"Quiet!hiss~" The snake man didn't look back, said coldly, and continued the movements in his hand.

"Yes!" Joseph, as the lord of the port of Mirri's Creek, did not dare to be disrespectful in front of him, and honestly stood beside the snake man without saying a word.

The snake man's thin, snake-scaled hand controlled the paintbrush and continued to paint, without paying any attention to Lord Joseph and Jia Zhengjin and others.

No, his eyes were wide open, but there were no pupils, only pale eyeballs.

I don't know how he managed to draw so fluently like a blind man.

"What's going on?" Noel asked with a frown after seeing Lord Joseph pass by, standing still like a little daughter-in-law.

"Yes, why didn't he let the Great Shaman of Bartosh stop painting?" said Adi Lilily, bored, "Do you want us to keep waiting?"

"Why don't you just go over there?" General Roald couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Elven King.

"Don't worry!" Jia Zhengjin hurriedly said to them, "If this great shaman really has the ability to predict our arrival, if he can really find the whereabouts of the Beluga Temple for us, then he will definitely be able to foresee more things." Since he is not in a hurry, there must be a reason. We'll wait a bit!"

Jia Zhengjin said this, and everyone naturally had no opinion. So they all waited boredly in place!

After about four or five minutes, the snake man finally stopped his paintbrush and said coldly to Joseph, "All right! Give this painting to that strange human!"

"Yes!" Lord Joseph walked respectfully, hesitantly removing the fur from the drawing board, and returned with it across the stone bridge.

There were only three humans on the scene, and they were led by Lord Kean of the Holy Dragon City. I don't understand what strange humans are all about, but the great shaman must be talking about Lord Keane, right?

Lord Joseph decisively handed the fur painting to Jia Zhengjin: "Lord Kean, this is the painting given to you by the great shaman!"

"Yo, so good, and a greeting gift?" Jia Zhengjin was a little surprised, grabbed the edge of the fur painting casually, and carefully moved it in front of him, "Let me see what I painted?"

Although the others did not understand, they all immediately gathered together and looked down curiously.

"Keane!!

"It's really you!" Noel also stared at the person on the painting who looked exactly like Jia Zhengjin in surprise.

Everyone else is the same, when they see that the protagonist in this painting is Jia Zhengjin, they all show shocked expressions. And the content of the painting makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The atmosphere of the whole painting is very oppressive, and the surrounding embellishments are also very eerie.

There is only one character in the painting, and that is Jia Zhengjin!

But his appearance was very miserable, he was pierced through the chest by a rather large insect spike, bleeding from all his orifices, hanging lifelessly, and completely a corpse.

As soon as I came over, I gave myself such a touching painting, although I was surprised that the other party could draw himself so realistically, and he could recognize it at a glance. But Jia Zhengjin was quite unhappy!

The expressions of the teammates around him were different, and they were obviously frightened by the bloody and oppressive painting.

Lord Joseph hadn't looked carefully before, but now he looked at it curiously, and was dumbfounded: "This, this...... Could it be the death prophecy of the Great Shaman?"

"Death notice?" Jia Zhengjin turned his head to look at Lord Joseph, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Lord Keane!" Lord Joseph said nervously to him, "The Great Shaman can foresee the future, so he often draws scenes that don't happen, but are sure to happen. A year ago, he had painted one for Lord Hao Bo of the Pig-People. In the painting, Lord Hao Bo died by drowning! Since then, Lord Hao Bo has been staying away from any water source, trying to escape his fate. However, a week later, Lord Hao Bo was ordered by His Majesty the Beast King to send troops to support the bandits, although he deliberately avoided any place where there was water, but suddenly encountered a surprise attack by a large number of bandit troops, and the army was powerless to resist. In the process of escaping, Lord Hober had no intention of escaping to a nearby lake, and as a result, he fell into the water and drown......ed!

"Keane, what did he say?" Tina and the others couldn't understand Joseph's words, so they looked at Jia Zhengjin suspiciously.

"Hmph! boring!" Jia Zhengjin frowned and rolled up the fur painting, reaching out and handing it to Joseph, "You give it back to him!"

"Lord Keane, this is a gift from the Great Shaman of Bartosh, you can't return it! And even if you do, it's useless! What needs to happen will happen......" Lord Joseph said worriedly, "Could the insect giant foot in the painting be the god Belluga? Although there is only one insect giant foot, it looks quite similar." This time, you and the Elven King have come to stop the Dark Dragon from resurrecting the god Belluga. Does that mean your operation will fail and you will be killed by the god Beluga?"

Jia Zhengjin frowned, will the prophecy of the great shaman of Bartosh really come true?

He is not afraid of death, after all, he is a man who has died once. And if you can't stop the dark dragon, this world will be destroyed, and you won't be able to live. Horizontal and vertical are death, what is there to fear?

However, he has the gift of the goddess of life, and he has the amulet of rebirth, so he can come back to life even if he is killed once! This painting doesn't seem to have any meaning! Unless the god Belluga can make himself unable to use the amulet of rebirth, and make the gift of the goddess of life invalid for himself!

Seeing that Joseph was unwilling to return the painting to the great shaman Bartosh, Jia Zhengjin did not want to keep such an obscure thing, so he simply took out the torch and lit it and threw it aside.

"Lord Keane, this ......" Joseph was dumbfounded, he had never seen anyone dare to be so disrespectful to the paintings of the Great Shaman of Bartosh.

"Okay! We came here this time to inquire about the whereabouts of the Beiluga Temple, as well as the news of the Dark Dragon! If he really has the ability, he will help us find the other party! As for what will happen next, then don't worry!" Jia Zhengjin said in a cold voice, "Please go over and ask him, if he has the ability to help us find the Beiruga Temple, if he can't, do you know that other people can help us!"

"Alright!" Lord Joseph looked down at the burning painting, and felt a pity in his heart. After all, the paintings of the great shaman of Bartos are quite precious treasures, "I'll help you ask!"

When Lord Joseph walked back to the platform, Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took out the gift of the goddess of life from the virtual backpack, and handed it directly to Tina: "Take it!"

"Keane, do you believe that the painting is going to happen?" said Tina, worried.

"I'd rather believe it than believe it!" Although Jia Zhengjin was not very happy, he couldn't ignore it, "If I really have an accident, you use it to resurrect me!"

"Hmm!" Tina quickly put the gift of the goddess of life into a cotton bag and covered it very nervously. The thought that her husband might be killed like in the painting scared her.