"Opera singing?" Li Huowang was instantly taken aback. Ever since the Lu Family Troupe was gone, he had not heard opera singing for a very long time.
After quickly identifying it, Li Huowang immediately determined that the sound was coming from the enormous landscape painting before him.
Just then, the huge landscape painting before Li Huowang opened like a curtain of beads, and a person crawled out from within.
A red cord was tied around this person's neck, binding a green tassel ball atop his head. He wore white feathers draped over his body, and his face was painted in the bright white stage makeup of an opera performer. Put together, he looked like someone singing onstage.
But the problem was that this fellow looked exceedingly bizarre. His sunken head was about as large as his body, his entire face was narrow and long, and one eye was larger than the other. He had many more deformities besides.
Calling him human, he looked more like a crippled remnant so malformed that even "deformed" was not enough to describe him.
That strange appearance, paired with the opera makeup on his body, created an uncanny-valley horror that was indescribably unsettling to behold.
Li Huowang no longer cared what this thing looked like. His gaze was entirely fixed on its hands, because they were a pair of Jade Hands.
Now that he was close enough, Li Huowang could see more clearly. Its fingertips were nearly transparent, gradually turning green farther up before vanishing into its costume.
"It's it! That thing can touch the real things I cultivated with its bare hands! What exactly is it? Celestial Aristocracy, or the Unspeakable Army?"
Footsteps rang out as Zhuge Yuan, fan in hand, stepped in front of Li Huowang and frowned slightly at the thing.
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