Dozo America

Under the leadership of the security guard, Zhen Fan carried Annie in and gently placed her on the bed. He checked her body again and found that there was no big problem. He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and stuffed it into her.

security guard.

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

The security guard remained calm and Qian Qian smiled and said, "If you need anything else, you can call me at any time. You know where I work!"

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

"Goodbye!" the security guard left with a smile. It was obvious that this unexpected surprise made him very fond of Zhen Fan.

Seeing that Annie was sleeping peacefully, Zhen Fan began to look around her house. The bedroom was very simple, and there seemed to be nothing suspicious about it. However, when Zhen Fan first entered the door, he felt a wave of energy, a wave of energy.

The cold breath rippled slightly in the room, and if you didn't feel it carefully, you could even ignore it.

Walking out of the room, Zhen Fan directly felt where the cold breath came from. The painting in the living room, the portrait painting, the ancient top hat and ridiculous dress, the character in the painting was a middle-aged man with his eyes lowered.

, holding a crutch in his hand, and a gemstone ring sparkling on the hand holding the crutch.

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

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As he spoke, Zhen Fan stretched out his hand and slowly placed his palm on the painting. He slowly felt the ordinary-looking painting. He muttered a mantra in his mouth, and then penetrated it continuously along his palm.

Go into the screen.

It seemed to be attractive. The canvas continuously absorbed the Taoist mantras pouring out of Zhen Fan's hands, and then the whole picture suddenly seemed to expand. The figure in the painting inside looked like a newly painted

The good oil painting was suddenly splashed with water, and the entire portrait was distorted.

Suddenly, the oil paint on the painting flowed down to the ground as if it had been washed away. Soon it flowed along the wall to the floor, but it did not spread around or penetrate into the floor. Instead, it flowed to the floor.

, they kept gathering together, and slowly all the oil paint on the painting flowed out, forming a human shape on the floor.

The shape of a polite middle-aged man wearing a formal dress and holding a cane. Just like the man in the painting.

Yes, this is the man in the painting.

And when the human figure slowly spread out, grew bigger, and became the same size as a real person, the thin oil paint became plump, as if a real person was slowly taking shape. All of this was under Zhen Fan's eyelids

What happened down there.

Zhen Fan did not 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 with an indifferent expression, who was dressed as he did more than a hundred years ago.

The paint on the ground soon slowly turned into a real person, and then stood in front of Zhen Fan. The two of them stared at each other motionless, neither of them making a sound.

"I guess you didn't use oil paint on your face. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so white!" Zhen Fan couldn't help laughing, and then he laughed so much that he buried his head between his legs. This posture was too exaggerated.

"It's funny?" It was like a vague voice rising from the bottom of the water. 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 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 he immediately thought of the reason.

"You want to use Annie's soul to make up for your own energy. When your energy is enough, you can break free from the painting. Really?" Zhen Fan's tone became very cold, which was different from what he just said.

Laughing was a stark contrast.

"So what?" The oil-painted man snorted, "She can't stand the temptation. Who can blame her?"

"It's your fault!" Zhen Fan blurted out immediately.

The man with the oil paint was obviously choked, then became angry, and finally burst into laughter, but his laughter was very dull, like a low thunder rolling past. The oil paint was still dripping from his body.

"Really?" the oil-painted man said in a very 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 Anne's soul for the time being, because her soul is no better than that of ordinary people. Don't you feel it when you are stumped? I can feel her.

The soul is still fighting fiercely in your body, and if you are not careful, you will be hurt by her backlash."

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

Zhen Fan laughed again, pointing at the man with oil paint and laughing wildly.

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

"Of course, you can slowly conquer her and transform her into your own energy, and the energy of her soul is still very strong. But...did I promise to give you such a long time?" Zhen Fan pointed at him and smiled.

"You? Who do you think you are? You can't protect yourself!" The oil-painted man's eyes suddenly flashed with emerald light, and he glared at Zhen Fan. The emerald green color actually colored his gaze, and instantly

It enveloped Zhen Fan's body, wrapping her up.

"It's interesting!" Zhen Fan didn't even move. He was wrapped in the emerald-like green mist and said with a smile, "It's a bit like Superman Clark's eyes, but his eyes are like cutting machines.

, you can even cut through steel plates, I think... you definitely don't have that ability, you just spit!"

"A mouthful of phlegm is enough, you should worry about yourself!" The oil-painted man hummed with a smile, with a somewhat smug expression on his face. It was obvious that he thought he had defeated Zhen Fan.

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

The oil-painted man looked at him in surprise. Then he sneered: "Well, considering that you are about to die, you can ask your question. Maybe I will answer you when I am 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?"

"You want to know?" The man in oil paint laughed loudly. "I won't tell you. When you die, I will forget you immediately. Maybe the whole world will forget you. This is the best thing."

"That's not right!" Zhen Fan said as if mumbling to himself, "That's not right. Paintings like yours are actually very common. They seem to be ancient paintings passed down by the family, but who can

Come to think of it, it only has a history of more than fifty years, and...I can't feel the existence of a lot of soul energy in your body..."

"Because I have used them all for myself! Of course you can't feel it."

"No, no, no. This is wrong. If you had used it for your own use, you would not have been trapped by this painting long ago. Obviously... these souls are not being used by yourself, so... then...

There is only one possibility, you - this man with a face full of... even no paint. You are just someone else's tool!"

"Nonsense! This is impossible, they have indeed been absorbed by me!" The oil-painted man suddenly hit a high note. Although it was not very high, it was a dull sound, as if it had been smashed by a stone, harsh and unpleasant.

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

"You...who are you?" The oil-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 Anne's soul out yet. You just imprisoned her. Otherwise, nothing you can do will make up for it. Listen to my words, let her out, and we will be good

Talk!" Zhen Fan looked at the man who looked like oil paint 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 suddenly stood up, and the green mist-like thing covering his body immediately dispersed, as if it had never appeared before. Such a change,

The oil-painted man was stunned. This was his trump card. Occasionally, he encountered one or two souls that were difficult to control. As long as he used this, he would be invincible.

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

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

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

"No...not even to death!"

"Well, just go and die!" Zhen Fan suddenly opened his hand and stretched out his hand towards the oil-painted man. In the oil-painted man's hand, the palm was like an overwhelming dark cloud.

Covering himself, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

"Help—" the man with oil paint made a dull voice, and then fell silent.

The man in oil paint slowly turned into a pool of pungent oil paint. Suddenly, a white blurry image emerged from the oil paint. After turning around in the living room in surprise, it stopped. She saw Zhen Fan.

, and then let out a exclamation.

"You...why are you here?"

"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?"

Annie looked down and immediately let out a scream.

"I...am...am I dead?"

"No, you just left your body, but... if you don't return to your body, you will become an idiot, a walking zombie, and you... can only exist in this form.

Yes!" Zhen Fan smiled, "But... with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"