C15 Mysterious Ancient Painting

The yellow-hair once again stretched out his hand. Zhang Qing'er had nowhere to run, and her back was already blocked by the other hoodlums.

He stubbornly resisted the tears with a face full of tears, but still did not open his mouth to ask for help.

Just as the yellow-hair's hand was about to touch Zhang Qing'er's face, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed onto yellow-hair's hand.

"I'll give you three seconds, bastards!" Lee Hao said coldly.

"Haha!" Am I hearing things? He wants us bastards? "

"Brat, haven't you seen too many movies about heroes saving beauties? Don't you know that it is dangerous for you to be brave to meet someone on your behalf?"

"You're overestimating yourself. Do you really think you can beat us alone?"

"Maybe he's here for a beating, haha ~"

Lee Hao looked around coldly, a slap caused the hoodlum beside him to stagger back, and then he kicked the hoodlum who was laughing the most.

"You're courting death!"

The remaining people were furious. One of them actually dared to attack them. They immediately clenched their fists and greeted Lee Hao.

"Humph!"

Lee Hao sneered and pulled Zhang Qing'er behind him with one hand. Then he held the fists of the two hoodlums and used his strength to make them fall to the ground. Before the other fist could hit them, it was already sent flying a few meters away with a kick.

"Ouch, it hurts, spare me!"

"We don't dare to do it again. Please spare us!"

"Scram!" "Don't let me see you again!" With a push from Lee Hao, the two hoodlums cried out as they fell to the ground, holding hands.

Yellow-hair, who was a few meters away, looked at Lee Hao in fear. He had muddled along for so long and had met quite a few ruthless people, but he had never seen anyone this strong.

Lee Hao looked at the hoodlums, who were running away in panic, and shook his head slightly.

He just couldn't understand. They were all young men and they didn't lack arms or legs, so why couldn't they just find a good job and hang around here all day?

Zhang Qing'er's face was hot. She felt a little numb where Lee Hao had hugged her waist.

Looking at his resolute profile, his heartbeat suddenly sped up. He could even hear the sound of "Putong Putong" beside his ears.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Is your face so red that you have a fever? " Lee Hao turned around and saw Zhang Qing'er's abnormality. He frowned and reached out his hand to touch her forehead.

Zhang Qing'er anxiously slapped Lee Hao's hand away, "You're the one with a fever, I don't have one!"

As he said that, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Lee Hao's eyes. Suddenly, he felt a little guilty.

"It's good that you don't have one. Let's go."

This time, Zhang Qing'er didn't walk in front quickly. Instead, she walked shoulder to shoulder with Lee Hao slowly and with a limp.

"Hey, let me ask you a question." Lee Hao couldn't help but say as he looked at her.

"What?"

"Have you checked your physique?"

Noticing Zhang Qing'er's puzzled look, Lee Hao continued, "I just want to check to see if there is any physique similar to that of a hoodlum."

Zhang Qing'er glared at him snappily. "You're the one who has that kind of physique. That's because I'm a natural born beauty and have an unparalleled beauty."

She was right about that.

After all, Zhang Qing'er had an exquisite baby-face, and it was even a loli voice. Furthermore, she had a broad chest with protruding front and rear ends.

It would be strange if a beautiful woman with such a delicate and soft body like hers, who was easy to push down, was not a hoodlum.

Lee Hao looked carefully from bottom to top, finally landing on the surging waves, as he nodded thoughtfully.

It was indeed a disaster!

"Stupid pervert, where are you looking?" Zhang Qing'er glared at him furiously.

Being stared at like that, he couldn't help but think of the scene after he fell and suddenly felt a little numb.

Moreover, although she was also angry, her body did not seem to be particularly resistant to it. Instead, she slightly straightened her upper body.

If someone had looked at her like that in the past, they would have covered her up and slapped her.

"Cough …" "Isn't that good?" Lee Hao looked away awkwardly.

It was not because he was being scolded, but because he was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would sink into the raging waves and be unable to extricate himself.

This was probably more than just D …

"Humph!"

Zhang Qing'erao's charming voice hummed as a trace of pride flashed in her eyes. She was elated.

After sending Zhang Qing'er home, Lee Hao saw that it was getting late and wanted to go back to his dorm. He could only go back next time, because if he didn't go home now, his mother would probably be worried.

By the time he got home, Zhang Lan had already prepared dinner. Lee Hao sighed as he saw his haggard mother thinking about his father.

"Why did you come back so late? Dinner is already prepared. Go wash your hands quickly." Zhang Lan said gently.

Lee Hao nodded with a smile. His mother was already tired enough, so there were some things he shouldn't tell her.

After dinner, Lee Hao obediently went to wash the dishes. Zhang Lan couldn't break free, so she could only let him do as he pleased.

Looking at Lee Hao's busy back, Zhang Lan felt gratified.

Since his son had already grown up, it was time to tell him some things …

"Hao'er, come here. Mom has something to discuss with you."

Lee Hao had just finished washing the dishes when he saw his mother sitting on the sofa, waving at him with a long brocade box.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Lee Hao sat over and asked.

"You've grown up and it's time to tell you something. About your father." Zhang Lan touched Lee Hao's head and said.

