<h4>Chapter 2177: Chapter 2177: If You Know, You Know</h4>


    The painting didn’t speak.


    Instead, it kept changing.


    First, an airnended on top of the Dusty tform.


    Immediately after, Trent Marsh began to rebel and fought with the Prophet and others.


    In the next painting, Trent Marshy on the ground, held up by a Martial Monk, carried to the entrance of an elevator inside the Dusty tform.


    The scene shifted.


    Trent Marsh and his group arrived at the base of the Dusty tform.


    On the ruins of the ce where the Nine Spirits Temple once existed.


    In the next scene, the Prophet seemed to threaten, wanting Trent Marsh to do something.


    The Prophet pointed to a wall, but Trent Marsh shook his head and refused.


    Afterwards, the Prophet seemed angry.


    Trent Marsh still refused.


    The scene shifted.


    The Prophet held a blood-stained knife, a corpsey on the ground, and there was a severed head.


    The scene stopped here.


    There was no more change.


    "Dead?" Julius Reed slightly furrowed his brow.


    Based on the timing of the information Hawthorne received, the Prophet and Trent Marsh were still airborne.


    Yet, the images seemed to foresee future events.


    "Exin this clearly, what does this mean, is this your prediction, or what?"


    Julius Reed questioned aloud.


    But the painting remained unresponsive.


    As if frozen at thest scene.


    The moment the head fell.


    "Either show what happens next. Or say what you’re trying to express, that Trent Marsh was killed, this action failed. Or you say nothing at all. Or are you misleading me?"


    No matter how Julius Reed asked, the painting didn’t respond.


    "ying dead, huh, fine." Julius Reed picked up a teacup, took a sip, and then sprayed it at the painting!


    The material of the painting was very special, like waterproof fabric.


    The sprayed tea rolled offpletely.


    Drop by drop, the painting remained unaffected, spotless.


    "Heh, not afraid of water, then try fire?" Julius Reed spread his palm, turned around to grab a bottle of gasoline from under the table.


    But at that moment, something marvelous happened.


    The contents of the painting disappeared entirely, leaving only two words and a symbol.


    Green tea?


    "You like green tea too? What does a painting know about tea?" Julius Reed grew interested in this painting.


    Previously, guided by the painting, he entered the divine realm and met Dragon Dance.


    Even more interestingly, the painting kept predicting his death, yet instead of dying, Julius Reed became stronger.


    He wanted to hear the painting’s thoughts, only to find it seemedcking in consciousness.


    Whatever the painting thought would appear on the canvas.


    ’What man doesn’t like green tea? I’m a tea connoisseur.’


    After showing this line, more words appeared.


    ’That’s all I have to say, no more talking.’


    "Alright then, let’s y slowly." Julius Reed opened the gasoline can, took a sip of gasoline, and sprayed it at the painting!


    Simultaneously lighting it with a ghostly me.


    Whoosh!


    The me burned directly back.


    Almost dazing Julius Reed.


    For ordinary people, gasoline is lethal!


    But Julius Reed was different; he was no ordinary human.


    The painting suddenly ignited into mes.


    Julius Reed only intended to scare the painting; using Evil Qi would undoubtedly destroy itpletely.


    ’Can’t speak anymore, long live Miss Davenport.’


    The painting’s words were very helpless.


    "Exin clearly what you mean by what’s disyed above." Julius Reed’s hand kept the me dancing.


    ’Possible future events.’


    After this message was disyed, it returned to nk.


    Regarding this eerie painting, Julius Reed suddenly recalled that pocket watch.


    These two items, one able to foresee the future, the other capable of returning to the past.


    What’s the connection between them?


    "Do you know of a pocket watch that can return to the past?"


    Julius Reed asked aloud.


    But the painting didn’t respond.


    Only the white canvas flickered briefly.


    Though brief in time, Julius Reed’s eyes were no longer ordinary.


    He could instantly discern the difference.


    The disyed image was indeed that pocket watch.


    There is indeed a connection!


    "Since you don’t want to talk, then don’t." Julius Reed turned and left the office.


    Just as he left, the painting disyed the old pocket watch.


    Beside the pocket watch sat a person.


    The person first created the watch, then used the leftover wood and materials to craft this picture frame.


    Inside the frame.


    Was a person.


    That person wore a joyous smile.


    ...


    "Shadow Kims, you say the original owner of the Dusty tform was Ilia Danvers, right?" Julius Reed pushed open Shadow Kims’ office door, asking.


    "That’s right, what’s up?" Shadow Kims was curious why Julius Reed suddenly queried about this.


    "Ilia Danvers managed it for so long, returning shouldn’t be difficult, right?" Julius Reed continued.


    "Running it for thousands of years is simr to how you manage Demarco Mount. The Dusty tform harbors many secrets, but Ilia Danvers was unwilling to disclose them to us. Now that he returned to Mont, I suspect it has more to do with the Golden Dragon than fearing Trent Marsh."


    Shadow Kims shared his spections.


    Years ago, he partnered with Ilia Danvers, often visiting the Dusty tform, gaining some understanding of both the ce and Ilia Danvers.


    In that era, Ilia Danvers was esteemed alongside the Prophet as the two emperors of Huangyan.


    His formidable prowess was evident.


    In terms of influence, far surpassing the Six Emperors.


    Although, inparison to Julius Reed, somewhat inferior.


    "Can you reach Ilia Danvers?" Julius Reed asked, intending to leverage Ilia Danvers’ power to distract the Prophet.


    After all, the trick of luring the tiger from the mountain had been overused; he couldn’t leave Gonzalez City easily.


    Hill Leocadia, Pranay Martinez, and others all eyed him keenly.


    "Difficult." Shadow Kims resignedly replied, "Presently, Ilia Danvers is missing, and in Mont, we have no one from the Funeral Alliance."


    "Fine, take some time to study that painting in my room; I suspect it’s connected to that watch." Julius Reed patted Shadow Kims on the shoulder, about to leave.


    "Wait." Shadow Kims stood up, presenting a paper to Julius Reed: "This is my recent research result, have a look. I scoured various relic documents, deducing that Silvio Reed didn’t die. But to protect an item, he was forced to disappear."


    "How did you find this out?" Julius Reed was astonished, as Shadow Kims seemingly knew more than him, yet his deduction was unexpected.


    "I befriended some god n members, asionally discussing my ideas with Dragon Dance, deducing through these." Shadow Kims spoke mysteriously: "I specte Trent Marsh hinted Hill Leocadia back then, leading to Dragon Dance’s departureter, then dispatched Hill Leocadia to assassinate Silvio Reed, eventually killing to silence."


    "Hill Leocadia, the king of assassins, likely survived because of that. And Silvio Reed, he probably didn’t die, leveraging strategy, hinting Dragon Dance, trapping Trent Marsh in the divine realm for millennia. Ultimately, only Silvio Reed remains the final victor in this world. And you, I can say with certainty, aren’t Silvio Reed."


    Shadow Kims confidently stated.


    "What makes you think this?" Julius Reed grew interested.


    "Because Silvio Reed wasn’t lustful, but you..."


    Shadow Kims chuckled.


    He didn’t borate further.


    "Those who understand will understand."