I used rebirth to bury his captivating gaze.

Chapter 183 Yu Shuai transformed into a hungry wolf and pounced straight at him (Yu Han's divin

Suddenly, Yu Shuai's face transformed into that of a hungry wolf, lunging straight at Yang Yuhan. His appearance was utterly terrifying; how could the handsome man from both his past and present lives suddenly become like this? Yang Yuhan was terrified, but her years of honed agility allowed her to swiftly dodge to the side. Yu Shuai missed his target, knocking over a nearby table, shattering teacups on the floor.

"Who are you? Yu Shuai wouldn't do such a thing!" Yang Yuhan shouted. Yu Shuai, looking like a hungry wolf, growled and lunged at him again. Yang Yuhan seized the opportunity and kicked Yu Shuai in the stomach, knocking him back several steps.

Just then, a golden light flashed and enveloped Yu Shuai. Yu Shuai struggled in pain, but his figure gradually returned to normal within the light.

It turns out that all of this was the work of an evil force, which was trying to control Yu Shuai to deal with Yang Yuhan.

The golden light just now came from Yang Yuhan's ancestral jade pendant. The jade pendant sensed the danger and released a mysterious power to dispel the evil force.

Yang Yuhan quickly picked up a paintbrush, immediately painted a picture of the scene, and pasted it on the wall. Then:

He took out a small knife, pricked his finger, and squeezed out a drop of blood, which he then dripped onto the painting. As the blood seeped into the painting, the scene within it began to tremble slightly.

Yang Yuhan was startled, realizing that the painting had undergone some kind of special change. He moved closer to examine the painting carefully and discovered that Yu Shuai in the painting seemed to have moved slightly.

At this moment, Yu Shuai slowly woke up, saw the strange painting on the wall, and looked puzzled. Yang Yuhan briefly explained what had just happened.

Yu Shuai was shocked, and the two decided to investigate the source of this evil force. They looked around the room and found a slightly darker-colored floor tile in the corner.

Yang Yuhan pushed aside the floor tiles, revealing a hidden compartment containing a tattered booklet. Opening the booklet, she found it filled with strange symbols and patterns.

Just as they were trying to decipher it, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and pairs of red eyes flashed in the darkness.

The evil forces have not completely disappeared; in fact, they have brought helpers.

Yang Yuhan and Yu Shuai clenched their fists, back to back, ready to face the upcoming battle.

Soon, a group of about a hundred horsemen, each wielding a long steel saber, flew in from not far away and galloped straight toward them.

Yang Yuhan immediately picked up her paintbrush and drew fifty tigers. Then, with another stroke, the fifty tigers leaped out of the painting and charged straight at the group of horsemen wielding swords. The tigers roared and charged forward, the sounds of horses neighing and tigers roaring mingling together. But the horsemen showed no fear, swinging their long swords and hacking at them. Though the tigers were fierce, they were outnumbered and gradually found themselves at a disadvantage.

Seeing this, Yu Shuai picked up a wooden stick from the ground, shouted, and charged towards the enemy. Yang Yuhan quickly began to paint, this time depicting a group of ancient soldiers clad in armor and wielding long spears. As the last stroke of color fell from the tip of the brush, the soldiers charged into the battle.

However, the forces controlled by the evil power kept pouring out, seemingly endlessly. Yang Yuhan gritted her teeth, slit her wrist, and spilled more blood onto the painting.

In an instant, a gigantic fire dragon appeared on the painting, its flames roaring. The dragon soared into the air, spewing flames towards the enemy ranks. The enemy was instantly engulfed in the sea of ​​fire, letting out screams of agony.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Yuhan pulled Yu Shuai into a hidden compartment and hid. Once things quieted down outside, they reopened the booklet to study it.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the booklet and entered their minds. It turned out to be the secret of the evil force and how to deal with it. The two smiled at each other and resolved to completely destroy this evil force.

Then Yu Shuai gave a pale smile, "Your painting skills are simply too amazing. Am I dreaming? Otherwise, how could I see such a wonderful woman like you in the human world! I must have been blind not to choose you as my first wife in my past life."

"Yes, you're dreaming. You should go back to sleep and then go find your so-called wonderful ex-wife from back then."

After Yang Yuhan finished speaking, she waved her hand and immediately slammed him into a dark tent! Instantly, he was heard howling loudly in the darkness! "Yuhan, how can you be so heartless? Why can't you forgive me for the love letter I wrote you back then that rejected you?"

Yang Yuhan's lips curled into a smile, "Who cares about your ghostly love letters from back then?" Then, "Haha," she heard a heart-wrenching, trembling echo from within the black screen, gradually fading until it disappeared completely...

Yang Yuhan walked out of the frame and returned to her main gallery. After returning to the main gallery, Yang Yuhan thought everything would be peaceful from then on.

But not long after, she noticed that the paintings in the gallery were starting to look strange.

Black mist rises from the once tranquil landscape painting, and the eyes of the figures in the portrait seem to be spying from the shadows.

Yang Yuhan realized that although the evil force had been severely damaged, it still had lingering effects.

She quickly picked up her paintbrush again, trying to suppress the evil spirits with the power of her art.

But each new work is inexplicably engulfed by darkness. Just as he was getting anxious, Yu Shuai tried to break through the black screen.

Yang Yuhan quickly picked up her paintbrush again, trying to suppress the evil spirit with her painting skills. This evil spirit was none other than the inexplicable gaze of Yu Shuai from her previous life!

Then, she immediately drew a whirlwind paper painting and placed it in the black screen, making it impossible for Yu Shuai to break through. Yang Yuhan had just breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a chill run down her spine.

Turning around, she saw a pale hand reaching out from an old painting of a lady. Startled, she took a few steps back, gripping her paintbrush tightly.

At this moment, the surrounding paintings seemed to come alive, and the figures inside twisted and deformed, trying to break free from the constraints of the frames.

Yang Yuhan forced herself to remain calm, recalling some of the records in the booklet. She quickly drew a sealing rune and affixed it to the most eerie portrait of a lady. The moment the rune touched the surface, the portrait trembled violently, and the hand retracted.

But the other paintings remained restless. Suddenly, all the paintings stopped moving at the same time, and then the paint on each painting began to gather into small balls, which flew towards Yang Yuhan.

Yang Yuhan hurriedly dodged, pondering a solution as she went. She thought that since the evil stemmed from entanglements in a past life, perhaps the problem could be solved at its root.

She picked up her pen again and drew a scene from her past life, featuring a young version of herself and Yu Shuai.

However, this time she changed the course of the story; the two people in the painting get along amicably and have no resentment towards each other.

As the last stroke was made, the strangeness in the gallery gradually subsided, and the paintings returned to normal.

Yang Yuhan slumped down wearily, knowing that the crisis was temporarily over.

Then she calmed down and drew a girl with a charming appearance, fair and tender oval face, bright and fluffy almond eyes with long black eyelashes and two willow-leaf eyebrows as black as charcoal.

A slender figure wore a light blue and white polyester dress. A gentle breeze blew, and her long, black hair cascaded down to her waist. Barefoot, she slowly raised a long, pure white scarf above her head, which danced on the lush green lawn by the sea...

Suddenly, this picturesque scene began to move...