Offer blocks to the end times

“Yes, it is indeed a strange place,” Chito pulled hard on the rope to prevent Yuri from taking him away. “Yuri, stop right now! Don’t wander around. There might be danger here.”

“It’s okay, Senju said it’s very safe,” Yuri still wanted to look around, so Senju and Chito had to pull her back forcefully.

While pulling her along, Senju explained, "No, Yu, the safety I'm talking about is just a place where you can see the portal. If you run too far, you won't be able to find your way back."

"Cough cough," Yuri coughed suddenly, "What's that smell here? It's awful."

"Is there?" Senju sniffed around but didn't find any strange smell. However, Chito next to him coughed. "There's an unpleasant smell around here, and it's so hot."

Senju didn't sense anything unusual, but seeing the two coughing and sweating incessantly, he knew they were extremely uncomfortable in this place. He quickly pulled them to the teleportation portal, and with a flicker of light, the three returned to their original world.

"Ah, this place is wonderful, it's cool and the air smells so good," Yuri exclaimed in a hoarse voice. She had only been there a short time, but it had already taken a toll on her body.

Chihiro's body was in the same state, his voice a little hoarse. "Indeed, this world is so much better. Hell is too dangerous!"

"Really?" Senju asked, somewhat puzzled. She took out some milk and handed it to the two of them. "Drink this milk first; it can help heal your body."

After the two took the milk, they drank it. After a while, the abnormality on their bodies disappeared, and Yuri returned to her normal voice, "That place is too dangerous. I don't want to go there."

“That’s right, I don’t want to go there either,” Chito also agreed, seemingly frightened by the harsh environment of hell.

"Sigh, it's just like that, not as bad as you guys say," Senju said. He had been to Hell several times and had never experienced anything unusual, so he couldn't understand the two's feelings at all.

“Stare,” Chito and Yuri stared at Senju without saying a word. The environment there was anything to do with the word “ordinary.” Chito even said bluntly, “That place is really terrible. I think this place is great now. I don’t want to go to hell again at all.”

"Alright, I'll go next time," Senju said, seeing that neither of them were comfortable with the environment of Hell, so she gave up on the idea of ​​showing everyone around, as it was too difficult for those unfamiliar with it.

It's still very dangerous.

After their hellish journey, the three rested beside the statues. Qianhu looked at the statues with some confusion, "Why are some of the statues naked? Aren't they cold?"

Following her gaze, Senju saw the David throwing the stone statue, a symbol of the underdog triumphing over the strong. It looked incredibly awkward. Then, Senju noticed the area below the statue. "What's that?" she asked.

“That’s to show the beauty of the human body,” Yuri said, striking a strongman pose and swinging her arms. “That’s beauty!”

"No way," Chito retorted, glancing at Senju, whose eyes were darting around beside him. "Senju, do you know something?"

"Cough cough, what do I know? I have no idea what you're talking about, Senju," Senju practically whistled as she lied.

“Senju, you must know something,” Chito said, seeing that Senju didn’t want to say it. He took out the rope he had just untied and called to Yuri beside him, “Yuri, come and help quickly.”

“Understood,” Yuri said, grasping the rope and understanding Sento’s intentions. The two of them circled around Sento for a while, and the unsuspecting Sento was tied up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Senju jumped up from where he stood. "You're not trying to get revenge for what happened earlier, are you?"

“How could that be?” Yuri said with a mischievous grin. “I just wanted to ask a few questions.”

"You two seem to be having a lot of fun," Senju said, making a sarcastic remark to the two of them. Chito walked over and cleared his throat. "Ahem, we're not playing around. Senju, if you know what this place is for, just tell me."

“I will tell you,” Senju struggled symbolically, the ropes weren’t tied very tightly, but he didn’t intend to break free for the time being. “This should be a place for studying art.”

"Fine arts? What's that?" Chito asked again, and Senju sat down to the side. "Fine arts is the art of remembering beauty. Sculpture, painting, photography, and so on all fall under the scope of fine arts."

"Oh, is taking pictures too?" Yuri asked excitedly from the side. Seeing Senju nod, she excitedly went to study the camera, completely ignoring what art was.

“What’s that? Neither Yu nor I have it,” Qianhu pointed to the statue next to him. Qianshou looked over and had a look of sudden realization. “Oh, that’s David throwing stones. It’s about an ancient man named David who defeated a powerful enemy with stones.”

"Wait a minute," Chito called out, then took out his diary and pen from his backpack and began to write down what Senju had just said. "Is there anything else?"

"Ah, that's all. I'm not too sure either," Thousand Hands shook his head. Although he had learned a lot back then, he couldn't remember it very well now. He couldn't remember whether David was a Jewish king or some other king. He should have been a king, right?

However, Senju's words did not satisfy Chito. She leaned closer, her face serious, "Senju, do you know what that is?"

