"This is inside the oil painting? Unbelievable. It's practically like another world." Wang Yong looked around, finding it utterly inconceivable.
This was his first time entering an oil painting.
"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to a Ghost Domain. The oil painting is merely a vessel. It could be an oil painting, a photograph, or anything else, so there's nothing worth making such a fuss over," Yang Jian said.
He had encountered plenty of similar things and had long since grown accustomed to them.
But for someone who had only just come into contact with such things, it was naturally quite unbelievable.
"Should we chase after him?" Wang Yong asked.
Yang Jian looked at the black door. It was the only way out of the little room. The old man had escaped through it earlier, but Yang Jian had no idea what lay beyond, because this was the world inside an oil painting. Like the Ghost Painting from before, it was strange and unknown.
If they rashly went deeper, they might very well become trapped inside and never get out.
But if they did not pursue him, the trail to Sun Rui would go cold again.
Just then.
Another person crawled into the oil painting and appeared in the little room.
It was Zhou Ze. The moment he came in, he said, "I was worried, so I came in to see what was going on. How are things now? Has that thing been dealt with?"
"It ran away and only left behind an arm." Wang Yong shook his head and pointed at the black door.
Zhou Ze saw the extremely unusual arm on the ground and looked startled as well. He had apparently not expected people to really be hidden inside the oil painting.
"Wang Yong, stay here and