A trace of strange green air was floating and lingering. As before, it was still impossible to determine the source of these green air, just like green hair floating here.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and put away Cihang's wise eyes.

At this time, Wu Shenglan and the young man around him had already blew the fire note and lit it towards the candle in the room. Soon the room became transparent.

Zhang Yuan and Wang Hongen looked around.

“A lot of antiques.”

Wang Hongen said.

The walls on all sides are full of calligraphy and paintings, all of which are famous works by famous people.

There are several antique shelves next to it, and there are also rare antiques on it.

Zhang Yuan observed the room and asked, "Mr. Wu, do you know which painting your father bought?"

Wu Shenglan smiled bitterly, shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Zhang Yuan showed his thoughts.

Those detectives will have nightmares when they come once.

I want to try it out if it is true.

"Mr. Wu, can I stay here for one night?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Young hero is willing, of course."

Wu Shenglan said.

"Okay, thank you."
Chapter completed!