All of them felt a chill run through their bodies as they slowly and stiffly turned to face the strange portrait. Even those whose likeness had already appeared before and survived were no exception. Who knew if this cursed painting would strike again?0

Then, the dragon-headed bird-bodied deity’s image faded away, rippling like water, and a new portrait emerged. This time, it was a tall, sharply featured, strikingly handsome young Daoist. At his waist hung an antique long sword, and his robe seemed to ripple in the wind.0

Zhang Wei’s face went pale in terror. “Dammit! It’s Daoist Master Cao Cao!”0

He swallowed with difficulty and looked at Li Yanchu, while the other people in the room simultaneously exhaled in relief. After all, this meant they might survive this round.0

Just then,...0