Chapter 459 The Man in the Oil Painting

Under the leadership of the security guards, Zhen Fan carried Annie in, gently placed her on the bed, checked her body again, and found that there was nothing serious, took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket with his fingers, and stuffed it into the bed. security guard.

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

The security guard calmly said with a smile: "If you need anything else, you can call me at any time. You know where I work!"

"Of course, if necessary, I will!" Zhen Fan nodded, "Goodbye, buddy!"

"Goodbye!" The security guard left with a smile, and it was obvious that this unexpected joy made him have a good impression of Zhen Fan.

Seeing that Annie had fallen asleep peacefully, Zhen Fan began to look around her house. The bedroom is very simple, and there seems to be no doubt about it, but when Zhen Fan just entered the door, he felt a wave of energy, a cold breath rippling in the room, if you don't feel it carefully, you can even feel it. Ignore it.

Walking out of the room, Zhen Fan immediately felt where the cold breath came from. The painting in the living room, the portrait, the ancient top hat and the ridiculous dress, of a middle-aged man with downcast eyes, holding a cane in his hand and a jewel in the hand holding the cane The rings sparkled.

Zhen Fan frowned and looked at the painting, took two steps back and forth, clasped his hands in front of his chest, one hand spread apart, put it on his chin, and murmured: "Who are you? ?”

As he spoke, Zhen Fan stretched out his hand, and slowly put his palm on the painting. Slowly feeling this ordinary-looking painting, he chanted a mantra silently, and then continuously penetrated into the painting along the palm of his hand.

As if attractive. The canvas continuously absorbed the Taoist spell pouring out of Zhen Fan's hands, and then the whole picture suddenly seemed to swell up. The figure in the painting was like a freshly painted oil painting that was suddenly flooded with water. Splashed, the whole portrait is distorted.

Suddenly, the oil paint on the screen flowed down to the ground as if it had been washed off, and soon flowed along the wall to the floor, but it 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 screen flows out. A figure has been laid out on the floor.

The shape of a polite middle-aged man in a tuxedo with a cane in his hand resembles the one in the painting.

Yes, this is the man in the picture.

And this figure slowly spread out and became bigger. When it becomes life-size.

The thin oil paint became fuller, as if a real person was slowly forming, and all this happened under Zhen Fan's nose.

Zhen Fan didn't stop the process of change. Instead, he took a few steps back, sat on the sofa chair, and looked at the changing middle-aged man dressed like a hundred years ago with a calm face.

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

"I guess you definitely didn't use oil paint on your face, otherwise it wouldn't be so white!" Zhen Fan couldn't help laughing out loud. Then he laughed so hard that he buried his head between his legs, this posture was too exaggerated.

"It's funny?" Like a vague voice rising from the bottom of the water, the oil-painted man actually spoke, his face was still pale, and the emerald green in his eyes seemed to be shining with a frightening light.

"Yes, it's not only funny, but also pitiful. I pity you, a soul that has been sealed for a hundred years. Do you know why I can let you out?" Zhen Fan suddenly raised his head and looked at him coldly.

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

"You want to use Annie's soul to replenish your energy. When you have enough energy, you can break free from the painting, don't you?" Zhen Fan's tone became very cold, which is different from what he said just now. Laughing became a stark contrast.

"So what?" The oil-painted man snorted, "It's because she couldn't stand the temptation, so who can blame her?"

"Blame you!" Zhen Fan blurted out immediately.

The oil-painted man was obviously choked, then he became angry, and finally he laughed, but his laughter was very dull, like a low-pitched thunder rolling by. The body is still dripping oil paint.

"Really?" The oil-painted man said in a contemptuous tone, "I can use her soul to make up for myself now, what can you do to me? Kill me? Or burn me?"

"What do you think?" 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 that of ordinary people. Didn't you feel it? I can feel her. The soul is still fighting fiercely in your body, if you are not careful, you will be hurt by her backlash."

"How do you know?" The oil-painted man finally changed his expression.

Zhen Fan laughed again, pointing at the oil-painted man and laughing wantonly.

