Chapter 477 (2/2)

“It’s unlikely that humans will summon the Vengeful Spirit. Such things cannot be summoned,” Nangong Wuyue also agreed and nodded, “So Igor’s argument is obviously untenable. Chances are that the descendants of Andrei family altered the fact in order to flatter their ancestors. I think the Vengeful Spirit is probably related to the treasures they stole from the succubus. That’s how they brought trouble to themselves.”

Hao Ren was touching his chin while pondering, and then suddenly he noticed that Vivian was in a daze. “What are you thinking?” He asked curiously.

“I feel that…” said Vivian while looking around the dilapidated hall, frowning, “I feel like I forgot…”

Before she finished her words, Lily suddenly shouted, “Eh! You see, I found something here!”

Hao Ren hurriedly ran to Lily. Lily pointed to the wall and said, “Look, there are portraits here, too.”

There were some oval frames hanging on the wall. Behind the frames were the images of Andrei’s ancestors they had seen on the upper floor of the castle. And perhaps it was the particularity of the dimension of the Vengeful Spirit, the portraits in these frames appeared to be very clear. But there were only a few frames that could be found here. The underground palace had been closed 200 years ago. No one had ever sent a new family portrait to this hall when the last member of Andrei family, who could fight with Vengeful Spirit, had gone mad and died, until the hall was engulfed and assimilated into a distorted dimension. This place also retained the conditions when the last Andrei family member left the house 200 years ago.

200 years ago …

Hao Ren suddenly thought of something. He turned his head to the end of the hall at once. According to the structure he saw elsewhere in the castle, there should be the most special portrait hanging there!

But there was nothing there. There was only an empty wall where the image of the succubus was supposed to be hung there.

At this moment, Lily had also guessed what Hao Ren was thinking about. She ran to examine the wall carefully, and suddenly she found that there were still traces of uneven colors on the wall. Apparently, something was hung there before.

Becky was a mercenary who had the experience of exploring all kinds of ruins. Her understanding and intuition were surprisingly strong. Without waiting for Hao Ren, she already knew what to look for. So she ran to the wall and rummaged around the Spiritsand that were stacked on the ground, and soon she noticed something under the black gravels.

“Found it! Here it is!”

Becky shouted happily as she pulled out the thing from under the black gravels carefully. It was a huge portrait, framed in a sturdy wooden frame, and the surface was even covered with an expensive layer of quartz to protect the painting.

Hao Ren recalled what Igor had said: In his great-grandfather’s generation, a family member dreamed of the phantom of the succubus and fell from the castle, so all the portraits of the succubus in the castle were covered with veils. From that day on, no one knew the how the succubus looked like.

But there was still an original version of the portrait of the succubus kept in the castle: in the depths of the castle, a different dimension that had been sealed for 200 of years by the Vengeful Spirit.

Lily and Becky carefully swept the dust and gravel off the portrait. A good-looking girl appeared on the portrait.

Vivian.

“Oh, I remember it!” The voice of the vampire lady came from behind. “I used to live here!”