His figure suddenly stopped and looked around.

There is no one.

In the current situation in Philadelphia, no one has the time to visit here.

He walked in silently and observed carefully.

In the picture, Richardman put his hands on the desk. His face was exactly the same as Xu Fu's memory, but he was much older.

He looked quite elegant, wearing a black-framed glasses, and his head of white hair gracefully tied a ponytail at the back. He was already bald and was wearing a straight suit. In the picture, he was sitting in front of a solid wood table, with books on it, and dense bookcases behind him.

The whole picture was not abnormal, but... when his eyes looked at Richardman's right hand, his soul almost trembled.

His right hand was placed in a wooden box, on a dark red note. His five fingers spread out and placed them casually. I'm afraid he didn't expect that the painting would appear in public at that time.

Therefore, his hands were not enough to cover the notes. Some corners were leaked, and on these corners... they actually had Chinese characters written!

A fire-like excitement penetrated from Edward's soul. The heart began to accelerate, sweat was secreted from the palm of the hand, and the Adam's apple moved gently - this painting was very delicate, including the Chinese characters on it.

One word is cloud, one word is guest.

If he was not mistaken, this is Xu Fu's notes! Because Xu Fu's Taoist name is Yun Zhongke! But the Chinese character was blocked for half.

The sudden meeting was so sudden that Edward's mind was blank for a moment, and his fingers trembled slightly. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Then, countless questions rushed into his mind.

Notes... Richardman, the damn person, actually took out the notes!

He probably hasn't opened it yet, after all... If it were opened, the underworld energy would have been released long ago. No one can know what kind of amazing secret is hidden in this small note.

Then why did he take it out?

"According to the rules of storage, no one can touch it." He stared at the painting and murmured: "But, this is an item left by a Yan Luo-level Yin Mi. Over time, he has drawn countless yin energy from Xu Fu. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a dark weapon. What's more important is the person who stores it... So, is he showing off?"

"Show off the foundation of the First American Bank? Even a single Yama wants to choose our bank?"

Shaking his head, he stopped working on it. Instead, he stared at the notes and started to look at them.

He wanted to know if there was a possibility of opening this note.

After watching for a full minute, he let out a gentle sigh.

impossible.

Perhaps the notes are already psychic, after all, they are the most important item of the higher-level Yan Luo. So... it is extremely clear in the oil painting. If you look closely, there are countless complex dark patterns on its cover, which are clearly visible.

This is not an ordinary dark pattern.

Even though Edward only looked at it for a minute, he felt dizzy.

This... is actually an extremely complex formation!

Although he could not recognize it, he read the Yin Fu section of "seal", "permit", "destruction" and "forbidden".

"This is not drawn by a painter, and no painter can draw so clearly. This is a projection... Because of the yin and yang connection in the dark, this note unconsciously projected its own projection on this painting. And this... is probably the only painting that records clues to the diary."

He looked behind Richardman, where there was an open door. On the door, there was an English paragraph of "The First American Bank Director".

He licked his lips gently, suppressed his rapid breathing, and thought quickly: "The good news is that this note was probably still in the storage room hidden by the First American Bank. The bad news is..."

He sighed lightly and murmured: "This note is actually psychic. The Freemasons will definitely find its extraordinaryness. Then... what will they do?"

Yes, Matthew's father participated in the work of hiding the First American Bank's storage room. The storage room was in the underground palace and was not moved. There must be huge secrets hidden there and cannot be moved.

but.

Is this note still there?

This is not a big item, you can take it away with just a stolen one's arms. Especially... this note has shown extraordinaryness.

It took him a long time to withdraw his gaze.

Just look at it or not.

If there are no clues to the underground church here, then... even if Matthew is a hornet's nest, he must poke it himself.

Just as his eyes were withdrawn, the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped and he looked into the picture in shock.

Just now, he was attracted by Richardman's right hand, and suddenly realized that his left hand was still holding something!

That's the upper part of the wooden box.

A very ordinary wooden box has no hollow carving technique. However, a line of words was carved with a knife on the yellow solid wood box.

matthewconn.

Matthew Conn

At this moment, thunder flashed through Edward's mind. He even raised his hand involuntarily and rubbed his eyebrows that were wrinkled into the character "Chuan".

Matthew Conn…Matthew Conn?!

Richardman couldn't be alive! Xu Fu once said that he just gave the other party the qualification to live for two hundred years and complete this term. But... even if he died, Matthew's father... no, Matthew's grandfather was not born yet!

