"I have many beautiful paintings like this. If you let me go, I will give you ten of them. No, I will give you one hundred." Han Sen realized he was only worth one painting. He felt depressed.
"What do you know? This is a sky silk painting drawn by Extreme King Film King himself.
It is a painting of the love of Film King's life.
It is a shame he was never able to win her heart.
In the end, Film King saw the person he loved fly into the sky and break the door.
She entered the geno hall.
He knew he would never see her again.
He was so sad that he drew this sky silk painting."
After pausing for a moment, Holy Thief continued to say, "This painting contains Movie King's lovesickness and his state of mind. It is not something a normal painting can compare to. There is no other painting like this in the world … It is truly a good painting …"
Holy Pirate did not look at Han Sen. He kept admiring the sky silk painting and complimenting it.
"Did the people of the Extreme King use this painting to trade for my life?" Han Sen guessed what was going on.
"You just need to wait here. I will not trouble you. You are free to do whatever you want. If you do not behave, I will lock you up." Holy Pirate did not lock Han Sen up. He was confident Han Sen would not be able to escape him.
"Who are you?" Han Sen asked.
"Have you heard of Holy Pirate from the Pirates?" Holy Pirate asked with a cocky look.
"I have heard of the Pirates, but I have not heard of Holy Pirate."
Han Sen was not trying to provoke him. He had never heard of him. After all, Han Sen did not know much about the universe. No one had ever told him about someone like Holy Pirate, so he did not know.
"It is fine if you do not know. You just need to stay here." After that, Holy Pirate ignored Han Sen. He continued admiring the sky silk painting.
Han Sen asked a few more questions, but Holy Pirate ignored him. He was drunk on the sky silk painting.
Han Sen moved closer to take a look. He noticed that above the nine skies, there was a palace that looked like a god temple. It was very similar to the geno hall he was in.
Han Sen wanted to ask who the woman in the painting was. She had the power to enter the geno hall, so she had to be an elite.
But Holy Thief ignored him. He just stared at the painting with infatuation. He was almost drooling.
After taking two bites of the fruit, it tasted very sweet and fragrant. There was also a warm current spreading throughout his body. It seemed that this was not an ordinary fruit. However, for Han Sen's current body, this fruit was not very useful.
"This weird old man, who calls himself Holy Pirate, can enter and exit Space Garden freely. I am afraid his level is very high. My body does not have any power. I do not think it is possible for me to rely on brute force to escape." Han Sen rolled his eyes and said to Holy Pirate, "Is it okay if I walk around the valley?"
Seeing the weird old man ignore him, Han Sen walked out. He wanted to find out more about the place.
The valley was not big. Aside from a few small wooden houses, there were all kinds of weird flowers, grass, birds, and beasts. It was a good place to hide.
Not long after, Han Sen went to the entrance of the valley. He looked outside. It was a different scene. He saw yellow sand everywhere. Outside was a big desert. It was like a different world from the valley.
He did not leave the valley. Han Sen turned around and walked into the valley.
When Han Sen walked to the back of the wooden houses, he saw a picture drawn on the wall. It looked like a game of Go, but it was a game that hadn't been completed yet.
"This looks like Go, but Go only has nineteen by nineteen grid lines. There are several times more grid lines here, but from the black and white pieces and tactics, it does look like Go."
When Han Sen practiced Heavenly Go, he studied Go. He was not an expert, but his Go skills were not weak.
After looking at it for a while, he was able to confirm that the rules of Go were similar to Go. What was more, the picture was an incomplete game.
"Is this Holy Thief crazy about Go? Is that why he carved the game on the wall so he can see it every day?"
Han Sen looked at it for a while. He could tell that the white pieces in the game were winning. It looked like they were going to win. The black pieces were struggling. It looked like they were going to lose.
Han Sen liked to play Go, but he was not in the mood to study it. He walked along the mountain wall into the valley. Han Sen quickly noticed that there was a game on the mountain wall. When Han Sen reached the deepest part of the valley, he found 17 games.
Every game was different. Some of the games were at the end, and some of the games were just beginning.
Han Sen thought the games were some clever game that Holy Thief had researched, but after looking at them one by one, he noticed that they were all very simple games. They did not look like they were worth the effort of being carved on the mountain wall.
"Does that mean Holy Pirate is a terrible chess player? Is that why he carved such a simple chess game into the wall?" Han Sen thought that was impossible.
The will of a deified elite was very strong. Learning Go should have been easy. No matter how bad his talent was, he should not have been unable to understand such simple games. He should have carved them on the mountain wall every day to look at them.
Aside from the game, Han Sen did not see anything else interesting in the valley. Aside from the wooden house, which Han Sen did not dare enter, the entire valley was natural. There were not many signs of man-made carving.
When Han Sen returned to the wooden house, Holy Thief had put away the sky silk picture. He was lying on a chair, basking in the sun. He looked very comfortable.
"Then … Holy Pirate … Why did you carve the chessboard on the mountain?" Han Sen asked. He was hoping to find a way to convince Holy Pirate.
The Extreme King hated him to the bone. If he fell into the hands of the Extreme King, he did not think he would end well.
Holy Thief coldly grunted. "If I knew what those chess games meant, I wouldn't be in this place where birds don't even take sh * t."
"What do you mean?
You didn't carve those chess games on the mountain wall? "Han Sen looked at Holy Thief with shock.
"I am not that bored," Holy Thief casually said. "An old man that did not die carved them. He said that if you could solve the secrets of the chess games, you could find the treasure he left behind. I have been looking at them for a few decades, but I have not been able to find any secrets."
Han Sen's heart jumped. He looked at Holy Thief and asked, "If I can help you solve the secrets of the chess games, will you let me go?"
"Don't waste your time. I am the number one chess king of the universe. I have been studying them for a few decades, but I have not been able to find any secrets. That old man must have been lying to me." He realized he had said something wrong. Holy Thief quickly shut his mouth.
Han Sen thought it was just a normal chess game, so he did not look at it in detail. Now, after hearing what Holy Thief said, he thought it might be a chance. He went back and looked at the chess games again.
Although he might not be able to solve the secrets of the chess games, that was the only thing Han Sen could do. If he could figure out the secrets of the chess games, he might be able to negotiate with Holy Thief.
Han Sen looked at the pictures one by one. The results were the same as the first time he looked at them. He did not find anything special. There were just 17 games.