The distant silhouette of a lone sail fades into the azure sky, leaving only the Yangtze River flowing to the horizon.
Julius Reed was quite surprised. Why, after entering the door he came out from, did he see a completely different scene?
Could it be that after he left, the Netherworld Hall underwent a change?
He quickly dismissed the thought.
That wasn't the case.
The Netherworld Hall couldn't possibly be this vast, or have water and trees.
Adding to the words on the painting, the only explanation was that he had come to a place other than the Netherworld Hall.
Somewhere else, like the inside of a toilet.
When flushed, it goes into the sewer.
But you never know where it might lead to from the sewer.
Julius Reed was only slightly taken aback, without any worries.
"Where is this?" he asked the painting, looking down.
The painting didn't respond.
It was apparent that the painting had given up.
It seemed completely unafraid of Julius Reed's threats.
