In the fourth hell, suddenly two figures fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground.
Igula immediately sat up and looked around. She found that only he and Harvey were around. She was subconsciously relieved, but there were complex emotions coming back to her. He rubbed his temples to dispel the superfluous thoughts in his mind, and then found that he seemed to have come to a strange place.
He sat on the vast prairie. The grassland was soft and dry, with no earthy smell. The warm breeze gently blew his face. The bright sun was blocked by white clouds, and the world was bright but not shining.
Even if I recount the life of Igula over the past 20 years, I have never seen anything like