Time passed bit by bit.
Although Yang Jian successfully obtained the second piece of skin paper, being trapped in the world of three years ago, he didn't easily find a way to leave.
Several times, he even predicted death, blocking every path for him.
"Every prediction shows I can't survive past 6:10, indicating anyone staying in this world past 6 o'clock is doomed to die. If I want to survive, I must find a way to leave before 6, but in every prediction, whenever I try to seek help from this world using my experience, I end up failing."
Yang Jian said with a calm expression.
"What have you thought of?" Wang Shanshan beside him asked.
"It's not something particularly special, but I suspect that the prerequisite to escape from here is to not seek help from others. The 'people' of this world might be problematic, seemingly harboring an indescribable hostility towards us, and the stronger the ghost master, the stronger this hostility."
