I Thought He Is the Villain Chapter 70

The portrait hung from the ceiling, three inches above the ground, and occupied the entire height of a wall.

Max walked over and found that the blank areas in the painting were filled with dark patterns. He didn't know what material was used to paint the colorful butterflies.

A gust of wind blew, and the candle lights in the room suddenly lit up. Under the reflection of the candlelight, the butterflies glowed brightly and lifelike, as if they were about to fly out in the next second.

"This is my master."

The high priest's voice sounded behind him, and she came out from another door, as if there were no footsteps. Perhaps it was the jingling of her jewelry that covered the footsteps. In any case, Max felt that she was coming behind him.