In the New Year, the group came to the Wen family first.

The family occupies an area in the core area of Four Seas City, which is not particularly exaggerated, but the location they occupy is indeed excellent.

Ascending the high-rise building, you can overlook the rushing daytime river in the distance, from time to time there are some steel ships quietly passing through the river, the guard box is tight, and it is set up in a long distance, outsiders can not enter, and even cannot spy on it.

On the other side of the river is a forest of high-rise buildings, showing the meaning of a steel forest.

This is really the best location in Four Seas City.

And the existence of no commercial buildings in such a location seems to indicate how lofty the status of the people who live here.

The city lord, the deputy city lord, and then the family related to the extraordinary.

Xia Guang and his entourage came here to greet the head of the Wen family.

It's a long time, and I need to have lunch at Wen's house.

And Su Lian couldn't stand it, so she talked to Xia Guang and asked Qi Susu to send her back to the villa.

Xia Guang only nodded after knowing it.

At this time, he and Wen Li were waiting for the head of the Wen family, and the head of the family was discussing some things with Wen Li's parents.

The people of the Wen family looked at the new aunt of the family.

They all showed contempt, but they were either puzzled or frowned.

How could such a young man with no aristocratic atmosphere in his body deceive Wen Li's favor?

Wen Li, who is also at the level of the pride of the sky in the Wen family, is considered to be in the limelight among the younger generation, in short, even if she wears a school uniform of Changfeng University to pay New Year's greetings today, as long as she is willing, her aura can be completely crushed to almost everyone.

Of course, there are also many young people and girls who have no city government and disdain, and even people who marry or enter a wealthy family, but are not welcomed, have a low status, and can't get through and are hostile to this uncle.

But Xia Guang ignored them at all.

He was looking at an oil painting in the hall.

In fact, there are a lot of oil paintings in the hall, but he took a fancy to this one at a glance.

The old man in the red robe was prostrate on a wheat field, looking back at the sky, smiling, and then holding a human head in both hands.

His left hand covered the man's head's eyes, and his right hand held a small black scimitar.

A flaming hound was watching the scene by the tree, and not far from the two of them was a black hole with faint dots of stars, reminiscent of words like "pupil garden".

The bonfire rises.

In the black soil under the old man in the red robe, many people were working, but there was no wheat in the field, but bunches of black flowers grew.

The color of this painting is dull throughout, and if you glance at it, you can't even notice its existence, which is thought to be deliberately done by the painter.

"This is a painting of a holy icon from 500 years ago, the painter Bai Shizi depicts the image of a saint 30,000 years ago, the real thing is now hidden in the holy tomb of the national capital, and my literary family hangs a high imitation of a fake. ”

Wen Li walked to her husband's side and explained softly.

Xia Guang was stunned: "Thirty thousand years ago?"

Bai Shizi said that he dreamed it, so after waking up, he didn't sleep for three days and three nights, and then he was relieved. ”

Isn't that mythical?

However, most of the things that have been circulated in history are exaggerated.

Xia Guang casually asked: "This painting has a terrifying atmosphere as a whole, why is it called a statue of a saint? Who's the saint in this?"

Wen Li pointed to the severed head: "Now, it's him." ”

“...”

"As for why it's called an icon, it has something to do with you. ”

Xia Guang was shocked: "What do I have to do with this painting?"

Wen Li whispered: "Did you see the red-robed old man with the little black knife? He is the first third red warlock recorded in the extraordinary history, in other words, he is the third warlock thirty thousand years ago, and you are the third warlock thirty thousand years later." ”

"He's the first Third Warlock?"

Wen Li shook her head: "I don't know, but he is the third warlock recorded in all the history that can be studied." ”

"What does the saint have to do with the Third Warlock, is he also a Red Warlock?"

This ordinary first-year college student has a feeling of being swept up in the torrent of human history at this moment.

He stood there, but it was as if he had a strange connection with the "despicable third warlock who cut off the head of the saint."

Although I knew that it was not my self 30,000 years ago, I had the illusion that I was also involved.

Wen Li said: "In the Forbidden Book of the Last Judgment, there is a sentence that seems to be a curse, kill your master, and you will be guilty from now on.

But there is no object, and there is no saying who is this curse.

However, the transcendent historians and theologians speculated based on various indications that the curse was aimed at the mythical event of the "Red Killing of the Saint".

Because, the saint is very likely to be the source of red, but the strength is far less powerful than red, and red is unwilling to bear the identity created by a weak creature like a saint, so he killed the saint.

It is obvious that the creator is not necessarily more powerful than the creator. ”

Wen Li lowered her voice again, and whispered in her ear: "Husband, did you see that burning dog? That's what the Second Warlock looked like 30,000 years ago. ”

While the two were chatting, footsteps came from behind the hall.

After appearing, she showed the appearance of a noble lady, not wearing gold or silver, but she had an elegant temperament, which was an aristocratic temperament from the inside out, and this noble lady was Wen Li's mother.

The look she looked at her future son-in-law was naturally different from that of the rest of the family.

Because she knew her identity as her future son-in-law, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, "Fan'er, the head of the family is waiting for you in the study, Wen Li, you stay here." ”

Wen Li's expression remained unchanged, she nodded and sat down, and the stir bar shook the coffee minced milk.

The noble lady looked at Xia Guang gently, "Fan'er, come to my house for dinner at night, I heard that your sister is back to the villa again, she, I'm afraid there are many suspects, but it's just a small dinner party at night, and I'll let someone pick her up to eat together." ”

Although she was not engaged, the noblewoman had made the boy her son-in-law.

Xia Guang answered and strode to the back hall.

The head of the Wen family is a kind, but eye-catching old man, he is not wearing a Tang costume, but a stereotypical ancient warlock robe, obviously he is also a red warlock.

Seeing the young man walking in front of the door, he trembled a little uncontrollably.

In fact, he never imagined that he would be able to tie the Third Warlock to his family's chariot.

Although this third warlock has not yet been able to fully grow, it doesn't matter, his Wen family will do their best to support this future adult, and make sure that he has a smooth journey.

Perhaps hundreds of years later, his literary family will also appear in the history books.

The first thing he said when he saw Xia Guang was: "Please take a seat." ”

The second sentence directly cuts to the point: "I have already sent someone to investigate the disappearance of the housekeeper of Wenli Villa yesterday, and it was the hand of the ghost warrior."

Sebas, already dead. ”