Chapter 24 A Trip to the Western Prison

“My lady, are you looking for a famous painting?” The owner of the bookstore saw a lady standing in front of a painting for so long, so he finally couldn’t help but ask.

That painting had been there in the very corner of the store and was covered with dust.

On the one hand, it wasn’t from a famous painter, and the name on the seal was not familiar to people. On the other hand, the painter didn’t draw the scholars’ favorite flowers or landscapes, which could show his artistic perception. Instead, this painting was actually rather terrifying.

Under the crimson red and gloomy background, a man was walking above the sea of blood, leaving footprints behind him. His most distant footprints were slowly turning into blooming irises which were also red. The flowers made the red sea look more gruesome, as if it was the Sura Sea in the legend.

It was hard to see that man’s face, but the look on his face seemed very breezy, as if he did