An Heng raised his hand and grabbed Wen Qi's wrist, pulling hard, trying to bring him over and tie him up. Unexpectedly, Wen Qi didn't move at all, and An Heng stumbled and fell towards Wen Qi.

Wen Qi twisted his wrist and broke away from An Heng's control, then grabbed and twisted the man to his knees on the ground.

"You are indeed very strong compared to ordinary people, but unfortunately you are not strong enough in front of me." Wen Qi poked An Heng's head, "Do you want to come out by yourself, or do I force you to come out?"

An Heng struggled twice secretly, but the force pressing down on him was indeed immovable. Of course, it was impossible for him to surrender like this. An Heng raised his head with a distorted expression, and black mist poured out from his seven orifices, gathering into a blurry figure in the distance.

Wen Qi looked over and saw that An Heng had fainted. She let go of his hand and looked at the figure in the distance with an indifferent expression, "Are you an evil spirit? Where did you run from?"

The figure did not respond, and entered Andaven's body again like a puff of smoke.

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow in surprise. Knowing that the possession would be suppressed by her, why didn't he give up? Andawen had lost too much blood. When he just woke up, he was still dizzy. He staggered to sit up and sneered at Wen Qi, "You can't catch me."

"So confident?" Wen Qi smiled, "Is it because you are just a clone and you are sure that I can't find your real body?"

Andaven was stunned and looked at her with a frown in confusion.

"Are you wondering how I guessed that?" Wen Qi pointed at An Heng, then at Andawen, "Your actions are too obvious. If you don't possess me quickly, it will dissipate, right? Only clones can do this."

Andawen continued to sneer, "So what if you guessed it? You will never find my true self."

Wen Qi looked at him and said thoughtfully, "Your power is not that strong. Even if you can create clones, their strength is just average. Your original body should not be too far from here, right?"

Andaven pursed his lips and said nothing.

Wen Qi nodded to himself, "In the rented apartment in An Heng?"

Andaven's heart skipped a beat, but he sneered to show his disdain.

Wen Qi continued to nod, "It seems that I guessed right."

Andaven's face changed.

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "It turns out I guessed it right."

Andaven realized that he had been tricked, and his face turned very ugly, "What nonsense!"

Wen Qi ignored him and continued to speculate, "Since it is something that can give birth to spirits, it must be quite old. An Heng likes painting so much... Is your original form an ancient painting?"

Andawen pursed his lips tightly, stared at Wen Qi, and tried his best to make himself look expressionless.

Wen Qi raised his hand and drew a rune. The rune fell on Andawen's forehead like lightning, and all the black air was immediately absorbed by the rune.

The rune wrapped in black air flew back into Wen Qi's hand. She smiled and said, "I'll take you to find the real body. You're welcome."

The captured evil spirit clone: ​​…

Anheng’s apartment is also in Tonglong’an District, about half an hour’s walk from Andawen’s villa.

When Wen Qi left, he asked Qingyi to wait for Zhu Jinni here.

She walked towards the apartment slowly, as if taking a stroll. She was not afraid that the evil spirit would escape. After all, it was something attached to an ancient artifact, and unless the thing was moved, it would not be able to run away.

Walking to the door of the apartment, Wen Qi stared at the padlock, feeling a little embarrassed.

The evil spirit clone sneered in his heart and said, "Without the key, I wonder how you are going to get in."

Wen Qi took out his cell phone and called Zhu Jinni. After explaining the situation, he said in advance, "I'm going to enter An Heng's apartment now. The methods may be violent. Is that okay?"

Zhu Jinni took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, just do it. I'll take responsibility for you if anything goes wrong!"

Wen Qi hung up the phone with confidence, raised his hand to the door handle, and then pushed the door open effortlessly.

The evil spirit clone was stunned, and then looked at the door lock, which was completely twisted and deformed. It felt like this fine steel door lock was made of paper in front of Wen Qi! The apartment was not big, about 40 square meters, with one bedroom and one living room, just right for one person to live in.

The living room was filled with paintings, with almost no space to step. Wen Qi looked at them one by one. They were all new paintings, probably those created by An Heng on a daily basis.

Wen Qi didn't understand art, but he could see the difference between these paintings and the ruined sunset in the basement of the villa. One was as far apart as heaven and earth.

After checking the living room, she pushed open the bedroom door. As a young artist's room, it was surprisingly clean. The bedding was folded very neatly, and there were no clothes or socks flying around.

There was little decoration, except for an oil painting of sunflowers hanging above the bed.

The evil spirit clone was speechless again and decided to commit suicide!

