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Watching the scroll laid out before him tremble violently, Chen Hao who was lying on the bed suddenly got up and stood on the bed, retreating a few steps away from the scroll as he looked at Zhao Chong with alarm and asked, "What's happening here? Why do I feel like this scroll is about to explode?"
Unfortunately for Chen Hao, no sooner had his words fallen than the scroll suddenly hissed as it tore apart, emitting a wisp of white smoke. When the white smoke had dissipated, the scroll had turned into fragments, each piece marked with scorch marks.
"I guess since you defeated the demon within the painting, the sealing power inside self-destructed the scroll!" Zhao Chong explained, frowning.
"Oh!" Chen Hao feigned an epiphany, though he was very clear about what was actually happening.
"You fool, aren't you going to tell Zhao Chong about this?" At that moment, Ye Yuqiao's voice suddenly rang in Chen Hao's mind.