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Jin Wenzhai's face grew increasingly pale as he recalled the days of the curse. "And a few days later, on the same day, I encountered several drunkards who brandished knives at me. If there hadn't been people nearby, I might be dead."

"Another thing is that each incident has become more and more serious, from objects thrown from high-rise buildings to attacks by drunkards, and then to out-of-control vehicles. This explosion was the most serious! If I had been lying in bed at the time, I probably would have been burned to death!"

Jin Wenzhai clutched his head with both hands, his emotions gradually becoming unstable, his breathing rapid, and his eyes reddening.

"Calm down, you're safe now."

Seeing this, Kara gently comforted her.

"call"

Jin Wenzhai gradually stabilized.

"Do you know why you are cursed?"

Luo Wei asked.

"I"

Jin Wenzhai hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

“If you don’t tell me, I can’t protect you. Besides, this matter is not within my jurisdiction.”

Luo Wei showed no mercy and said coldly.

"You're an official, responsible for my safety. Otherwise, I have the right to sue."

Jin Wenzhai gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction. He had promised so many benefits, but Superman still acted as he pleased, which made him very unhappy.

“Karl isn’t an official; he’s a superhero who does it out of interest. If he wants, he can take a vacation forever. You’d better think carefully about what you’re saying.”

Kara's eyes flashed with displeasure. She slammed her hand on the table and said coldly, "Besides, I have no obligation to protect you!"

She could soothe the victims with gentle words, but she couldn't stand anyone threatening Rowe.

"I"

Jin Wenzhai immediately deflated, fearing the two of them would leave together, and hurriedly said, "It's that mural. The curse started after I put it in the auction. It was sold yesterday, and today the explosion happened."

"That mural from the Heavenly Court?"

Luo Wei recalled that when the news reported it, the mural was indeed heavily promoted at the auction, mainly because of its exquisite craftsmanship and painting techniques. It was said that it had been preserved so well for a thousand years and had great research and collection value.

"Ah."

Jin Wenzhai nodded.

"Okay, I understand. You stay here, someone will come to pick you up in a bit."

After Luo Wei finished speaking, he stood up.

.

"Wait, aren't you going to stay and protect me?"

Jin Wenzhai was somewhat surprised and immediately stood up, saying, "The curse could happen at any moment; I'm in danger at any time."

"I'm going to take a look at that painting. Don't worry, you'll be fine for a while."

Rowe didn't give him a chance to react, pulling Kara away from the interrogation room and leaving him alone in the cold room.

However, a few minutes later, the special task force of the Self-Strengthening Department rushed in, put Jin Wenzhai into an armored vehicle and sent him away.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the police station.

“Carl, he’s a liar and he’s not telling the truth.”

Kara stared at the armored vehicle disappearing down the street, her brows furrowed, clearly showing that she was reluctant to help Jin Wenzhai.

"Don't worry, this matter is definitely related to the mural, but he doesn't want to tell us the truth. In any case, he will be the one who pays the price in the end."

Luo Wei stretched and put his hand on Kara's shoulder. "Let's go to the research department in Kyoto first and see what new things you've developed."

"Are we abandoning Jin Wenzhai?"

Kara was surprised.

"It's not too late to deal with it after he suffers a loss and wants to tell the truth. In addition, I have already asked Hua Xin to send someone to take the mural back to headquarters. You can take a look at what problems exist with that mural."

Luo Wei stroked his chin, made a simple analysis, and said, "However, I think this matter should not have much to do with the curse."

The Heavenly Court of DC is righteous, filled with righteous people. If that mural truly possessed spiritual power, it wouldn't have used a vicious curse to deal with Jin Wenzhai. After all, gods truly exist in DC, and the door gods in the mortal realm can indeed invoke the protection of true gods. Moreover, the mural depicts the Jade Emperor.

The Jade Emperor wouldn't deign to pay attention to a mortal unless that person committed a heinous crime.

If that were the case.

Even Luo Wei couldn't save Jin Wenzhai, that Korean.

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Chapter 136: A Warning from Steppenwolf, Dark

Saed!

For the next period of time, things happened as Luo Wei had predicted; Jin Wenzhai's misfortune seemed to have little to do with the curse of the mural.