Chapter 134 I Don't Understand Realistic Paintings

"Hey, Chihiro, what are you doing?" Senju shouted as she saw Chito's outstretched hand reaching for her. "This isn't a place for a good girl to grab."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Senju?" Sento grabbed Senju's crotch, only touching a layer of hard armor. "Is there something here?"

"Great, boohoo," Senju thought to herself, thankful that she was wearing armor, but why did she feel a little disappointed? "It's nothing, I'm just like a statue here."

Completely unaware of what he was saying, Senju was caught in a dilemma. While he was struggling with his thoughts, Chito started drawing on the statue. After a while, he spoke up, "Senju, what do you think of the drawing?"

Senju stared at the drawing before him, unsure how to react. The originally muscular Western sculpture had been transformed into a distorted cartoon character by Senju. Without comparison, it was impossible to connect the two.

Senju suppressed the thoughts in her mind before speaking, "Well, form... spirit precedes form, so you could say the neighborhood is a soul painter."

"Sigh, what is a soul?" Yuri, who had just finished looking at the camera, jumped out again. "Does that mean Chihiro draws really well? Draw one for me too!"

“No, that’s not it. Senju’s explanation sounds a bit strange, but it doesn’t matter,” Chito put away the diary and untied the ropes binding Senju. “Let’s go look around somewhere else.”

“I agree,” Senju quickly agreed, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Yuri, who was next to her, saw that there was nothing new here and also agreed.

Senju ignored the portal left behind and left the room with the two of them, returning to the corridor. After walking for a while, they saw a staircase leading upstairs.

"What's up there?" Yuri asked curiously. The three of them went up the stairs and entered the second floor. They then saw many pictures hanging in the corridor.

Yuri looked at the painting hanging on the wall and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, it's a painting!"

Qianhu also started looking around, then stopped in front of a portrait. "This looks very old."

Thousand Hands also saw this painting. It should be an image depicting a myth or legend, showing a naked woman standing inside a seashell, presumably suggesting she was born from a seashell. Could this be a Western version of the Conch Shell?

mother?

"Sigh, did people always go around naked back then?" Yuri wondered. "Wasn't she cold?"

"Hey, Yu, didn't you see they were about to hand out clothes? They're obviously afraid of the cold," Thousand Hands said, spouting nonsense.

“No, I don’t think she’s naked,” Qianhu said, looking at the woman in the portrait who was covering her body. He then complained to the two people next to him, “And this isn’t about whether she’s cold or not.”

"Is that so?" Yuri couldn't understand. "Won't you be cold without clothes?"

“No, they’re all dressed right here,” Chito ran to the painting next to her and pointed it out to Yuri. It depicted three dressed peasant women working in the field.

"Really? What are they doing? These plants look so familiar!" Yuri exclaimed, pointing to a bunch of plants after observing them carefully for a while.

Senju also came over, and after looking at the painting, she recognized it. "Oh, it's 'The Gleaners'! The image looks so familiar. They're picking up ears of wheat."

"Ears of wheat?" Qianhu asked, puzzled. "What are those?"

“These plants are wheat, and the edible part of wheat is in these ears of wheat,” Senju explained to the two, pointing to the portrait. However, the two still looked puzzled. “Wheat? Isn’t that what Senju grows? Do we need to pick it up?”

"Ahem, my wheat is different. The wheat here needs to be threshed, ground into flour, and finally made into bread," Senju could only explain it this way. If his wheat had been the same as the real thing, he would have thrown the seeds away long ago.

"So this is how bread is made," Chitoko said, understanding a bit more. No wonder these people were picking wheat ears; food was always in short supply, no matter the time. She took a few pictures of the painting.

Thousand Hands looked at the famous painting, having no intention of putting it away. The painting was of no use to him, so he might as well leave it there to collect dust.

“Oh, it’s a tree,” Yuri ran over to the painting next to her and looked at it again. “But why are the trees in this painting round?”

“Yes, it is indeed very strange,” Chito glanced at Senju, and then continued, “Perhaps this is a tree unique to the past.”

Senju looked around nervously, completely surprised that there were still paintings left, since there wasn't even a blade of grass left.

“Yes, that’s what I thought too. Is this a painting of a landscape from the past?” Yuri looked at the scenery in the painting, somewhat dazed. It was a view she had never seen before.

“I think so,” Qianhu leaned over the painting and examined it closely. “Indeed, it’s covered in paint. It’s amazing.”

Yuri, standing beside her, was still puzzled. She glanced at the camera hanging around Chito's neck and said, "But can't you just take pictures of the scenery?"

"Hmm...uh," Chito looked at the camera hanging around his neck, unsure of what to say.

The three then looked at other portraits. After a while, Qianhu realized the reason. "But these landscapes are all scenes that our cameras have never photographed. Maybe they were landscapes before cameras existed."

