Chapter 878: Entering the Painting
Zhou Huai lowered his head and looked down at her.
"As for why he did this, whether he was instructed by someone or coveted the power of the painting."
"The only answer to this question is to find your Uncle Bonnie."
Eliza bit her lip until blood seeped out. Regret faded, replaced by hatred. She memorized the name Bonnie. Zhou Huai ignored her, pointing to the villa with its open gate at the back.
"Before that, would you like to go and take a look inside the villa?"
Zhou Huai offered a reminder.
"Perhaps some of your family members are still alive."
Upon hearing Zhou Huai's reminder, Eliza shuddered, as if she had grasped a lifeline in endless darkness.
“Mother...Grandmother...”
Eliza wiped away her tears, scrambled to her feet, and rushed into the villa.
The atmosphere in the villa's lobby was extremely oppressive at this moment.
Dozens of elderly, weak, women and children from the Yalige family were being held down on the ground by several burly men from the Blood Wolf Gang who were left behind.
A loud bang!
The villa's heavy solid wood door was violently slammed open, and Eliza stumbled in.
"Eliza?!"
"It's Miss Eliza! She's not dead!"
The family members kneeling on the ground gasped in surprise.
The Blood Wolf Gang burly men who stayed behind were taken aback at first, then grinned maliciously: "Well, Captain Buck couldn't catch you, but you've delivered yourself to our doorstep! Brothers, take her down!"
Several burly men brandishing weapons rushed forward.
However, before they could get close to Eliza, a blinding golden lightning bolt suddenly flashed outside the villa.
"Whoosh—!"
A sharp and unparalleled sword aura tore through the air, instantly piercing the chests of these Blood Wolf Gang burly men.
Before they could even scream, these burly men, all over level 50, fell to the ground in pools of blood, turning into charred corpses.
A deathly silence fell over the hall.
The members of the Yalige family stared in disbelief at the corpse on the ground, their minds blank.
Eliza ignored the corpses on the ground. She immediately spotted an elderly woman with a full head of silver hair in the crowd, and a pale-faced middle-aged woman next to her.
"Grandmother! Mother!"
Eliza cried out and rushed over, hugging the two of them tightly.
"Eliza! My child, you're alive, that's wonderful!" The middle-aged woman sobbed uncontrollably, holding her daughter tightly.
The old woman was also in tears, her hands trembling as she stroked Eliza's hair.
The survivors of the Yalig family rushed over, embracing each other and weeping loudly. The hall was filled with a mixture of sorrow and joy in their cries.
The old woman calmed herself down slightly, then looked towards the door with suspicion and uncertainty: "Eliza, what...what's happening outside? Where are Dunt and those Blood Wolf gang thugs?"
Eliza wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with deep awe, and said softly, "They're all dead. The Blood Wolf Gang's elite outside were all wiped out in an instant by a single lord."
Upon hearing this, gasps of astonishment filled the entire hall.
Everyone's pupils dilated violently, their faces filled with shock.
Meanwhile, on the lawn of the manor.
Zhou Huai ignored the commotion inside the villa.
Zhou Huai, however, focused his attention on the painting in his hands.
He slowly unfurled the scroll, closed his eyes, and mobilized his immense spiritual power, attempting to penetrate the scroll.
"Buzz—"
The moment his mental energy touched the image, an extremely vast and boundless aura was transmitted through the mental connection.
Zhou Huai carefully sensed something and indeed detected a similar aura to his mother.
That visceral connection, that palpitation, is absolutely unmistakable. The clue to my mother lies in this painting!
However, when Zhou Huai tried to explore further and uncover the secrets behind the painting, he encountered a huge obstacle.
His spiritual energy was like a clay ox sinking into the sea; no matter how much he inputted, the scroll absorbed it all without giving him any response.
He even tried to use Victor's spatial laws to forcibly tear open the spatial barriers inside the painting, only to find that the underlying logic of the painting did not belong to the real world at all, and the spatial laws were completely ineffective against it.
But how do we explore the mysteries within this painting?
Zhou Huai, however, had no clue what to do.
The answer is right before my eyes, yet it seems separated by an insurmountable dimensional chasm. Forcing it won't work; this painting carries the origin laws of a higher dimension, and forcibly destroying it might sever the only connection with my mother.
At this moment, Rahil inside the body suddenly spoke.
"Owner."
"Could I take a look at this painting?"
Zhou Huai did not hesitate, and a thought crossed his mind.
Zhou Huai pulled Rahil out of his body.
A dazzling green light bloomed before Zhou Huai. Immediately afterwards, an elf man with waist-length silver hair and an almost otherworldly handsome appearance appeared out of thin air. He wore a long robe woven from emerald green leaves and strange vines, and his body exuded a breathtaking and boundless vitality.
Zhou Huai looked at this unique clone, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.
For some reason, Rahil, although also one of his own clones, was completely under his control.
But he can always sense things that he can't sense on his own. Just like when he was first summoned, he could hear "the world's cry for help."
Rahil bowed respectfully to Zhou Huai, then extended his long, slender, fair hands and accepted the painting "Sacred Relics".
Rahil stared at the painting for a long time.
It was as if I had fallen into some kind of deep meditation.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes, and his body began to shimmer with green light!
The light wasn't dazzling, yet it carried an irresistible life force, instantly illuminating the entire manor. The withered weeds around it, under this green light, visibly revived.
The ancient tree that followed also echoed this.
A layer of green ripples spread across the surface of the painting, and the ancient tree in the painting, which had been slowly breathing, seemed to come alive instantly, with the mysterious patterns on its trunk bursting out with brilliant light.
Seconds later, Hillar's body was enveloped in green light and instantly merged into the painting.
The scroll lost its support and floated lightly towards the ground.
Zhou Huai picked up the painting from the ground and looked at it.
Rahil's figure was indeed found in the painting.