Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The people around him seemed to be under control, but there was no trace of evil spirit here.

Without the ability to use the Sky Eye, Chu Yao could only help people regain their consciousness first, and then go after the culprit who confused people.

She bit the tip of her index finger, and as if she were painting in the air, her aura quickly condensed and turned into talismans emitting golden light!

Void Talisman!

In an instant, dozens of golden talismans spread out and flew to every corner of the art exhibition hall. Wherever the golden talismans went, a few tiny rays of light fell. They landed lightly on everyone's head, awakening everyone. Destroyed people's sanity.

"Why am I here?"

"Why are there so many people here?"

"Strange, what am I here for?"

Everyone looked confused, but they didn't think much and just scattered away.

The stairwell was finally no longer crowded, and the three of them successfully reached the second floor. Unfortunately, Ye Xiangling's painting was hung near the stairwell.

Chu Yao recognized it at first sight. The moon painted by Ye Xiangling was not just imagination, but exactly the same as the fake moon he saw in the ghost market!

However, there was a drop of crystal clear tears in the corner of the moon's eyes.

"Uh, um... actually, after you left that day, I found a piece of missing manuscript paper at home." Ye Xiangling explained awkwardly, "And I... I lost it later,"

Chu Yao lowered his eyes slightly. Professor Ye was very rigorous in his translation work, and even every piece of manuscript paper was coded.

She checked and there were no missing pages.

Why is there an extra one?

Chu Yao stretched out his left hand. There was a strange aura on Ye Xiangling's painting. It was neither spiritual energy nor evil energy, but it seemed to exude a fatal attraction to humans.

However, it was not this painting that attracted people to flock to her just now, because she could feel that there was another, more powerful force nearby.

She erased the breath from the painting, followed another trace, and found a giant oil painting. Although it was not completed yet, it already had a name - "Afternoon Garden"

This giant oil painting is more than two meters high. It depicts a blooming rose garden, in which an elegant earl is sitting and sipping black tea.

Ye Xiangling looked at the oil painting almost infatuatedly. She now understood why so many people rushed to it like crazy, because it was so beautiful!

The oil painting uses bright and rich colors, and the brushstrokes are passionate and unrestrained. As a result, the rose garden looks particularly lively, and the count, as the subject of the painting, is elegant and noble, with a quiet smile on his lips.

The only drawback is that there are still some roses in the painting that are not colored.

The painter was completely absorbed in his creation and did not notice what happened just now.

He looked at his palette in distress. Even though there were more than a dozen reds on it, it still wasn't the feeling he wanted.

The painter tried to mix several paints together, but it still didn't work. Although it was infinitely close, his obsessive-compulsive disorder could not accept the subtle differences.

He was breathing rapidly, and his heart was already filled with restless emotions. Suddenly, he felt something being stripped out of his body, and the whole world became clear.

Chu Yao looked at the "manuscript paper" in her hand. It was almost transparent. With just a slight exertion on her part, the paper cracked into many small pieces like broken ice.

It is hard to imagine that such a thin piece of paper can control the minds of thousands of people at an art exhibition and induce them to gather like crazy.

And Chu Yao also understood what this familiar power was - the soul, or in other words, the purest part of the soul.

There is a word that is often used to describe thinking and working hard for work or certain things, which is called painstaking efforts. The small piece in her hand is Professor Ye's "hard work".

Because it is contaminated with unknown things, this piece of manuscript paper will cause people to fall into a state of madness, which is manifested in non-stop creation, such as Professor Ye's translation work, Ye Xiangling's paintings, etc...

It will not stop until the creation is completed, and during the process of creation, it will attract the attention of others.

Chu Yao guessed that if someone worked as hard as Professor Ye did, this manuscript could be condensed.

However, Ye Xiangling's painting was far from the level that required painstaking efforts. The giant oil painting in front of him had not yet been completed, so the soul power on the manuscript paper was only consumed by the two of them and did not increase.

After Chu Yao completely erased the soul power on the manuscript paper, the painter also stopped the brush in his hand.

However, when he turned around, the four of them looked at each other.

"Senior Brother Chu! It turns out that this painting was painted by you!" Ye Xiangling exclaimed. It turned out that the manuscript paper was picked up by his senior brother.

"Chu Yao?! Why are you here? And...Mr. Ji." The man she called her senior brother looked at Chu Yao and Ji Jinchen in surprise.

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet the Second Young Master here. Yaoyao and I came to visit the art exhibition together." Ji Jinchen took a step forward and stood in front of Chu Yao.

Yes, the person in front of them was Chu Yao's uncle's son, her second brother Chu Mingyou.

Chu Mingyou studied double majors in psychology and art during college and graduate school, and went abroad to complete a doctorate in psychology. Last year, he was admitted to the doctoral program at Teito University School of Art.

His mentor is Zhou Buyan, the dean of the School of Art. Zhou Buyan has recruited very few disciples in recent years. Except for Ye Xiangling, the daughter of his good friend Professor Ye, there is only one Chu Mingyou.

So Ye Xiangling called him senior brother.

"You call her Yaoyao?" Chu Mingyou sneered, his molars almost shattered, "Ji Jinchen, you have been unconscious for too long and your mind is not clear, right? Chu Yao clearly refused to be engaged to your family, but you screamed like that Why are you so close?"

Ji Jinchen just smiled lightly and said, "Sorry, I forgot to inform the second young master. Our family likes Yaoyao very much, so my mother accepted her as her goddaughter. Of course, the family members should be closer to each other. "

Chu Mingyou felt inexplicably unhappy: "To put it nicely, you and her have no blood relationship at all. We are both adults. You still have to learn to avoid suspicion, right?"

"I personally think that family ties are not maintained by blood ties. Your Chu family should know this better than me, right?" Ji Jinchen said, "Oh, by the way. One more thing, my mother also went to have her inheritance notarized. She left half of her property, including Ji's shares, to Yaoyao. Based on this alone, it seems that the Chu family can't do it, right? "

"You!" Chu Mingyou was furious. He was not born by Chu Boting, but he knew his uncle's character very well. To say that he loved money as much as his life was a compliment to him.

How could a person like him be willing to leave half of Chu Yao's property?

The Chu Group's market value of tens of billions only paid for Chu Yao's eighteen years of alimony, which made him feel pain for a long time.