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Chapter 117 The Mysterious Picture Scroll
"I am back!"

Within 10 minutes, Pang Shanwen trotted all the way back to Lin Hong's side, dripping with sweat.

Lin Hong turned to look at her: "Have you settled down with our grandpa?"

If it weren't for Lin Hong being Pang Sansheng's grandson, these words would sound ambiguous.

"Well, grandpa told you to stay for a day, and the affairs on the Tianshan Mountain will be settled immediately."

Pang Shanwen blushed slightly, and nodded his head. The pair of glasses he was wearing had been replaced with delicate and slender black-rimmed glasses, which looked weird.

Lin Hong let out a breath: "Okay, besides... can you tell me about the current situation of the Pang family?"

He knew nothing about the current situation of the Pang family.

"very bad……"

Seeing Lin Hong asking this question, Pang Shanwen couldn't help sighing, his eyes were slightly red.

This is her home, and now the home is about to disappear, but there is nothing she can do to help her, which makes her feel powerless while blaming herself.

Lin Hong knew that she was blaming herself, so he raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm still here."

Not to mention whether or not to seek help from the Yanyun family, he alone has tens of trillions of black cards in his hand, which is probably enough for a temporary need.

"Ah."

Pang Shanwen nodded, but smiled wryly.

Although Lin Hong was indeed reliable, what did he do in the face of such a major event that required trillions of dollars?
"Let me take you to identify the room. I just asked for the key from my grandfather." Pang Shanwen wiped the corners of his eyes that were about to shed tears, and took out a key from his pocket. This key had a gold thread and silver edge, and the little finger was long.

Lin Hong responded, and then the two walked in Pang's castle, all the way up to the second floor of the top floor.

"This is it, the most luxurious guest room in the Pang family."

When he came to a door, Pang Shanwen took out the key and looked at Lin Hong beside him.

And behind the two of them, two maids followed, holding the change of clothes prepared for Lin Hong. It was because Lin Hong's clothes were torn and he couldn't continue to wear them.

Lin Hong smiled lightly, and took the clothes from the maid: "I'm going to take a bath, see you later."

"Well, see you later."

Pang Shanwen nodded, then opened the door with the key and walked in.

Lin Hong was stunned, and followed her into the room: "Didn't you agree to see you later, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, I'll wait for you to finish washing."

Pang Shanwen blinked stupidly, obviously misunderstood Lin Hong's meaning.

The meeting in Lin Hong's mouth was after a break, while the meeting in Pang Shanwen's mouth was after taking a bath.

"Forget it...it's up to you." Lin Hong had no choice but to walk into the bathroom with Snow Fox in his arms.

And Pang Shanwen began to observe curiously in the room, looking east and west, until he walked to the bedroom, but he still didn't find anything special.

Pang Shanwen tapped his head with his fingers, feeling a little headache: "Grandpa asked me to search carefully... but there is nothing."

In fact, it was Grandpa's arrangement that she searched around the house.

Looking carefully at the bedroom, apart from all kinds of furniture, there is also a luxurious double bed, and on the wall above the bed, there is a majestic landscape painting, just looking at it, it will make people's hearts tremble, probably which one is it? The masterpiece of famous masters.

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly, there was a faint sound similar to knocking on the door.

"Who?

Frightened, Pang Shanwen looked around and found that the voice seemed to be coming from the painting. This discovery made her heart tremble.

"call----"

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, moving the picture scroll, and the landscape painting was blown off the wall, floating in the room, and finally landed in front of Pang Shanwen impartially.

Pang Shanwen put his hands on his chest, and was stunned in shock: "Where is the wind coming from?"

The windows in this room were all closed, and the painting was blown in front of her. This was such a coincidence that she couldn't help being afraid.

Seeing nothing changed, she turned around and wanted to leave, but bumped her face into someone's body.

"what!!!!"

Pang Shanwen thought that some kind of ghost appeared, so he shouted.

"My eldest lady, what are you calling..." Lin Hong looked helplessly at Pang Shanwen in front of him. This girl is so good-looking, why does she seem to have seen a ghost?

"draw!!"

Seeing that it was Lin Hong, Pang Shanwen quickly hid behind him, speaking in fear.

Lin Hong was puzzled, and found that there was indeed a painting on the floor of the house, so he walked over and picked it up: "What's wrong with this painting, could it be a ghost?"

As he spoke, he opened the scroll, which still contained the majestic landscape painting.

"It's a nice picture, don't you think?"

Lin Hong admired it. Although he didn't know how to paint, he was also attracted by this painting.

"Yes... yes." Pang Shanwen swallowed a mouthful of spit, and was relieved when he found that there was nothing unusual.

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly, the door-knocking sound came from the picture scroll again, and Pang Shanwen trembled in fright, and quickly threw himself into Lin Hong's arms, embracing him.

Lin Hong put down the snow fox in his arms, and touched Pang Shanwen's head strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"Sound, there is sound in this painting."

Pang Shanwen closed his eyes tightly, not daring to leave Lin Hong in the slightest.

"What's the sound..." Lin Hong frowned, looked up and down the scroll, and found nothing wrong. After thinking for a while, he looked at Snow Fox.

"East Emperor Bell!"

Lin Hong summoned the Donghuang Bell and pressed it directly on the painting. Then, something miraculous happened. The painting turned from a landscape painting to a person.

This man was dressed in an ancient costume, holding a drum hammer, and kept beating the drum.

"It's amazing, Shanwen, is that sound you're talking about drumming?" Lin Hong couldn't help but said, looking at Pang Shanwen in his arms.

"……Seems to be."

Pang Shanwen nodded after thinking for a while. Although the sound was like knocking on the door, it was also like drumming.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

"Bang bang—"

"..."

Suddenly, the people in the picture scroll started beating the drums, and even Lin Hong could hear them clearly.

However, the sound of the drum continued intermittently, and it didn't stop until it was beaten seven times.

“4、2、2、6、8、4、3”

Lin Hong muttered, and then, the scroll in his hand suddenly changed, becoming another person.

This person was also wearing ancient clothes, and he in the painting suddenly looked at Lin Hong: "Password!"

"4226843?"

Lin Hong tried to answer, and the person in the picture scroll nodded slowly after hearing this.

And then, the whole picture scroll changed again, the content was an ancient token, and next to the picture scroll, there were four big characters of blood from the direct line.

"Dirty line? Are you talking about good literature?"

Taking advantage of Pang Shanwen's eyes tightly closed, Lin Hong took out a needle from the fairy pouch, gently picked it on her finger, and after drawing blood, it landed on the scroll token.

Pang Shanwen withdrew his finger and raised his head aggrieved: "It hurts so much!!"

She is terrified now, because these things that happened at this time really overturned her cognition.

(End of this chapter)