A world in a painting?
"People who have seen that painting will only disappear and nothing else will happen, like Ning Xiaowan?" Yan Luo thought of something and asked hurriedly.
"Never heard of it." Bai Xuanling shook his head.
Yan Luo frowned, feeling that things were becoming more and more confusing.
Is it related to that painting that Ning Xiaowan became like that?
But it's not logically coherent.
Logically speaking, that painting should have nothing to do with Ning Xiaowan's experience, but Ning Shanhe mentioned such a painting, which means that there cannot be no connection between the two.
But what kind of connection there is, Yan Luo couldn't think of it for a while.
"Why are you asking this? Is Ning Xiaowan's appearance like this related to that painting?" Bai Xuanling looked at Yan Luo in confusion.
"Whether it is related or not, we can only ask the person involved to tell us." Yan Luo sneered, looking at Ning Shanhe who just walked out holding the box and pushing the door open.
Ning Shanhe was stunned for a moment when he saw the two people leaving and returning, but soon realized that the matter was probably exposed, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Why are you still here? Didn't I let you go?" Ning Shanhe said angrily.
"Boss Ning, have you heard of Eternal Dreamland?" Yan Luo asked with a smile.
Ning Shanhe's expression was horrified instantly, and the alarm bells in his heart kept ringing.
Why does he know the eternal dream?
Did he hear what he just said?
"I...I don't know what you are talking about, what eternal dream?" Ning Shanhe was not a fool, so he knew that he could not admit it at this time no matter what.
Yan Luo chuckled: "Boss Ning, no matter what you are doing now, I can tell you responsibly that it is absolutely wrong. Stop being stubborn!"
"Hand over that painting before things get irreversible!"
"I said, I don't know what you are talking about. Now that the matter is over, I have already given the money that should be paid. You can get out!" Ning Shanhe issued an eviction order without any politeness.
Upon hearing this, Yan Luo's eyes narrowed into slits.
There is no doubt that the other party is planning to go all the way to the dark side.
But this is not a simple personal behavior. The consequences of his actions are unimaginable, so Yan Luo cannot sit idly by.
"Originally I planned to persuade you, but it's a pity. You really should have listened." Yan Luo suddenly reached out and grabbed Ning Shanhe's chin.
"Li...what do you want to do?" Ning Shanhe looked at Yan Luo in horror and said something unclearly.
"Tell me where the painting is, if you don't want it!" Yan Luo's eyes were filled with cold lightning, and his voice was as cold as if it could freeze someone to death: "No matter what your idea is, you still have to have the life to carry it out, right? What do you think? Woolen cloth?"
Ning Shanhe subconsciously reached out to touch his waist, but before he started to move, Yan Luo's voice sounded in his ears again.
Yan Luo looked at his hand with cold eyes: "I advise you not to do this, because you will definitely not be able to afford the consequences."
Ning Shanhe's expression changed slightly, and a wisp of sweat flowed from his forehead.
Uh-huh!
But he still had the chance to give it a try, suddenly reached for the gun on his waist, and then pointed it at Yan Luo.
puff!
But before he could pull the trigger, his wrist was cut off by the sword-wielding ghost.
Yan Luo watched Ning Shanhe's hand fly in front of his eyes like a parabola, and saw him crying in pain, but there was no wave on his face.
"Mr. Ning, that painting is really dangerous. You'd better hand it over quickly. We must find a way to erase it before it creates more unexpected horrific disasters!" Bai Xuanling came up to persuade anxiously. Ningshan River.
However, how can a person who even sacrificed his daughter alive have any conscience?
He had long been blinded by some unknown desire. No one knew what he was longing for, and no one knew what he wanted to do with that painting.
There is only one thing that is certain, and that is: Ning Shanhe will never hand over the painting even if he dies!
"Idiot! Idiot! Do you two know what I am doing? I am repairing the messed up clock and getting everything back on track!" Ning Shanhe roared with a ferocious face and an extremely angry voice.
Bai Xuanling was completely stunned.
What does this mean?
Could it be that he was doing the right thing and they just misunderstood his intentions?
But only Yan Luo sneered: "There is no so-called right thing. It requires sacrificing one's own daughter or turning an innocent girl into an ugly and hateful monster. I said, you are doing the wrong thing. , and this matter is very dangerous, tell me where the painting is?"
The hand holding my throat couldn't help but get a little worse!
Ning Shanhe suddenly felt pain and struggled violently, but Yan Luo's hands were like iron pliers and he couldn't break free.
boom!
At this moment, the gunshot rang out!
Yan Luo turned his head slightly, and the bullet grazed the tip of his nose, and then plunged into the wall beside him.
Yan Luo frowned and looked at Zhou Chaoxian with a gloomy expression not far away.
Zhou Chaoxian held a pistol in his hand, coughing and yelling at Yan Luo: "Yan, what the hell are you doing?"
Hearing this, Yan Luo thought for a while and said with a smile: "Save the world?"
"???"
Zhou Chao was stunned for a long time, unable to realize what he meant.
Then he yelled angrily: "I order you to let go of Mr. Ning immediately. Mr. Ning, don't be afraid. He can't hurt you as long as I'm here!"
A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Ning Shanhe's mouth: "The gunfire just now has alerted my bodyguards. They will be here soon. If you don't want any accidents, I advise you to get out now."
"Of course, since you are so rude and stupid, the reward promised to you has also been cancelled, which means you will get nothing, idiot!"
boom!
Yan Luo kneed Ning Shanhe hard in the abdomen.
The latter's face was immediately filled with pain and he vomited out bile.
Yan Luo grabbed his collar and brought him to him as a shield: "Old guy, are you not smart? I can even deal with your daughter, so why are you afraid of a few ordinary people?"
Ning Shanhe was furious. He had never suffered such humiliation before. He was about to curse, but Yan Luo's next move drove him crazy.
Yan Luo picked up the gun on his waist, pulled the safety, and pointed at the box in his hand with a smile: "Give me the painting, or I will destroy it first!"
