Baishixian Road

Chapter 375 The Secret Hidden on the Fortune Teller's Painting

Singer woke up in a daze.

At that moment, his brain was still in a blank state.

Open your eyes, see the surrounding situation clearly, and slowly, the memory gradually returned to your mind.

"I was beaten? Was I knocked out?"

As a member of the high-level council of the Blood Ancestor Alliance, the ancestor of the fifth family in the alliance, the mighty Singer was knocked unconscious by a slap.

Simply a shame.

And totally unbelievable.

"Yo, you're awake? You're in good health." A voice sounded from beside him, and Singer turned his head to look, and subconsciously shivered.

It was the yellow man who beat him just now.

Singer really didn't care about the opponent before, but now, he naturally knew that he was blind and kicked the iron board.

Reminiscent of the reactions and little actions of Charlie, Victor, the Mystic, and the Crusaders before, how could Singer not understand what was going on.

At this time, his whole body was in pain, as if he had been run over by a train.

"Can you talk properly?" Xu Mo asked at this time, and Singer nodded hastily when he heard it.

Still pretending to be aggressive, he knew he was afraid he would be beaten to death.

"Then please answer me, what is the reason for you to expel Locke and his group?"

Xu Mo was still very curious about this matter.

"We all know what he did secretly. He offended the werewolves, the Shadow Association and the Holy See. We must expel him and his group to ensure our own safety."

Singer's reason is still very good.

But Xu Mo felt that this guy must have something to say.

So, Xu Mo told the other party a story.

To the effect, how he dealt with dishonest people.

"I will bury them in the soil, leaving only the head, and then take a knife, scratch his head, and pour mercury into the wound. By the way, you blood ancestors don't like silver, and you will definitely be special at that time." Itching, itching is unbearable, I want to move, but there is no place to move, I can only go up, and then there is a squeak, and their whole bodies will come out of the wound on their heads..."

Singer understood.

Thinking about that scene, he felt his scalp go numb.

Even blood races have extremely strong vitality, but the pain will not diminish.

"Elder Jane of the high-level council has divined. She knows that Locke wants to carry out a dangerous resurrection ceremony, so we must do something to stop him, or let us clear our responsibilities first, so as not to implicate the alliance."

This should be true.

"Elder Jane?"

"Yes."

"Then, please bring her here, I want to see her."

Xu Mo wanted to investigate Sir Locke's estate carefully, so he didn't have time to go elsewhere.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about Singer running away.

The other party dare not.

As the saying goes, if you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple.

Singer didn't dare to refuse at all, so he could only bite the bullet and agree, and after running out, his first thought was to run away, the farther the better.

But soon, Singer reacted.

"I can't run away, that person is too scary. If I run away and get caught again, the end will be even more miserable. As for making enemies with him, I'm afraid that the members of the high-level council will not be this person opponent, he is terrible."

Recalling that slap before.

Singer was absolutely terrified of being beaten.

He knew very well that the opponent didn't use all his strength. If he had used all his strength, his whole head, no, his entire upper body would have been smashed to pieces.

In this way, even if he is a blood race, he cannot heal himself.

There is no doubt that he will die.

Unless it is above the high-level council, the source of the legendary blood race, the real blood race, may have the terrifying power of rebirth from a drop of blood.

But this legendary blood ancestor has long since ceased to exist.

Maybe there was, but Singer hadn't seen it.

He only knew that the other party could easily kill him.

Even the Holy See can't do the same thing.

Even, the high-level council can confront the Holy See if it wants to, but it will definitely not be able to defeat that person.

"Elder Jian must be persuaded, but her status is higher than mine, what if she doesn't want to come?"

With extreme anxiety, Singer returned to the high-level council as quickly as possible.

It's just that when he found Elder Jian and told the situation, the latter pondered for a while, did a divination with Tarot cards, then looked at the cards in his hand, and got up.