There are other hidden stories behind this.

Upon learning of Jin Wenzhai's situation, Hua Xin immediately contacted someone, obtained the mural, and sent it to the research department for testing. The mural was found to be unremarkable, except that it was quite old, dating back several hundred years.

However, the research department believes that supernatural events may not be able to be investigated using purely physical methods to determine the problem with the murals.

Therefore, we specifically consulted experts who have in-depth research in Taoism to analyze the murals, hoping to find clues from their content to analyze the source of the curse.

Unfortunately, no clues were found, and experts believe that the murals have nothing special about them.

Meanwhile, during this period, the Ziqiang Department was responsible for protecting Jin Wenzhai, with guards following him around at all times, and even manpower was deployed around his residence.

However, a week quickly passed, and according to the pattern, the "accident" that should have happened did not occur, meaning that the curse seemed to have disappeared and lost its effect during this period.

This has led many to wonder if the cause of all this is truly related to a curse on the murals.

"The problem now is that either the mural itself is not problematic at all, or Jin Wenzhai lied about this matter to hide something."

"Or perhaps our technical department is inadequate and failed to identify the problems with the mural, thus concluding that it is just an ordinary mural."

Inside the office, Hua Xin sat in a chair, looked at Luo Wei and the others opposite her, and said in a deep voice.

"What do you think? I'd like to hear your opinion."

Lowe was not surprised by this situation.

He had previously determined that the problem might not be with the murals.

“I think the first possibility is not high, because I conducted a lie detector test on Jin Wenzhai and found no problems. He believes that all the accidents came from the curse of the murals.”

"So I prefer the latter."

Hua Xin paused for a moment before continuing, "However, we cannot rule out the possibility that someone has set up a mental prison for Jin Wenzhai, blocking his memories, since we have experienced something similar before."

Pandora had used similar methods before, almost causing everyone to misjudge the direction.

And it fooled Superman's telepathic abilities.

If someone used this tactic on Jin Wenzhai, then the truth must have been hidden, but what exactly was their purpose?

"But what exactly did Jin Wenzhai do that made that person try so hard to kill him?"

Eumen asked in confusion, "If we can resolve the issue with the murals, things will become clear."

"Perhaps someone can help us take a look at this mural."

Suddenly, Luo Wei pulled out a token from his pocket, which emitted a strange, sinister aura.

"Who?"

A few people were a little confused.

"King Yama."

The underworld.

Hell.

"King Yama, where is Monkey King?"

At the mansion, Luo Wei followed Yama to the study and found that the hall was as deserted as ever, without any life, and he did not see Sun Wukong.

"The Great Sage has gone sightseeing."

King Yama felt troubled whenever he thought of the monkey, as he had tormented him a while ago. Fortunately, the monkey loved to travel and enjoy the scenery.

He looked at the mural in Rowe's hand and said, "Is this the mural you were talking about?"

"Ah."

Lowell handed over the mural and explained the purpose of his trip.

"There's nothing wrong with the murals; in fact, they have a certain charm."

King Yama examined it carefully, his expression changing slightly. "Besides, no one would think of turning the figures depicted on it into something evil."

"You mean the curse didn't originate from the murals?"

Luo Wei pointed to the mural.

"That's right. Not only that, the murals contain spiritual energy, which is why they've been preserved for so long and are still intact. If you look closely, don't you think the fairies in them are dancing gracefully?"

Yama, the King of Hell, pointed to the fairies in the mural, stroked the portrait, and smiled with admiration. He said, "Many years ago, I had the honor of watching these fairies dance. I never expected that the mural would perfectly replicate their dance so vividly."

"I see."

Rowe understood that the so-called curse did not come from the mural.

This mural even possesses a spiritual quality.

"I ask you, where did this mural come from?"

King Yama was captivated by the mural, looking at it again and again and asking questions.

"It's unclear now, but many people outside want to get their hands on this painting. I think his various misfortunes are related to the mural."

"I'm not sure," Luo Wei said in a deep voice.

"This mural is very precious. The painter drew on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create it. For ordinary people, it would require an extremely high level of cultivation. The true owner of the mural must have been someone extraordinary."