At this moment, Wen Qi's eyes fell on the bed. She stepped forward and lifted the mattress, revealing the bare bed board. Finding nothing, Wen Qi removed the bed board and looked under the bed.

The wooden floor, which had originally fit tightly together, now had very large cracks.

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "You're quite good at hiding." She bent down and grabbed a piece of the floor, and with a little force she pulled the entire floor up, revealing the white plastic packaging, "I found you."

Soon, Wen Qi removed all the floors and took out the tightly wrapped oil paintings underneath.

After it was unpacked, the painting finally revealed its true identity, which turned out to be a portrait of a white man wearing a black tuxedo, a tall hat, and holding a scepter in his hand.

Wen Qi looked at it carefully, and then suddenly realized, "This is a portrait of a vampire, no wonder an evil spirit was born."

The vampire in the painting suddenly moved when he heard this. His eyes turned and stared at Wen Qi, then he curled his lips into a malicious smile.

The next second, the frame began to heat up.

Wen Qi let go without hesitation, even though she knew it was just her illusion.

The painting frame fell to the ground, and the vampire in the painting suddenly walked out of the painting and stood steadily in front of Wen Qi. At first, he was just a flat painting, but after a breath, he actually swelled up and turned into a three-dimensional human figure.

Wen Qi was surprised that this evil spirit was even more powerful than she thought.

The evil spirit opposite took off his hat, bowed to Wen Qi like a gentleman, and said gently: "Good afternoon, ma'am."

Wen Qi suddenly stopped thinking, should she return the favor to the evil spirit? But the relationship between them shouldn't require such hypocritical courtesy, right? Sure enough, the evil spirit didn't need her response and continued politely, "Please allow me to taste your blood."

Wen Qi understood. No wonder the possessed An Heng wanted to cut Andawen's wrist. It was all due to the vampire's obsession! Normal vampires want blood for food, but the vampires in the painting want blood for painting. It seems very reasonable.

After thinking about it, Wen Qi said seriously: "Before that, please allow me to draw a rune on your body."

The vampire looked embarrassed, "I'm afraid that won't work. It seems we can't reach a consensus. In that case, ma'am, please forgive my rudeness." As soon as he finished speaking, the vampire attacked Wen Qi with his cane.

The vampire was so fast that Wen Qi almost couldn't react in time. She couldn't help but curse, "Fake gentleman!"

The vampire's hands stabbed faster and faster, but his face showed a look of being misunderstood. "I will be sad if you say that."

Wen Qi got goosebumps. Who on earth is this evil spirit's true form? It's so hypocritical that it's disgusting! She even has the urge to fly to Europe and destroy the true form!

I can no longer bear it. I don't need to bear it anymore.

Wen Qi raised his hand and summoned a soul-destroying thunder, which struck the vampire's crown.

The thunderbolt struck and hit the target! The shadow of the vampire disappeared instantly.

Before Wen Qi could breathe a sigh of relief, the guy's voice rang out again, "Madam, you are so cruel, but it doesn't matter, I will always be resurrected and stay with you."

Then, the vampire walked out of the painting again, following the same steps as last time, his body was extremely clean and without any scars.

Wen Qi was a little annoyed. He was just so angry that the lightning was almost useless when it fell on the spirit. It should have fallen on the painting. Fortunately, it was not too late to change it now.

Wen Qi chanted the spell again, but only halfway through, a cold hand covered her mouth, and a malicious voice rang in her ear, "Fighting and killing is not what a lady should do."

Wen Qi's pupils shrank, and his body shrank out of control. Then he turned and stepped back, staring at the vampire with a faint smile on his lips.

How was it possible that she didn't even notice the vampire approaching?

The vampire did not pursue her, still maintaining his hypocritical gentlemanly demeanor, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I was rude just now. I shouldn't have approached you without your permission. Did I scare you? You look unhappy."

Wen Qi ignored what he said, and quickly analyzed the situation in front of him. Finally, he thought, "Is this the space in the painting?"

The smile on the vampire's face paused, and then he sighed, "You are so smart, I can't bear to kill you." As he finished speaking, the surrounding scene gradually changed and distorted, and finally froze into a blurred block of color.

Wen Qi had a blank expression on his face. “Don’t talk like you really have a way to kill me.”

"You are really stubborn." After the vampire finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred and appeared behind Wen Qi again. This time he did not choose to get close, but raised his cane and aimed at Wen Qi's vest.

The gentlemanly smile on the vampire's lips turned vicious, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes. He was looking forward to the moment when blood would bloom.