Feng Qi paused, completely taken aback that her spiritual body could actually hit the wall.
Even if she couldn't enter the painting to grab the box, she should at least be able to pass through it. How could she hit a wall?
Feng Qi furrowed her brows, staring at the mural in a daze.
Little Taotie sighed, his childish voice filled with helplessness: "Looks like we can only unseal him and let him retrieve the treasure box hidden in the painting himself."
Feng Qi snapped out of it and asked, "Unseal who?"
Little Taotie pointed with a small hand.
Feng Qi's eyes suddenly widened: "Shan!"
Little Taotie was bewildered.
Hua Jinyan was also stunned.
They all knew that "Shan" was the name of Feng Qi's beloved.
But in this family portrait, there were only four people: a man in a wheelchair, his brother, and their parents.
Little Taotie leaned towards Hua Jinyan's ear: "Could it be the wheelchair guy?"
Hua Jinyan shook his head: "Probably not."