"About Daddy? "What is it?" Lee Hao was confused.

Was there some secret about my father that my mother had never told me about?

Zhang Lan sighed as she opened the long box and took out its contents.

"This is an ancient painting. According to your father, it has a history of over 700 years. When your father treasured the painting, he said it contained a great deal of secrets. I asked him if he would say anything, but all he did was stare at it oddly all day. When your dad met with trouble, he gave me this painting and told me a thousand times not to let anyone know of its existence. "

"Why would Daddy do that?"

Lee Hao was extremely confused. What secret could an ancient painting hide?

Could it be a treasure map?

"I don't know either, but after your dad went to prison, many people asked about this painting. It's very likely that your dad's imprisonment is related to this painting!" Zhang Lan shook her head.

She didn't know many things, but her husband had solemnly explained it to her, which was why she hid the ancient painting so well.

It was only later, when someone asked insinuatingly about the painting, that she realized how serious it was.

"Now that mother has given you this painting, I hope you can keep it well and not let it fall into someone else's hands." Zhang Lan instructed solemnly.

"Hm!" "Mom, don't worry. I will definitely take good care of this painting!" Lee Hao nodded seriously.

He really did not expect that his father's matter would be so secretive, much less that a painting would bring about such a calamity.

In any case, the painting was very important. If he could discover the secret behind it, he might be able to save his father.

Zhang Lan nodded in satisfaction.

In the night, Lee Hao lay on his bed and stared at the ancient paintings on the wall, hoping to figure out something.

However, even though his eyes were aching, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

He stood up and drank some water. Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window, allowing his eyes to rest.

That was true. His father must have had this painting for a long time. His mother said that he had been reading it all day and hadn't discovered the secret behind it, not to mention his own ignorance.

With a sigh, Lee Hao looked back at the painting and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He could see through the thoughts of others, so could this ability be used on objects?

Thinking about that magical ring, Lee Hao felt that it was more and more possible.

He went to the ancient painting and tried to remember what it was like to see through the thoughts of others. His eyes were fixed on the painting on the wall.

Suddenly, he saw a circle of light rise up from the ancient painting. It looked like the ring of a tree.

Counting them, there were eight in total, but one of them was very blurry and not as bright as the other seven.

At the same time, there was also some simple information regarding ancient paintings. Author, painting concept, etc. There wasn't anything special about it. On the contrary, he paid more attention to it.

Seven bright ones and one blurry one. What the hell did that mean?

Lee Hao frowned and suddenly remembered what his mother had said. She said that this ancient painting was over 700 years old.

Seven hundred … Seven bright rings of light …

"I understand!" Lee Hao was ecstatic.

"This painting has a history of more than 700 years. It corresponds to a circle of light during this 100 year period. Seven hundred is seven. This eighth circle of light must be because it hasn't been 100 years, so it's not as bright as the others. It must be this way!"

Lee Hao looked at the objects in the room again. They were not old objects and he didn't see any rings of light from them.

"It seems that only those who are older will be able to see the rings of light on top." Lee Hao was deep in thought.

Looking at the ancient painting again, Lee Hao hoped that his eyes would discover more secrets, the best being the big secret that his father was trying so hard to find.

As he looked, Lee Hao noticed that the circle of light was leaving the ancient painting and floating towards his eyes.

"This is …"

The circle of light entered Lee Hao's head. He suddenly felt his head swell and he lost consciousness …

The next morning, Lee Hao opened his eyes in confusion, rubbed his head and stood up.

Upon seeing the painting on the wall, memories from the previous night surged through his mind.

"What is the use of this circle of light?" How did it suddenly enter my body? " Lee Hao muttered to himself when he noticed that there were no more circles of light on the painting.

He couldn't figure out the reason why, so he could only scratch his head.

"Hmm?!"

Lee Hao looked at his hands in surprise and clenched his fists. He clearly felt that he had become much stronger.

"Could it be... After those halos entered my body, they strengthened my physique? " Lee Hao guessed, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Otherwise, how could he explain that his physique had become much stronger after losing consciousness?

"Hao'er, are you up yet? Breakfast is ready. " Zhang Lan's shout came from outside the door.

"Ah!" "I'm up, I'll go out immediately." Lee Hao replied.

Then he put the painting back into the box and decided to take it with him to the antique market after breakfast.

After all, this was an antique, but he didn't understand it himself. He wanted to see if he could find anything in the antique market.

After breakfast, Lee Hao went straight to the antiques market.

The antique market had existed for a long time. There were many shops on the street, all of them doing antique business.

Lee Hao chose the largest shop and entered it. His name was called the Ten Directions Pavilion.

An old lady was holding a snuff bottle and was about to talk to the owner. Lee Hao walked over.

"Boss, this snuff bottle is a heirloom of my family. Take a look at how much it is worth." The old lady handed over the snuff bottle eagerly.

The boss lazily received it while sitting on the chair. He casually stuffed it back into the old lady's hands.

"It isn't anything precious, and it doesn't have any history either. With a glance, you can tell that it is a modern imitation, and you even say that it is an ancestral heirloom. Are you trying to scam me?" "Let's go, quickly!"

Lee Hao squinted his eyes at the snuff bottle and laughed contemptuously.