How could these two people who have been separated by more than a hundred years ago be involved?

In the dark, he seemed to have touched a giant beast. He touched the other party's mouth, wings, and claws, but he couldn't touch the torso and could not recognize what kind of monster this was.

A main line is missing... This makes all the information now fragmented and cannot be spliced... He grinded his teeth secretly, which is not the most irritating thing. What worries him the most is...

Richardman put Xu Fu's notes in this box, and then... intends to leave them to Matthew?

This note...is now in Matthew's hands?

Next to the queen bee in the hornet's nest?

"It's such a fucking damn answer." He cursed inwardly, never wanting to stop anymore, and walked directly outside the door.

Just as he left, he suddenly realized that the corridor ahead was extremely long!

The main hall behind is invisible, as if it leads to an endless hell!

"Do you know?" A voice sounded next to it: "It is impossible for ordinary people to stare at this painting for so long."

"It is called the portrait of Richardman, who was finally promoted to treasury. But his portrait is known as a magical portrait. Under the baron, the soul will be boiling at a glance. And you actually looked at it for twenty and thirteen seconds."

The oil painting hangs around the corner, next to it is another hall. At this moment, a figure in a suit walked out leisurely from the rear.

This is a white man.

She was thin, with two beards, her millet-colored hair was spotlessly combed, and she was wearing a high-end hand-ordered suit. She exuded a sense of nobility.

However... in Edward's eyes, the other party was a mess of distorted yin energy! There was no end to see!

Duke... This is the duke who stayed in the Masonic Church! When did he come here? Or had he noticed himself long ago?

Behind him, two priests followed.

The other party was not wearing a black priest robe, but a snow-white robe with gold edges. Even the cross hanging on his chest was inlaid with platinum and diamonds.

Bishop...two bishops!

The identity of the two diocese bishops was absolutely extraordinary. Especially... this is one of the Masonic lairs. Edward had an extremely unknown premonition in his heart and said in a deep voice: "What is your pride?"

"Brando DuPont." He bowed gracefully and stretched out his hand to press it gently: "Ah... don't be afraid. I'm just curious. Edward Rawls."

What a fast speed... Is this the first twenty minutes after I paid attention to this painting, I found out my identity?

Then... he should also know why he came here? After all... the Los Angeles Police Department is likely to have an insider.

Are you here to "recommend" yourself?

Or...a straightforward threat?

Edward was unmoved and looked straight into the other person's eyes: "It seems that I have never seen you."

"But I feel your vigilance." Brando smiled and said, "According to the record, your past is mediocre. You do not have the talent for cultivation. Then... you can tell me..."

In the flash of lightning, he instantly approached Edward, right behind him. He had pressed his shoulders with his hands, and said softly in his ears: "How did you do it?"

"Um?"

The two bishops were involuntarily separated from each other and formed a triangle to surround Edward in the center. The true energy of the judge-level body was boiling. Edward had no doubt that as long as one was wrong, the other party would definitely take action!

The muscles tensed instantly, and then relaxed immediately. This was obviously felt by Brando. He let out a chuckle and played Edward's shoulders like his fingers playing the piano, which seemed extremely ambiguous.

His voice was full of delusion: "You are reading the 'Book of Forbidden'."

His voice is affirmative: "I might know more about this book than you. It comes from a distant and mysterious and powerful country. No one can open it. The runes used are also very advanced. If you tell me what you know, I promise you a request as the leader of the DuPont consortium."

Even though Edward had long guessed that Brando had a very high status, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the seven words of the leader of the DuPont Consortium.

This is...a Lord!

One of the twelve masters of the Masonic Church, the leader of the DuPont Consortium! A non-human master!

Damn Li Zhenshu! Didn’t you say that all the Lords left the United States?! What xjb intelligence!

The Masonic Lord was still staying in the Masonic church... He didn't want to guess what species the other party was, he thought quickly in his mind, and then said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

There was no sound behind me.

After a long time, Brando said quietly: "I heard you are pursuing Matthew Conn's family's affairs?"

Without waiting for the answer, his voice became cold: "Listen to a word of advice, some things should be stopped in time."

"I don't know whose person is behind you. Please express my kindness to him on my behalf. At this time, the Freemasons have no intention of competing with any powerful forces. But...if anyone step into our forbidden land, then... he will face war."

Edward said calmly: "Is this a threat?"
Chapter completed!