The Dean Has Arrived

"Is that guy dead?" Nero looked at the fading oil painting and asked curiously. ◎

"As a magical creature, a painting spirit doesn't die so easily."

Xi Wei shook his head, and under the surprised gazes of the guards, he casually dropped the long sword in his hand on the ground.

Although he can also achieve the same effect through magic such as ether construction or magic sword, the reason why he has to work hard to do this kind of thing is purely to save the tongue of explanation-an oil painting suddenly bleeding and a An oil painting that began to bleed after being cut with a sword. Obviously, the latter is easier for people to understand what happened.

"Where's the bionic monster?" As Lu Zhanting's prince (although only his predecessor), Barris is obviously more concerned about the whereabouts of the monster that desecrated the imperial power.

"escaped."

Xi Wei pointed at the fading picture scroll from a distance, and the mage's hand dipped in a thick black liquid that gave off a stench, and smeared a weird magic circle on the picture scroll.

"As I said before, that guy's aura has never dissipated in this room. If it wants to leave through secret passages or other methods, it is impossible for me not to feel the movement of the aura. But what is certain is , it is not in this room now..."

"How is this going?"

Barris turned around the room suspiciously: "Mr. Edric, what exactly do you mean?"

Xi Wei didn't answer, but Nero answered instead: "Mr. Edric's meaning, in short, is that the guy escaped from the painting with the help of the painter."

"Escape from the painting...?" Barris opened his mouth with disbelief: "Is this kind of thing really possible?"

I've never heard of painting spirits, but they're still magical creatures—it's not surprising that things that are so weird that they can't be compared to ordinary creatures have incredible abilities, not to mention that this thing seems to live in paintings since it was born.

But the bionic monster is a real monster, and the fact that it can run from the real world into the world in the painting is too appalling.

"Actually, I just wanted to ask...Master, what are you doing?" Shanelia finally couldn't hold back her curiosity as she watched Xi Wei scribble on the canvas.

Because this question just hits the point of interest of Nero and Barris. So the two stopped talking and turned to look at Xi Wei waiting for his answer.

"En?" Noticing that including the guards who had already retreated to the door, Xi Wei noticed that the eyes of the people around him seemed to be focused on him, so he raised his eyebrows a little, and then replied: "Well, it just happened to be almost finished It’s gone. It’s better for you to see with your own eyes.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dark purple crack appear in the middle of the canvas he had smeared. Inside the crack, there were countless dazzling lines and spots of light passing by, which made people feel dazzled.

What is even more surprising is that after the crack was forcibly torn, it seemed to have a life of its own, wriggling and trying to close it again.

It's just that when it was about to close, it was smeared out by Xi Wei, and many black hands stretched out from the seemingly disorderly graffiti. Grab the edge of the crack firmly and break it apart vigorously.

The competition between the two was so fierce that Barris, who was watching, had the illusion that he was hearing the screams from the crack.

In the end, it seemed that Xi Wei's black arm with graffiti had the upper hand, and the crack gradually expanded, even beyond the scope of the canvas, and expanded to the wall, and the width has changed from the original one-finger width to the level that can now accommodate a person. .

"It's very good, although it's just the first time. But it's surprisingly simple."

Xi Wei nodded in satisfaction: "Then let's go."

"Huh? Let's go? Where?!"

Barris didn't come back to his senses for a while.

But he is not stupid, after seeing the situation in front of him. He basically understood what Xi Wei meant.

But he still couldn't believe what he had guessed.

"Of course I went to chase that guy in the painting."

Xi Wei dusted off the mage's robe, and after casually proving that Barris' guess was right, he quickly walked into the crack.

Sanelia and Nero looked at each other subconsciously, and then they looked away with a very high synchronization rate, and walked towards the crack together. In the end, Nero's physique as a templar was better than that of Sanelia as a witch, and he walked into the crack first.

After the three of them went in. The cracks began to shrink slowly.

Barris looked at the guards behind him who seemed to have been stupefied, gritted his teeth and sneaked in while the crack was not shrinking enough to pass through.

The feeling of entering the crack at the beginning was very bad. Bai Ruisi only felt as if he was thrown into a big whirlpool. He couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north. He could only be turned upside down in a narrow tunnel and fell forward dizzily. .

Waiting for a light to hit his face. When he realized that was the exit, he almost burst into tears...although it is estimated that the gastric juice lunch and bile would come out one step earlier than the tears.

As the light expanded, he felt a burst of enlightenment, and then his whole body fell to the hard floor with a snap.

The only good thing is that such a fall finally threw his vomiting back into his stomach...

After his dazed head regained clarity, the first thing he noticed was that the scene around him seemed familiar.

The spacious hall, the bright red Firefox velvet carpet, the large white floor tiles like jade, the rare incandescent nanmu used as the beams, and the huge golden pillar carved with the totem of the 'Holy Beast.

Then he came to his senses.

Nima, isn't this the main hall in his castle!

Not only the house, but also the costumes of the guards with unkind faces around them are undoubtedly the costumes of the guards of the Principality of Lu Zhanting, and even the monster heads carved on the hilts of the long swords hanging from their waists are also a unique custom of Lu Zhanting .

But it's a pity that those guards don't seem to know him, the former prince.

"How is this going?"

Fortunately, Xi Wei and the others were right in front of him. As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Bai Ruisi asked Xi Wei, "Didn't you enter the painting? But here..."

Before Bai Ruisi finished speaking, he was stunned.

Just now, because he fell to the ground and was blocked by Xi Wei and the others, he didn't see it, but now that he was over Xi Wei's shoulders, he could clearly see the person sitting on his father's master's throne in the past.

Although that person seemed to be a little dazed at the moment, he still possessed a palpitating majesty and an indistinctly powerful aura.

"I remember a picture in your father's bedroom."

At this moment, Xi Wei said suddenly.

And Barris also spoke in a daze.

"..."The Birth of Lu Zhanting""

That's right, the man in front of him is exactly the same as the one in the painting.

Lu Zhanting, the founding emperor and the king of dragon veins, Chris Lu Zhanting. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!

ps: The optical fiber at my house was dug up by the construction team yesterday, which caused the bats to be disconnected for a day... Also, I went on a blind date today. As for the result... Humans are always repeating the same tragedy (far eye