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When Sun Hai decided to leave the casino, he got into a magnificent sedan chair adorned with gem-encrusted gold decorations at each corner, shimmering with dazzling light.
Servants and attendants, dressed in splendid attire, skillfully transported large quantities of gold and silver treasures, some in the form of gold bars and others in silver coins, moving swiftly yet with no room for error.
Four strong bearers carried the sedan chair steadily, bringing Sun Hai back to his mansion.
In no time, they arrived at Sun Hai's luxurious and majestic mansion, situated in a vast courtyard surrounded by towering walls. The mansion's grand entrance was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, and lifelike stone lions stood guard at the front gate, exuding an imposing presence.
In his mansion, the servants and attendants swiftly moved his acquired wealth into the storage room. The door of this storage room was thick and sturdy, equipped with multiple security measures to ensure the safety of the riches.
Later, Sun Hai sat in a spacious seat, watching his wealth being gradually stored away, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride.
His mansion is like a magnificent treasure palace, exuding an atmosphere of luxury and power.
As he sits in the luxurious living room, various artworks, antiques, and gold and silverware are displayed before him. The walls of the mansion are adorned with famous paintings, each of inestimable value, reflecting the wealth and taste of the owner.
Sun Hai is in his mansion, contentedly counting the silver coins, and the mountains of gold and silver treasures are eye-catching.
He prides himself on being extremely clever and has succeeded in winning a fortune at the casino. However, his gaze lingered on a famous painting in the room. The painting depicts Guan Yu with delicate brushwork, exuding a stern and majestic aura. Sun Hai admires it with delight, unaware of the astonishing secret hidden within the painting.
Suddenly, Guan Gong in the painting moved! His eyes were shining with life, and he aimed a giant blade at Sun Hai, with the cold light of the blade radiating all around.
Sun Hai panicked and leaped backward, narrowly avoiding being struck by the eerie blade.
He said in shock, "This... how is this possible?"
The image of Guan Gong in the painting was majestic and imposing. The moment he stepped out of the frame, the entire room seemed to be suffocated by his authority.
His voice was thunderous, yet it also echoed as if coming from a distant valley:
"You have committed numerous evils, abusing your power to oppress the people, engaging in usury, kidnapping virtuous women, and even resorting to murder and arson without hesitation. Your crimes are countless. Do you acknowledge your guilt?"
Sun Hai was so frightened that his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and his legs almost lost their strength. His mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The figure of Guan Gong became even more imposing, and the Qinglong Yanyuedao in his hand shimmered with a cold light, like a cold meteor, full of momentum, as if it could launch a deadly blow at any moment.
The tense atmosphere seemed to have solidified, as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
His voice reverberated through the entire room, like a gentle breeze dispersing the thick fog.
Guan Gong turned his head, and his long beard fluttered slightly in the breeze, like a battle flag on the battlefield. The Qinglong Yanyuedao in his hand suddenly cut through the air, leaving behind a thunderous aura.
"Hesitation and indecision only confirm guilt. You should face divine punishment, what defense do you dare to make?"
Sun Hai seemed to be completely overwhelmed by this momentum, finally doubting the choices he had made in his life. He trembled as he looked at Guan Gong, then turned to the ancient painting that he had thought was just ordinary.
At this extremely critical moment, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin suddenly appeared in the corner of the room like phantoms.
Wu Sheng Frowning, with sharp eyes, waving a hand and shouting, "Stop!"
Wu Sheng Wearing a white robe, with a calm expression, while Hang Lin is dressed in a blue robe, with a glint of wisdom in his eyes. They exude an extraordinary presence with the dignity and demeanor of immortals.
He sternly rebuked, "Fake Guan Gong, stop using the image of Guan Gong to commit violence!"
Guan Gong stopped his attack, his gaze became confused, as if something was distorting inside him.
Sun Hai uncontrollably trembled and said, "Who are you? Why did Guan Gong come out of the painting?"
Wu Sheng calmly replied, "We are here to solve this problem. This is not the real Guan Gong, but a kind of monster transformed by evil magic."
Hang Lin, calmly observing the painting: "The Guan Gong in this painting is being manipulated by some kind of demon. He is not a true deity, just a puppet."