"What's so funny about this? I don't believe you can't subdue her!" The oil-painted man became a little crazy, "It's just a slightly stronger soul than other souls, it's very ordinary!"

"Of course, you can slowly subdue her and transform it into your own energy, and the energy of her soul is still very strong. But... have I promised you such a long time?" Zhen Fan pointed at him and smiled.

"You? What are you? You can't protect yourself!" Suddenly, the emerald-colored light shone in the oil-painted man's eyes, and he stared at Zhen Fan fiercely. It enveloped Zhen Fan's body, wrapping her in a circle.

"It's interesting!" Zhen Fan didn't move, and said with a smile in the emerald-like green mist-like package, "It's a bit like the eyes of Superman Clark, but his eyes are like cutting machines. , you can even cut through a steel plate, I think... you must not have that ability, you just spit!"

"A mouthful of phlegm is enough. You should worry about yourself!" The oil-painted man grinned, with a somewhat smug expression. Obviously he thought Zhen Fan was settled.

"I have a question!" Zhen Fan raised his hand like a reporter asking a question.

The oil-painted man looked at him in surprise. Then he sneered and said, "Well, since you're about to die, you can talk about your question, and I might answer you when I'm happy!"

"Why does this painting look like it was painted a hundred years ago, but it was actually painted less than fifty years ago? And... who is the person who painted you on it?"

"Want to know?" The oil-painted man laughed loudly, "I'm not going to tell you. After you die, I will forget you immediately, and maybe the whole world will forget you. This is the best thing."

"That's not right!" Zhen Fan said again as if muttering to himself. "This is not right. Paintings like yours are actually very common. It looks like an ancient painting passed down from the family, but who would have thought that it is only more than 50 years old. And... I am also in your body. I can't feel the existence of a lot of soul energy..."

"Because I used them for my own use! Of course you can't feel it."

"No. No, no, this is wrong. If you used it for yourself, you would not be trapped by this painting. Obviously... these souls are not used by you, so... just There is only one possibility. You—this man with a face...without even paint, is just someone else's tool!"

"Nonsense! This is impossible. They were indeed absorbed by me!" The oil-painted man suddenly uttered a high-pitched voice. Although it was not very high, it was a dull voice as if it had been smashed by a stone, harsh and unpleasant.

"Guilty?" Zhen Fan shook his head and looked at him, and sighed, "You're just a little guy, how many people like you are pretending to be oil paintings or sculptures, or even mirrors? How many are there in Los Angeles?"

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

"I don't even bother to deal with you. Fortunately, you haven't sent Annie's soul out, but just imprisoned her. Otherwise, you can't do anything to make it up. Listen to me, let her out, and we will have a good time." Talk!" Zhen Fan looked at the oil-painted man and shook his head, "You know I have the ability to force you out of the oil painting, and I have the ability to make you live in a purgatory-like environment."

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Can you give it a try?" Zhen Fan stood up suddenly, and the green mist covering his body immediately dissipated, as if it had never appeared before. Such a change, The oil-painted man was stunned. This is his trump card. Occasionally, he encounters one or two uncontrollable souls. As long as he uses this, he will be invincible.

But this man didn't seem to be affected in any way, he just broke the trick he thought he was proud of so easily, which made him completely flustered.

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

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

"No...not even death!"

"Okay, go to hell!" Zhen Fan suddenly opened his hand to grab it, and stretched out one hand towards the painted man. In the painted man's hand, the palm was like a dark cloud that overwhelmed the sky and covered the earth. Covered himself, so that he had nowhere to escape.

"Help—" the oil-painted man uttered a dull voice, and then fell silent.

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

"How did you come?"

"Because I don't come, you won't be able to come out of the darkness!" Zhen Fan smiled, looking at the somewhat blurred white shadow, "You are fascinated by that painting, so... look at yourself, Is it floating in the air?"

Annie looked down, and immediately let out a cry.

"I... I... Am I dead?"

"No, you're just out of your body, but... if you don't return to your own body, you will become an idiot, a walking dead, and you... can only exist in this form Now!" Zhen Fan smiled, "But...with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything!" (To be continued...)