"Come on, I'll go see him with you."

agreed?
Unexpected joy.

Singer knew that he could do business.

At this moment, where does he still have the arrogance and unruly members of the high-level council? Obviously, in the face of absolute power, there is no so-called nobleman at all.

They are even more servile.

At the same time, Xu Mo checked carefully at Sir Locke's house, not letting go of any details.

Then, he stood under a huge painting and looked at it for more than ten minutes.

not moving at all.

This painting is more than five meters long and more than two meters high, completely occupying a wall.

The paintings in other people's homes are either landscapes or landscapes, which are pleasant and flirtatious.

But this painting in Sir Locke's house is a bloody and terrifying scene of hell.

"By the way, Professor Komiya said that Sir Locke likes painting. He locked himself in his room for a month and copied a world-famous painting. Could it be this?"

To be honest, Xu Mo didn't understand the history of Western paintings and some details of evaluation.

Chu Rui actually didn't understand either, and Dan Kunzi didn't understand even more.

But here is the understanding.

Charlie understands.

The mystic understands.

The Crusaders knew that too.

Silver Wolf Victor doesn't understand, this guy belongs to the bum, rough guy, little educated and uneducated, obviously this kind of people, no matter in the East or the West, are the same.

"This painting is called "The Feast of Hell". It is a masterpiece of a very famous painter more than 300 years ago. It is said that after finishing this painting, the painter died, so as a last painting, this painting is of high value. .It’s just that it was later heard that it was destroyed in a fire, and after that, all the paintings that have been handed down are copies.”

"In other words, the real authentic works no longer exist?"

"That's right!"

"Then what do you think of this one?"

"Locke's painting ability is very strong, and I even thought for a while that he would become a great painter." As Sir Locke's father, Charlie is the one who knows his son best.

"Later, his interest turned to studying history and collecting all kinds of weird things."

"I've seen his collection, it's really good."

This is what Xu Mo said.

There is no special art showroom in Sir Locke's manor, because the whole manor is actually a big showroom.

Corridors, every room, every wall, there are various works of art.

Every decoration in the home may be a priceless collection.

For example, the armors placed in the corridor over there, the porcelain placed on the table, the paintings on the wall, and the wooden pillars standing in the corner.

are all good things.

Xu Mo can feel the precipitation of history from some items, and even some things have thoughts and resentment attached to them.

""The Feast of Hell" talks about the process of 'God' entertaining hell demons. Many things happened at the banquet, and everyone has ulterior motives. From their expressions and actions, we can see many interpretations, and even There are many intriguing contents in the details of the painting, the table and the dishes."

The representative of the mystic said at this time.

Obviously the other party knew this painting well.

Xu Mo interrupted the other party's narration at this time, pointing to the crimson-style painting and asking: "The people on it seem to be wearing masks."

Indeed, this is a detail that is hard to spot.

The people in the painting, whether it is the only god who remains holy, or the horrible and ugly demons around them, have very stiff expressions, and if you look closely, you can actually see that each of them has a human skin mask on their face thing.

"This is also the greatest detail of this painting. According to the interpretation of the painting, it is an allegory to a certain reality and represents the heart of a person. This is a great painting that reflects human nature. People all have Everyone who lives in a mask has a hidden, real self deep in their hearts. No one knows what this real self looks like, whether it is good or evil, whether it is God or a demon, except themselves. "

The interpretation of the representative of the mystic is quite profound.

Indeed, painting is also a form of literature and art, and in fact all literary and artistic works, whether they are novels, music, paintings or other things, are in the final analysis an alternative analysis and presentation of reality and human nature.

It was a thought, a view of things and an understanding of life and passion.

Some are direct, some are very shy, and are in bud.

Xu Mo took a closer look at this time.

Seeming to have found something, he reached out and touched somewhere on the painting.

Look at the finger, there is a little blood stained on it.

Not much, but clearly, relatively fresh blood.

"Is this painting done recently?" Xu Mo had an idea.