Sun Hai incredulously widens his eyes and says, "A puppet? Then... then why did he attack me?"
Wu Sheng impatiently said, "Do you even need to ask? He's here to deal with you because of your many wrongdoings."
Hang Lin turned to Sun Hai and said, "You'd better leave this room. We need to handle this Guan Gong, and we may not be able to take care of you when we return."
Sun Hai After listening, I was shocked and didn't say much. I quickly got up, grabbed my things, and left the room.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin are focusing on the painting, trying to break through it.
The atmosphere in the room becomes more tense, with the presence of the deities sharply contrasting with the transform in the painting, making the scene extremely striking.
Hang Lin Taking a deep breath, his brows slightly furrowed as his hands slowly reached towards the Guan Gong in the painting. Wu Sheng stood by, watching every move of Hang Lin.
In the painting, Guan Gong still maintained his attacking posture, but his expression became more frenzied, as if he were being restrained by something invisible.
His giant sword trembled in the air, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.
Hang Lin began to chant ancient spells in a low voice, his fingers gently touching the canvas. A faint light shot out from his fingertips, slowly seeping into the painting.
Under the influence of the light, Guan Gong in the painting let out a deafening roar. His body suddenly burst into a strong light, like a brilliant meteor, piercing through everything in the room, making it impossible to look directly at it.
Wu Sheng raised his arm vigilantly, blocking the light. His white robe fluttered in the wind, resembling a deity in a fairyland.
In the painting, Guan Gong roars, wielding his giant blade even more fiercely, but gradually, a light binds him, slowing his movements as if he's imprisoned by invisible shackles.
The incantation of " Hang Lin " grows more intense, his brow furrows, and sweat beads on his forehead. With a finger pointed, a rune appears on the canvas, rapidly spreading to envelop Guan Gong completely.
Wu Sheng shouted loudly, " Hang Lin, put an end to this transformation quickly!"
Hang Lin's face turned pale. He used every last bit of strength to suppress Guan Gong's transformation.
Guan Gong's body gradually became blurry and eventually dissipated into the light.
With their efforts, the figure of Guan Gong in the painting gradually lost its power and ultimately disappeared into the painting, returning the artwork to a regular calligraphy piece.
The whole room returned to tranquility, and the light gradually dissipated. Hang Lin and Wu Sheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
Wu Sheng said calmly, "The monster has been eliminated and will no longer pose a threat to the mortal realm."
Hang Lin sat down wearily, sweat covering his forehead. He recalled the battle just now and couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
Wu Sheng took a deep breath and said, "The problem has been solved, but we still need to find the gambler who manipulated this painting - transform - Liang Ji."
Hang Lin: "Yes, he is the last one to transform, catching him is equivalent to catching all of The Immortal in the Painting."
During the intense battle between Wu Sheng and Hang Lin and Guan Gong, Sun Hai suddenly felt a palpitation, and his whole body involuntarily shrank. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, a strong pain surged, and he subconsciously grabbed his chest, only to find his hand covered in blood.
"What... what's going on?" Xun Hai's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with fear.
He tried to stand up and escape from this terrifying scene, but his body no longer obeyed him, as if it were bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
Just as he felt his life slipping away, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps. Xun Hai couldn't turn his head to look, but he knew someone was approaching him.
"Aren't you fond of gambling? This time, you're gambling with your life." The gambler transform-Liang Ji's voice rang out coldly.
His eyes were filled with a cold smile. A dark force surged from his hand and attacked Xun Hai.
Xun Hai felt a tremendous pressure overwhelming him, causing him to collapse weakly to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth as the flame of life gradually extinguished.
His eyes were filled with despair, and his last breath dissipated in this terrifying moment.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin slowly approached, gazing at Xun Hai's lifeless body.
Wu Sheng shook his head gently, his tone filled with deep contemplation, "It seems he still can't escape this calamity."
Hang Lin Liang Ji calmly gazes at the gambler who is still lingering here, his eyes revealing determination. "Aren't you worried that we will deal with you?"
The gambler transform - Liang Ji smiles faintly, his tone full of confidence. "To deal with or not to deal with, that is all your choice. But I think what you are more concerned about is, who is the real monster after all, isn't it?"
His words made Wu Sheng and Hang Lin fall into contemplation.
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