"Quiet! Hiss~" The snake man said coldly without turning his head, and continued with his movements.
"Yes!" Joseph, as the lord of Mili Creek Port, did not dare to show any disrespect in front of him and stood beside the snake man without saying a word.
The snake man's hand, as skinny as firewood and covered with snake scales, controlled the paintbrush and continued painting without paying any attention to Lord Joseph, Jia Zhengjin and others.
No! Although his eyes are wide open, there are no pupils, just a pale eyeball.
I don’t know how he, who seems to be blind, can achieve such fluent painting movements.
"What's going on?" Seeing Lord Joseph standing quietly like a little daughter-in-law after he passed by, Noel asked with a frown.
"Yes! Why didn't he ask the Great Shaman Bartosh to stop painting?" Adilili felt very bored, "Are we supposed to keep waiting?"
"Why don't you just go directly?" General Roald couldn't help but turn his head and look at the Elf King.
"Don't worry!" Jia Zhengjin quickly said to them, "If this great shaman really has the ability to predict our arrival, and if he can really find the whereabouts of the Beluga Temple for us, he will definitely be able to foresee more things. Since he is not in a hurry
, there must be a reason. Let’s wait for a while!”
When Jia Zhengjin said this, everyone naturally had no objection. So they all waited there boredly!
After about four or five minutes, the snake man finally stopped the painting brush in his hand and said coldly to Joseph: "Okay! Give this painting to that strange human being!"
"Yes!" Lord Joseph walked over respectfully, hesitantly took the fur off the drawing board, and then took it back through the stone bridge.
There were only three humans at the scene, and they were headed by Lord Keen from Holy Dragon City. Although I didn’t understand what was going on with the strange humans, the great shaman must be talking about Lord Keen, right?
Lord Joseph decisively handed the fur painting to Jia Zhengjin: "Lord Keen, this is the painting given to you by the great shaman!"
"Oh! So good? And a meeting gift?" Jia Zhengjin was a little surprised. He grabbed the edge of the fur painting and carefully moved it in front of him. "Let me see what's painted?"
Although the others didn't understand, they immediately gathered around and looked down curiously.
"Keane!! Is this you?" Tina saw the painting and immediately pointed at the lifelike characters on it and shouted in surprise.
"It's really you!" Noel also stared in surprise at the person who looked exactly like Jia Zhengjin in the painting.
The same goes for everyone else. When they saw that the protagonist in this painting was Jia Zhengjin, they all showed shocked expressions. Moreover, the content in the painting made people feel very uncomfortable.
The atmosphere of the whole painting is very depressing, and the surrounding decorations are also very strange.
There is only one character in the painting, and that is Jia Zhengjin!
But he looked very miserable, with a rather huge insect thorn piercing his chest, bleeding from all his orifices, and hanging lifelessly. He was completely like a corpse.
When he came here, he was given such an unlucky painting. Although he was surprised that the other party could draw him so lifelike and could be recognized at a glance, Jia Zhengjin was quite unhappy!
The teammates around him had different expressions, and they were obviously frightened by this bloody and depressing painting.
Lord Joseph didn't look carefully before, but now he took a curious look and was stunned: "This, this...could it be the death notice of the great shaman?"
"Death notice?" Jia Zhengjin turned to look at Lord Joseph, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Lord Keen!" Lord Joseph swallowed and said to him nervously, "The great shaman can foresee the future, so he often draws scenes that have not happened but will definitely happen. A year ago, he once
I painted a picture for Lord Haobo of the pig tribe. In the painting, Lord Haobo died of drowning! Since then, Lord Haobo has been staying away from any water source, trying to avoid his fate. However, a week later,
Lord Hao Bo was ordered by His Majesty the Beast King to send troops to support the suppression of bandits. Although he deliberately avoided any place with water, he was suddenly attacked by a large band of bandit troops and the army was unable to resist. During the escape, Lord Hao Bo had no intention of fleeing nearby.
The lake, and ended up slipping and falling into the water and drowning! The prophetic paintings of Bartosh the Great Shaman have never been wrong, does this mean that Lord Keen, you may..."
"Kien, what did he say?" Tina and others couldn't understand what Joseph said, so they looked at Jia Zhengjin in confusion.
"Humph! Boring!" Jia Zhengjin frowned and rolled up the fur painting, then reached out and handed it to Joseph, "Give it back to him!"
"Lord Keen, this is given to you by the Great Shaman Bartosh. You cannot return it! And even if you return it, it will be useless! What should happen will still happen..." Lord Joseph said worriedly, "In the painting
Could the insect giant foot be the god Beluga? Although there is only one insect giant foot, it looks quite similar. This time you and the Elf King made a special trip to prevent the Dragon of Darkness from resurrecting the god Beluga.
.Does that mean your operation will fail and you will be killed by God Beluga?"
Jia Zhengjin frowned. Will Bartosh's prediction really come true? Will he be killed by the resurrected God Beluga?
He is not afraid of death. After all, he is a person who has died once. And if he cannot stop the Dragon of Darkness, the world will be destroyed and there will be no way to live. It is death anyway, so what is there to be afraid of?
But I have the gift of the goddess of life and the talisman of rebirth, so I can survive even if I am killed once! This painting seems to have no meaning! Unless God Beluga can prevent himself from using the talisman of rebirth, and also let the goddess of life
The gift is not valid for you!
Seeing that Joseph was unwilling to return the painting to the Great Shaman Bartosh, Jia Zhengjin did not want to keep such an unlucky thing, so he simply took out a torch, lit it and threw it aside.
"Lord Keen, this..." Joseph was dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone dare to be so disrespectful to the paintings of Bartosz the Great Shaman.
"Okay! We are here this time to ask about the whereabouts of Beluga Temple and the news about the Dragon of Darkness! If he is really capable, he will help us find him! As for what will happen next, there is no need to worry about it.
Yes!" Jia Zhengjin said coldly, "Please go over and ask him if he has the ability to help us find the Beluga Temple? If he can't, does he know anyone else who can help us!"
"Okay!" Lord Joseph looked down at the burning paintings and felt that it was quite a pity. After all, the paintings of Bartos the Great Shaman are very precious treasures. "I'll go ask it for you!"
When Lord Joseph walked back to the platform, Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took out the gift of the goddess of life from his virtual backpack, and handed it directly to Tina: "Take it!"
"Kean, do you believe that what is in the painting will happen?" Tina said worriedly.
"It's better to believe that it exists than to believe that it doesn't exist!" Although Jia Zhengjin was not very happy, he couldn't ignore it. "If something really happens to me, you can use it to resurrect me!"
"Well!" Tina quickly put the gift of the goddess of life into a cotton bag and covered it nervously. She was extremely scared when she thought that her husband might be killed like in the painting.
