Invincible little uncle

Chapter 478 47. Oil Painting
During the New Year, a group of people came to the Wen family first.

The family is located in the core area of ​​Universal City, and the area it occupies is not particularly exaggerated, but the location it occupies is indeed excellent.

Climb to the high-rise building, and you can see the rushing Bairi River in the distance. From time to time, some steel ships quietly pass through the river.

On the other side of the Bairi River, there are many tall buildings, showing the meaning of a steel forest.

This is really the best location in Cosmopolitan City.

And there are no commercial buildings in such a location, which seems to indicate how noble the status of the people who live here is.

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

Xia Guang and his party came here to pay New Year's greetings to the Patriarch of the Wen family.

The time is long and I need to have lunch at Wen's house.

But Su Lian couldn't take it anymore, she talked to Xia Guang, and asked Qi Susu to send her back to the villa.

Xia Guang just nodded when he knew about it.

At this time, he and Wen Li were waiting for the Patriarch of the Wen family, who was discussing something with Wen Li's parents.

The Wen family looked at the new uncle of the family.

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

How could this young man with no aristocratic atmosphere deceive Wen Li's favor?
Wen Li, in the Wen family, is also a proud girl of heaven. She has gained a lot of limelight among the younger generation. It can completely crush almost everyone.

Of course, there are also quite a few young and disdainful young girls who have no city status, and even those who are married or married into rich families, but are not welcomed, have low status, and are full of hostility towards this uncle.

But Xia Guang simply ignored them.

He was looking at an oil painting in the hall.

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

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

The left hand covered the head's eyes, and the right hand held a small black machete.

A burning hound beside the tree is watching this scene, and there is a black hole not far from the two of them. In the hole, dots of colorful stars can be seen faintly, reminiscent of words such as "pupil" and "little garden" .

The bonfire rises.

In the black soil under the old man in red, many people are working, but there is no wheat in the field, instead there are bunches of dark flowers growing there.

The overall color of this painting is rather dim. If you glance at it, you can't even notice its existence. It seems that the artist did it deliberately.

"This is a painting of an icon 500 years ago. The painter Bai Shizi painted a portrait of a saint 3 years ago. The real one is now hidden in the Holy Sepulcher in the capital. What hangs in my Wen's house is a high-quality imitation. "

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

Xia Guang was taken aback: "3 years ago?"

"Bai Shizi said he dreamed about it, so after waking up, he didn't sleep or sleep for three days and three nights, all in one go, and then he felt relieved."

This is too mythical, right?

However, such things that have been passed down in history are mostly exaggerated.

Xia Guang asked casually: "This painting as a whole has a terrifying atmosphere, why is it called the image of a saint? And... who is a saint here?"

Wen Li pointed to the severed head: "Hey, that's him."

"... "

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

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

Wen Li whispered: "Did you see that red-robed old man holding a small black knife? He is the first third red warlock recorded in extraordinary history. In other words, he was the third magician 3 years ago, and You are the third warlock after 3 years."

"Is he the first third Warlock?"

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

"Then what is the relationship between the saint and the third warlock? Is he also a red warlock?"

At this moment, this ordinary freshman has a feeling of being involved in the torrent of human history.

He stood here, but it seemed that he had a wonderful connection with the "despicable third warlock who cut off the head of a saint".

Although he knew that was not himself 3 years ago, he had the illusion that he was also involved.

Wen Li said: "In the "Forbidden Book of Doomsday Judgment", there is a sentence that seems to be a curse, killing your Lord, and you are guilty from now on.

It's just that there is no object, and it is not said who the curse was cast on.

However, the historians and theologians in Transcendence speculated based on various signs that this curse was aimed at the mythical event of "Red Killing the Saint".

Because the saint is most likely the source of Hong, but his strength is far less than Hong's. Hong is unwilling to bear the identity created by a weak creature like the saint, so he killed the saint.

It is obvious that the creator is not necessarily stronger than the creation. "

Wen Li lowered her voice again, and whispered to her ear, "Husband, have you seen that burning dog? It is said...that is what the Second Distortion Warlock looked like 3 years ago."

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

After she showed her face, she looked like a noble lady. She didn't wear gold or silver, but she had an elegant temperament, which was aristocratic temperament from the inside out. This noble lady was Wen Li's mother.

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

Because she knew the identity of her future son-in-law, she became more and more satisfied the more she watched, "Fan'er, the Patriarch is waiting for you in the study, Wen Li, you stay here."

Wen Li's expression remained unchanged, she nodded and sat down, shaking the coffee creamer with the stirring stick.

The noble lady looked at Xia Guang gently again, "Fan'er, come to my house for dinner tonight. I heard that your sister is back at the villa again. She may think there are too many people, but it is only a small-scale dinner at night. I will let people Go and pick her up for dinner."

Although she has never been engaged, the lady has already regarded the young man as her son-in-law.

Xia Guang responded, and strode towards the back hall.

The Patriarch of the Wen family is a kind old man with divine eyes. He is not wearing a Tang suit, but a rigid ancient warlock robe. Obviously, he is also a red warlock.

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

In fact, he never imagined that the Third Warlock could be strapped to his family's chariot.

Although this third warlock has not fully grown yet, it doesn't matter, his Wen family will do everything possible to support this future adult, and make sure he has a smooth journey.

Maybe hundreds of years later, other writers will also appear in history books.

The first thing he said when he saw Xia Guang was: "Please sit down."

The second sentence directly cuts to the topic: "I have already sent someone to investigate the disappearance of the housekeeper of Wenli Villa yesterday, and it was the Onimusha who did it.

Sebastian is dead. "

(End of this chapter)