Isn't there no way?

The rotten man looked surprised, "You have a way?"

"That painting." Zhou Fan pointed to the landscape painting on the wall, "I can come here from the painting, why can't I get out of the painting?"

"Impossible." The rotten man shook his head and said, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? From the first time I discovered you, I searched this painting with great magical powers countless times, and I didn't find any exit at all."

"Even if you come in from the painting, you can't go out from the painting unless you have mastered the exit."

"You send me back to the painting, I'll try it, maybe you can find an exit." Zhou Fan asked.

This painting has now become his only hope. If he could find that cave, he would run back into the cave without hesitation. At least he would not have to rot and die in the cave for the time being.

The rotten man hesitated for a moment, and nodded. He waved his hand gently, and two rays of white light curled him and Zhou Fan.

The two of them entered the painting and became like paper.

Zhou Fan found that he could no longer move, but the rotten one could move.

In the painting, his decay continued, and the pus flowed down, just like paints for paintings, but the paint could not change the color of the paintings, but gradually faded away.

The rotten man walked around the painting, "You have no real energy, and you are very imprisoned in the painting, but the world in the painting is just that. Where is your outline?"

Of course, Zhou Fan didn't know. He just turned his eyes, then closed his eyes, thinking in his heart how he appeared on the painting at that time. It should have started with him running out of the cave.

These mountains, stones, grass and trees are the original scenery, but those scenery was originally three-dimensional and bright light, so why did it become a painting later?

The rotten person remained silent and did not make any noise to disturb Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan opened his eyes, and he kept blinking, saying that he wanted to go out.

The rotten man seemed to understand what Zhou Fan meant. His body swayed as a paper man. He and Zhou Fan turned into a white light, flew out of the painting, and became three-dimensional from the paper.

"I remembered some things, but I don't know if it's useful." Zhou Fan described the story of his appearance from three-dimensional to flat on the painting.

He is just a mortal now. If he wants to go out, he can only rely on this rotten person, at least he has true energy.

This is a dream... This is a dream... Zhou Fan is constantly alert to himself, but now he can only try to rely on the person in the dream who should be an illusion.

"It should be a transformation teleportation." The rotten man said regretfully: "You were transformed into the painting by some existence. If this is the case, you can't get out of the painting anymore, because the exit of the moment you came is closed."

"Then this method won't work." Zhou Fan's rotten became more and more serious. He just touched it lightly and a piece of flesh on his cheek fell off.

"Is there any way to make me live longer?" he asked tentatively.

"What's the use of living longer?" The rotten man looked at Zhou Fan with a pitiful look and said, "You don't have true energy, you are just a mortal. Even if I help you, you can't hold on for long."

"As long as I can delay time, I may think of a way to escape from the White Bone Hall." Zhou Fan said in silence.

He may not necessarily have to find a way to escape from the White Bone Hall. He only needs to live longer, so he will definitely be able to escape from his dream.

"If I can think of a solution, it will be good for you, right?" Zhou Fan said again: "I know you are suspicious, but you have been imprisoned here for ten years and can't think of a solution. Why don't you let me try it?"

The rotten man's face was indifferent. He quickly spread his palms. It was a red pill. "Eat it, your rotten speed will slow down and you can live for another hour. If you can't think of a way after one hour, then you can only think of a way yourself."

Zhou Fan took the pill, and he just took a look and swallowed it. With the strength of the rotten person, there would be no need to be such a problem, so this pill should be fine. If the pill swallowed, the body's decay seemed to have stopped, not as terrifying as before.

But even so, he looks so good that he can't see much now. The degree of rottenness is even more terrifying than that of the rotten one. His body is on the verge of collapse, his scalp is bulging with pustules, and dark yellow pus flows down.

The rotten man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and stopped looking at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan endured the severe pain of his body's decay. He pretended to find a way and walked around the ancestral hall, occasionally stopping to look at the bones.

If time comes and he cannot escape from the nightmare, then he has another way, that is, the Dream-Cutting Technique. If the Dream-Cutting Technique cannot be activated, then he will be really in danger.

So he didn't plan to just delay time and do nothing, he was still trying to find a way to get out of the White Bone Hall.

Apart from the strange-shaped bones, the only painting hanging on the wall in the White Bone Hall looks quite special.

"What's going on with these bones?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Most of these bones were found by the believers of the Infant God when the ancestral hall was built." The rotten man explained: "A small number of monks who are imprisoned here and cannot get out because the curse cannot hold on to rot and die."

"How did you come in?" Zhou Fan thought for a while and asked again.

This nightmare always gives him a strange feeling that is not as real as a dream, but it should be a nightmare.

"I offended the believer of the Infant God and sent it in through the teleportation formation." When the rotten man mentioned this, his face shook.

Zhou Fan looked puzzled, "They didn't kill you, and sent you in. What is this for?"

"In order to sacrifice to the baby god, I torture me at the same time." The rotten one said calmly: "So they did not even ban my cultivation, because I have the cultivation level, so I can support it for a long time. The longer I support it, the greater the pain I suffer."

This approach is really vicious... Zhou Fan said: "They dare to do this. I think you are very sure that you can't escape from here, right?"

"They have such confidence that any teleportation is prohibited here, and they took away my storage bag. I have only one cultivation level and cannot escape from here at all." The rotten man sighed: "In fact, even if the storage bag is there, there is still no way."

"Your storage bag was taken away. Where did the pill you gave me come from?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment and asked. The rotten man's cultivation may be very high. He can not eat or drink for ten years, but where did the pill come from?

"I had previously opened a small space for storage in my body, and some important items were placed in that small space." The rotten man said impatiently: "You asked me too much, but this is not helpful to escape. Why do you waste your time?"
Chapter completed!