people......"

- The Sioux people, also known as the Daktros, are a group of North American Indians. They used to live in Minnesota, Iowa, and Wisconsin, but later due to the migration of foreign populations, the living environment has been shrinking, and although there are some Sioux people in the United States, the number is very small. Its tribal pattern is also almost disappearing.

"The Sioux believe in witchcraft, and one of the Sioux is a very legendary wizard, Black Elk, once made a prophecy. He saw the place in his vision, and he saw the rise of two great beings. They fought fiercely with each other because of their different philosophies......"

"This battle crossed time and space, through wind and fire, to the endless barren land, and the two great 'technicians' entered a long fierce battle, and time and time passed continuously. They compete for the ultimate qualification to enter the Primordial Being, a struggle between darkness and light, and once the creatures belonging to the dark side are victorious, the world will be destroyed......"

"But even these two great beings. The Holy Witch, who has mastered the unimaginable skills of human beings, has also discovered a problem, they cannot completely destroy each other, they have to be day and night, one is light, the other is dark, they live and restrain each other, even if they are hostile to the end of the world's annihilation, this battle will not end! ”

The old man stopped and did not continue. He glanced at everyone's solemn expressions and suddenly laughed.

"Kids, don't be so serious, it's just a bedtime story after all."

"I don't believe in bedtime stories......"

Feng Han clasped his hands to his chest, he frowned and said, "But the story you said is a little impressive, and I always feel like I've heard it again." ”

Shanna and Rachel also glanced at each other, they felt the same way as Feng Han.

"I seem to have heard it, but this story has been around for a long time, so my parents told it when I was a child." Rachel shrugged.

"It does feel familiar, but I don't remember anyone telling me this story at all......" Shanna was also puzzled, she glanced at the old man and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa Fabiu, did you tell me this story when I was a child." ”

"Maybe, but I don't have any impression of it myself." Pastor Fabiu smiled lovingly.

"Later......"

Feng Han continued to ask, his instincts reminding him that this "bedtime story" about the Sioux people was not simple.

"Nothing later, the two great beings found themselves powerless to stop and to end the war, and their only hope was the rise of a third great being, whose will would determine the outcome of the battle, and the survival and destruction of the world...... So, this is the end of the story, it is said that the great beings are still waiting, they are waiting for the appearance of a third technician......"

At this time, the old pastor also ended the meeting.

"Alright, I've said everything I need to say, it's not too early, you should go back to have breakfast, or get some sleep."

"Yes, it does sound like a good idea."

Feng Han stood up, he knew that the old priest was asking them to go back.

"So, priest, I wish I could take this painting with me, as I am investigating the cause of my companion's death."

"That's the job of the cops, kid, you shouldn't get involved in it."

The old priest shook his head and said, "You can take the painting with you, it's not mine after all, I'm just curious where you knew where the painting was hidden......"

Feng Han smiled bitterly and said, "I said that it was Dr. Salix who told me, I don't know if you will believe it." ”

He was going to take the painting with him and continue his research, but to say why, it wasn't that he found out that the painting was signed, and that name was his word "Arwen". It seems that this painting has a deep relationship with this man named Ya Tomb.

"Hahaha, I wonder if that's really the case."

The old priest sent them to the door.

"Thank you, Grandpa Fabiu, and I'll come back to see you if I have time." Shanna smiled and spoke.

"May the Lord bless you, child."

The old priest didn't say anything more, just drew a cross on his chest. The three of them waved him goodbye and quickly drove away from the parishion.

The old priest remembered the abstract painting that he had buried in the soil with his own hands, and his heart was slightly stunned, decades had passed in the blink of an eye, he really didn't expect time to be so fast, he sighed and said in a low voice: "Whew, it seems that the person that Dr. Salix was waiting for has finally appeared." ”

"Really?"

A voice came from behind him, which made the old priest tremble, and he turned his head to see a face.

"Ahh

He had a pain in his chest, and he was pierced by a sharp knife.

"It's a pity, old man, I didn't want to kill you, but your nonsense is too much, so I decided that it would be better to kill you."

The voice opened its mouth coldly, stirring in front of the old priest's chest to widen the wound, making his bleeding even heavier. He wears a black cloak and a white mask on his face, completely unaware of what his true face is.

"Your existence is uncertain, I should have killed you in the first place......"

The old man was stabbed in the chest, and his body quickly became weak. But he still had a breath left, and with a wave of his hand, he knocked over the mask on the assailant's face.

"Wow."

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, he was injured indistinctly, his life was already endangered, and he probably didn't live long, but he also saw the face under the mask, it was the face of a young man.

"Sure enough, it's you, 'Arwen', you're trying to hide your identity, but it's pointless, I already know who you are."

"Old thing, you don't have a chance, even if you know anything, it's useless, because you're going to die here."

The man chuckled.

"Don't worry, Arwen, you demon needs to know something, and someone will soon be able to clean you up."

"Hahaha, that's not with you, after all, dead people can't do anything."

The cloaked man let out a shrill laugh and brutally killed the old priest. He threw away the sharp knife in his hand and quickly left the scene of the crime. And the old man's gradually cold body was also planted on the ground.

"Hey, it's Watt, it's like I said before, send someone out to solve the rest of the problem."

The man in the cloak called the head of the Ackerman family and ordered him to do what he was told. (To be continued......)