"Hmm, what about this painting?" Yuri suddenly stopped in front of a portrait, waiting for Senju and Chito to come over before continuing, "It's obvious that it depicts an era when cameras were used."

“This is indeed a camera,” Qianhu said, looking at the portrait and unable to deny it. The portrait depicted a man taking a picture with a tripod camera.

"This is so hard to understand," Senju said, looking at the complex drawings and not daring to comment further. "What drawings? I've only ever seen illustrations in books before."

Senju couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Senju feign ignorance. "These portraits aren't necessarily scenes that will appear in reality. Art comes from reality, yet transcends it. You can't paint with a camera."

"Senju's language is so hard to understand, and there are many paintings here that I don't understand either," Yuri rarely complained about Senju, but her words hit the nail on the head. He also had many things he didn't understand about the paintings here.

"Ahem, that's art. Anyway, these paintings all have profound meanings. It's okay if you don't understand them," Senju answered Yuri's question with an all-knowing answer.

Chapter 135 The Painting

"Oh, I see," Yuri said, seemingly understanding but not quite, as she continued her tour.

As the three of them toured the site, the paintings on the adjacent wall gradually changed from normal portraits and landscapes to a somewhat distorted style. Senju noticed a famous painting on the wall called "The Scream," but Chito and Yuri didn't notice it at all.

Walking a little further, the distorted figures and landscapes turned into incomprehensible lines. Yuri looked at these paintings and didn't know how to comment. "I don't understand these paintings at all. Is this 'art'? I can't understand what they depict at all."

“While that’s true, these should be proper paintings, right?” Chito looked at the distorted lines around him, completely baffled, and didn’t want to take any more pictures. He glanced at the enigmatic Senju behind him and asked, “Senju, do you know what these paintings are?”

Senju, who was pretending to admire the paintings in the back, was taken aback. He thought to himself, "How would I know?" But he couldn't say it out loud. After thinking for a while, he finally spoke, "These must have a very deep meaning, but I can't explain it clearly in a moment, so I won't say it."

"Huh?" Chito and Yuri were stunned for a moment, then started to complain, "Chito, you too..."

You don't understand, do you?

"Cough cough, how could that be?" Senju was still trying to hold on from behind, but the two people in front continued to look at the paintings and ignored him.

Senju followed behind, admiring the paintings. Although he didn't understand what these geometrically pieced-together images were about, he figured they must have profound meanings, but most people just wouldn't understand them.

Qian Shou glanced at the sign below and realized that he didn't understand everything written on it. He only knew the name of the painter and the year of the painter's existence, and that he was a famous painter. He knew nothing else.

After the three of them walked past these geometric and abstract paintings, Yuri stopped in front of one of them. "Why is this painting completely black?"

"Maybe this is a depiction of darkness," Chito said, unsure of what else to say, so he simply spoke the truth. Senju, on the other hand, was trying to find a similar work, one that was either pure white or pure blue.

After searching for a while without finding it, Senju and the other two stared intently at the painting, trying to understand its secrets. However, all they could see was a pitch-black canvas. What could it possibly mean? Senju had no idea.

“But staring at this painting for a while, I kept getting this strange feeling,” Chito said after looking at the painting for a while. “I’m getting hungry.”

“No, I think this reaction is normal,” Yuri also felt a little hungry. After all, the three of them had been out for a long time, so it was normal to feel hungry.

Just as Yuri was about to say something, she suddenly noticed something strange in front of her, so she ran over to take a look, while Senju and Chito continued to admire the other paintings.

Just as Senju and Chito were admiring the paintings they couldn't understand, Yuri's voice came from ahead, "Chi, Senju!"

"What happened?" The two rushed over and saw a painting lying on the ground. Yuri pointed to the painting on the ground and showed it to them, "Look at this, it's fallen over."

"Wow, what a huge painting!" Qianhu exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the painting lying on the ground. Although he didn't know what the painting depicted, it was very large, measuring seven or eight meters in length and three or four meters in width, much larger than the ones he had just seen.

Senju ran over to a sign and started looking at it. "What is this? God? Machine? What is it saying? I don't understand at all."

As Senju reminisced, Chito began to carefully observe the situation behind the picture frame, where she could see several broken ropes. "Was it because the ropes broke that it fell down?"

"Hmm, I can't move it," Yuri said, trying to lift the painting with all her might, but it wouldn't budge, so she had to give up.

"As for those three people," Chito thought for a moment, then called to Senju beside him, and the three of them together lifted the painting with all their might, "Mmm-hmm-hmm."

Unfortunately, after using all their strength, the three of them could only lift the painting a little higher; they couldn't make it stand up at all. They had no choice but to give up. "This won't do. Is there any other way?"

The three of them sat down to one side, panting. Yuri was a little unwilling. "We've already done so much, I really want to see what this painting is about."