"Hey, you just leave me here and ignore me. What if I am caught by a bad guy?" While saying these words to Xiao Xuan, Ye Xuan deliberately looked at Baron Charlie with respect beside her with a respectful look. It was obvious that the bad guys she mentioned included Baron Charlie.

Ye Xuan almost froze to death just now. Although Feng Shui has completely changed now, she is not the kind of person who can give up grudges with a smile. She is just a girl, a girl who likes to hold grudges, so she now owes Baron Charlie even a good face.

This scared Baron Charlie so much that his body shivered. There was no way, his great-grandfather's soul was still in the hands of the unfathomable young man in front of him, and even his whole family's life was in the other's mind. Baron Charlie could only put his posture to the lowest point at this time, which was completely different from Baron Charlie who could still calmly lit a cigar and speak when he saw strangers breaking into his storage room.

Because as a descendant of a magician family, Baron Charlie knew how to use magic, but he still knew the power that a powerful magician could possess, especially the other party was the most mysterious and terrifying undead magician among all magicians. In his eyes, the great-grandfather, who was almost the same as a god, was easily dealt with by the other party. He had no intention of fighting with Xiao Xuan or calculating anything, just hoping to save the whole family's life as much as possible in the other party's hands.

"I will be able to get close to that woman for half a month. I will definitely come back within half a month. As for the garment company and money, Charlie will be responsible for providing you with it. If you need something, let Charlie give you what you want. If something happens to you." Xiao Xuan stretched out his hand and patted Baron Charlie's shoulder, "I will turn this manor into a cemetery, until fifty years later, I believe that it will become a famous haunted house."

Baron Charlie swallowed with difficulty, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, even if Miss Ye wants me to have all the property, I will give it to her without hesitation. Whoever dares to touch a hair on Miss Ye must step over my Charlie's body!"

In fact, it was really difficult for Charlie to say these words, a rich man with a title. Even in Xiao Xuan's eyes, Charlie is a very powerful businessman. From this, it can be seen that in the face of absolute strength, especially when his family's life and death are controlled by the other party, Charlie has to bend his waist even if he is proud of himself.

After giving these instructions, Xiao Xuan got on the carriage prepared by Charlie for him, and drove out of London.

"I am going to design a few clothes and ask someone to ask a few tailors from your garment company to come to my room with tools. Also, no one is allowed to disturb you during this period."

"I understand, I'll go now, I'll go now." Charlie nodded quickly and agreed.

...

In the afternoon, the carriage had already arrived in the suburbs of London and came outside an ordinary church. Although this church is not large in size, it is also full of the atmosphere of time. I think it has existed for at least two hundred years.

At this time, Xiao Xuan, who was sitting in the carriage, spread his palms and revealed a faint light. This is the old man who crawled out of the oil painting. However, his soul is so weak that he can no longer condense into human form. This is the reason why Xiao Xuan was severely injured with the magic of the undead, and the reason why he had been away from the oil painting for too long. The old man is now very weak and very weak.

"Is the place you mentioned here?"

"It's here...it's here...it's here... in that church, I've told you all the things I know. Please let me go."

"As long as you make sure that what you said before is true, I will naturally let you go."

Xiao Xuan walked off the carriage, and the coachman respectfully took off his hat and saluted Xiao Xuan.

"You are waiting for me outside. If I don't come out tonight, I will find a place to stay for one night, and continue to wait for me here tomorrow. Here is your car money and the expenses for these days." Xiao Xuan threw a wallet into the coachman's hands.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll wait for you here."

Xiao Xuan nodded, turned around, and walked directly to the church.

After entering the church, Xiao Xuan found that there were very few people here. He had already walked inside, but he didn't even see a nun. It was not until he stood under the statue of Jesus Christ that an old nun slowly walked out of nowhere. The old nun stood about ten meters away from Xiao Xuan and looked at Xiao Xuan. At least, from her face, Xiao Xuan did not see anything that could represent the glory of the Lord. Even this old nun brought him a sense of danger.

"Are the people of the Phelps family dead?" Xiao Xuan asked the old nun. This was what the old man of the undead told him before. After entering the church, he asked this question.

Hearing Xiao Xuan's question, the old nun's face became much more serious. He immediately turned around and walked directly into the church, and Xiao Xuan followed her.

There is a larger space inside the church, full of portraits of Jesus, including murals and oil paintings. Each painting is vivid and even Xiao Xuan has a premonition that the portraits that the old man who was deceased had been attached to before might also come out from here, and some of the portraits here actually have a faint magical aura.

Following the old nun, Xiao Xuan saw an art studio, where an old man with silver hair was standing in front of the painting board and painting intently. The old nun stood beside the old man without disturbing him, but the old man seemed to have noticed someone was coming, put down the brush in his hand, and looked at Xiao Xuan.

When the old man looked at him, Xiao Xuan seemed to feel the air around him becoming a little wet. Xiao Xuan also felt a kind of aura belonging to the water-based magic from the old man, but this aura was very weak, very weak, so weak that when Xiao Xuan sensed, the level of the magic aura on the other party was even far inferior to his current real level, and it was almost the same as the level of a magician apprentice. Such a magician would be able to deal with it easily even if Xiao Xuan did not use the power in the soul ring alone with his own strength. Moreover, the magician apprentice would only send some small magic more than ordinary people.

"Father, he said he was coming to find the people from the Phelps family." When the old nun saw that the old man put down his pen, he spoke to him.

"People from Phelps?" Hearing these four words, the old man seemed to have a look of remembrance appeared on his face. Then, he washed his hands in a basin next to him, wiped it, and tidied up his collar before walking towards Xiao Xuan. Looking at the old man's steps, Xiao Xuan knew that even though the old man should be over 70 years old, his spirit and body were still strong.

"Hello, I am Phelps Moller, the eighth generation of the Phelps family."

"Xiao Xuan."

"Oh... are you an Oriental? Can Orientals learn magic now?"

"Can't Orientals learn magic?"

"No, I don't mean that, but I don't know whether many Orientals have begun to learn magic in recent years. Because due to my qualifications, it is difficult for me to make any progress in the magical path. My level in this life is actually just an apprentice of a magician, so the Phelps family has faded out of the magical world and is not very clear about the matters in the magical world. And you are actually the first time in these 30 years to "visit" my Phelps family, because now, people around me call me Father Murer, and they come to me and say they directly look for the priest."

"Since that's the case, you should also know the purpose of my coming here. I want to see that thing." The thing Xiao Xuan said now was also what the old man of the undead had told before. Under the intimidation of Xiao Xuan's undead magic, the old man of the undead told Xiao Xuan almost everything.

"According to the agreement of my father's generation, yes, although that thing is kept by my Phelps family, every contributor has the right and qualification to come here to see that thing. However, I want to ask you, Orientals, which family do you represent?"

"Sali family." Xiao Xuan answered.

The full name of Baron Charlie is "Charlie Sally".

"Okay, no problem. Some ancestors of the Sally family were indeed one of the people who made an agreement with my father. I agree that you come to see that thing and please come with me."

After saying that, Father Mole turned around and moved away a painting board in the painting room. A downward corridor was revealed inside. The previous painting should have the effect of blocking peeping and isolating the sensing. Even because of the existence of that painting, people can't help but ignore that place, and even if they go in and search, they may ignore it directly.

When the painting was removed and the corridor was exposed, Xiao Xuan quickly noticed a breath of the undead quickly spread out from the corridor.

Is this the place where the old man of the undead hides the bones of a undead magician?
Chapter completed!