Obviously not.

Because the ink on other parts of the painting is very strong, and Charlie and the mystic have both seen it, and they can be sure that this is definitely not just painted.

Then, draw some locations, why there are bloodstains.

But the problem is that the main structure, lines and colors of the painting have not been rewritten and destroyed.

What it was before, what it is now.

This is very strange.

There is only one possibility, the part painted in red should have been repainted by someone.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Xu Mo didn't understand.

The same goes for everyone else.

Just thinking about it, Singer came back and brought a female blood.

This female blood race has maroon hair and is elegantly dressed in a black dress.

This should be the 'Elder Jane' that Singh said.

An elite vampire who is proficient in divination and a high-level council.

Xu Mo was about to say hello, but when the other party saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly knelt on the ground.

Kind of on your knees.

This time, let alone Xu Mo, everyone else was stunned.

Singer and Charlie are the most incredible.

Because they are blood clans, they are in the same circle, so they are very clear about the status of 'Elder Jane' in the high-level council. She is the kind of blood clan with absolutely noble and pure blood.

No one can make her kneel.

But at this moment, she knelt down.

There was no sign, not even a word, and the other party didn't even slap him, why did he kneel down?

Neither Charlie nor Singer could figure it out.

Both of them have been beaten by Xu Mo. To be honest, if they were asked to kneel, they would not dare not to kneel.

But why would Jane do this?
Obviously, she did it voluntarily, and she knew something inside.

Because of the understanding, Charlie and Singer were shocked at this time, and began to imagine.

Xu Mo squinted at the beautiful female blood race in front of her.

He didn't feel that the other party was acting, or that he had other plans.

From the downcast eyes of the other party, one can see absolute respect.

"Can I talk to you alone?" Elder Jian said at this time.

Xu Mo naturally wanted it.

He did have something to chat with the other party.

So, everyone else retreated sensibly.

Including the translation of Chu Rui.

Because what Elder Jian said just now was extremely standard Chinese.

"Speak." Xu Mo said at this time.

Now, only the two of them are left.

Elder Jian took out a card at this time.

There is a special magic power attached to the card, it is very strange, it should be a magic weapon.

The other party handed over the card, Xu Mo took it and looked at it.

It's a tarot card.

On the back is a complex hexagram pattern, and on the front is a pattern, which depicts a big tree connecting different worlds, and a paragraph of text below.

"What is it written in?" Xu Mo didn't know this kind of writing, and it was certain that it was not a foreign language, but a language he had never seen before.

"You can't see the past, you can't see the future, when it comes, you are equivalent to standing at the crossroads of fate!"

Elder Jian read it out.

This sentence is very weird. If it belongs to the level of a magic stick, it is ambiguous. If you read it, it is the same as if you didn't read it. You don't know the real meaning.

Need to guess.

If you guess, there are more possibilities, just like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and anyone can interpret it for a while, and they are convinced of it.

Xu Mo naturally had his understanding.

For him, 'can't see the past, can't see the future', which itself means 'non-existence', it is nothingness, and there are many interpretations. This thing can be a thing, a dead thing, or a person.

But if it is embodied as a person, the only person who fits this description, Xu Mo thinks, is himself.

It's not because he's blindly confident, but because Xu Mo actually doesn't know about his past, not even himself, and even more so by others.

And there is a future.

Because of the existence of a death cycle, strictly speaking, Xu Mo's future is changeable, and can be changed at will.

Fate is out of his control.

For example, fate decided to let him die, but Xu Mo could change his fate through death.

So in the eyes of fortune tellers, he is someone who cannot see the future clearly.

Obviously, Jane was divining herself and came to such a result.

Standing at the crossroads of fate, this can be equivalent to facing a choice.

"Understood, so you chose to surrender?" Xu Mo understood Elder Jian's meaning at once. Although he was sorry, once he understood it, he would find it very simple.

(End of this chapter)