Lord Joseph went to the Bartosh Shaman again.

Before he could speak, the Great Shaman of Bartosh said directly: "You let that strange human come to me!"

"What about His Majesty the Elven King?" asked Lord Joseph hurriedly.

"I said, bring that strange human here. The Great Shaman repeated with a blank face.

"Okay. Lord Joseph had no choice but to turn back to this side, "Lord Keen, Grand Shaman Bartosh, please come alone!"

"Just me?" Jia Zhengjin looked at the Elf King and said in his heart, what does this mean?

Lord Joseph nodded and replied, "This is the meaning of the great shaman, you see ......"

"That's okay!" Jia Zhengjin turned back and said to Noel and the others, "The Great Shaman of Bartosh let me go alone, and you wait here for a while." ”

Everyone nodded their heads and watched Jia Zhengjin walk across the bridge and go to the great shaman's side.

Jia Zhengjin observed the big shaman up close, and he really looked very weird. Especially the pair of lifeless white eyes, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

However, he did not forget his business, so he said to the great shaman: "I am Keane, the lord of the Holy Dragon City, and I have come here specifically to prevent the dark dragon from resurrecting the god Belluga! The Elven King and I have just arrived, and we need to find out where the Shore of Light, the Far East, is. If the Great Shaman knows, he may as well tell us. Or point out someone who was able to take us to this place. If you can't stop the dark dragon's plan, the second war of the gods breaks out, maybe the world will be destroyed directly!"

The Great Shaman of Bartos did not respond to him, but slowly reached out and grabbed a blank piece of fur placed in front of him and fixed it to the easel.

It's pretty powerful to be able to do these things without mistakes, even though you can't see with your eyes.

However, he didn't answer the question, which made Jia Zhengjin a little annoyed: "Bartosh Great Shaman, we are in a hurry to make this trip. If you know, tell us, and if you don't, don't waste our time!"

"Alan Wallace, a quiet soul. The great shaman of Bartosz flattened the canvas unhurriedly, and then reached out and picked up the brush, "And you, you look particularly impetuous!"

"What do you mean?" Jia Zhengjin frowned suddenly. Who is Alan Wallace? The Wallace family knew that the original owner of this body was one of them. Quiet Soul ...... Shouldn't this guy go back to know the original owner of his body? Did he say this because he knew that he belonged to the resurrection of the corpse, and was not the original owner of this body?

Thinking of this, Jia Zhengjin suddenly became a little nervous: "What do you want to say? I don't have time to mess with you!"

"With the Dark Key in hand, you can control the situation!" said the Grand Shaman of Bartosh unhurriedly, "give me your hand." ”

"The Dark Key? What is that? Could it be that if you find this thing, you can stop the Dark Dragon?" Jia Zhengjin hurriedly asked. "Where can I find it?"

"Take it!" Bartosh Shaman did not answer Jia Zhengjin's question, and directly handed the brush to his hand.

"What the hell are you going to do, can you answer my question first?" Jia Zhengjin said this, still catching the brush.

"Kai Mari Hamoga ......" The Great Shaman of Bartos raised his right hand, his index finger gently drawing circles in the air, and at the same time reciting a long series of strange notes in his mouth.

His eyes gradually glowed with a strange blue light, and then he pressed his index finger to Jia Zhengjin's arm.

In an instant, Jia Zhengjin's body also emitted a strange blue light, and at the same time, the pupils of his eyes also disappeared instantly, turning into pale eyeballs that were exactly the same as those of the Great Shaman of Bartosh.

The great shaman of Bartosh recited a strange incantation again, and Jia Zhengjin suddenly walked in front of the fur canvas, raised the brush in his hand and quickly painted on it.

"Keane!" Seeing Jia Zhengjin's state from a distance, Tina wanted to go over, but was immediately stopped by Lord Joseph.

"Please don't go over and disturb Grand Shaman Baltosh and Master Keane, they may be having a special exchange right now!" Lord Joseph said solemnly.

Tina's pleading eyes looked at the Elven King, and Noel gave her a reassuring look: "If Keane has something, I will go over and help immediately!"

After receiving the reassurance of the Elven King, Tina calmed down and clasped her hands and looked ahead with great concern.

Jia Zhengjin's appearance is very strange, making people feel that he is exactly the same as the great shaman of Bartos when he painted just now. It's just that the great shaman Bartosz can at least keep himself when he paints, but he seems to have no autonomy at all, and runs automatically like a machine.

In a few moments, realistic patterns appeared on the fur canvas. The Great Shaman of Bartos reached out and removed the canvas and placed another one on the easel.

When he put the canvas away, Jia Zhengjin quickly wrote on it, and a new painting was soon revealed.

Once one was painted, the Great Shaman of Bartos took it down and put it on again. Then Jia Zhengjin continued to start, and the two of them continued to cycle like this for about an hour, and all the canvases in front of the great shaman of Bartosh had been used up, and there were as many as 12 of them.

Jia Zhengjin's painting speed is also amazing!

When the fur canvas was gone, the great shaman of Bartos reached out and tapped it on his hand again.

The blue light on Jia Zhengjin's body disappeared, and his eyes quickly returned to normal.

The moment he regained consciousness, he felt a little dizzy and almost fell to the ground without standing firmly. Rubbing his head with an abnormal headache, Jia Zhengjin asked blankly, "What's the matter? Why do I seem to fall asleep suddenly? My head hurts...... What have you done to me?"

The Great Shaman of Bartosh stood up with a blank face and turned to walk towards the bridge.

"Hey, where are you going? You haven't answered my question yet!" Jia Zhengjin shouted.

"The paintings over there have all the answers you want to know!" said the great shaman Baltos, who calmly crossed the bridge and left the water platform. As they passed by Lord Joseph, they said to him, "Go and ask that strange man for a necklace, and tell me that I lost it a long time ago." Those paintings are the reward for my necklace!"

"Necklace, what necklace?" said Lord Joseph, puzzled.

But the great shaman of Bartos did not speak again, did not even take his easel, brush, or stool, and walked slowly away the way he had come.

"What the hell happened just now?" Jia Zhengjin's mind was blank with a sore head, but the great shaman Bartos seemed to say that the painting on the ground was the answer he wanted to know.