Zhou Fan could not move, so he could only let the huge rotten palm cover him and lift him up.

With the sound of the wind, he was brought up in the painting.

He released his rotten palm and, as he was originally just a piece of paper, quickly recovered and returned to his original appearance, with injuries still on his body.

Zhou Fan was still puzzled. Why did he appear in the painting, but he quickly realized that this is a dream. What is the rationality of dreams?

"It's indeed a living person." The rotten man looked at Zhou Fan with bright eyes.

Zhou Fan could smell the rotten smell. He looked at the rotten person without speaking.

"Who are you?" asked the rotten man: "Why does it appear in the painting?"

"My name is Zhao Ba. I was originally taking an adventure in a cave, but there was a monster with white light in the cave. I had to run out of the cave and then enter the painting for no reason." Zhou Fan explained.

He didn't want to anger the rotten person.

"Cave?" The rotten man glanced at the painting. There was no cave inside. "That was indeed a strange thing. I have never seen anyone appear in this painting. If the painting hadn't suddenly sounded, I wouldn't have noticed your existence."

"I haven't asked the name of my senior yet, where is this?" Zhou Fan looked at the bones hanging in the room. The room was dark and looked a little blurry.

"This is the White Bone Hall." said the rotten man: "My name has long been gone."

The White Bone Hall? The name has long disappeared?

Zhou Fan could not see that this was a ancestral hall, nor did he understand the meaning of the later sentence of the decay.

But it doesn't matter. He cares more about when he can escape from the nightmare.

He suspected in his heart that the danger came from this rotten monster. If he could, he had to stay away from this rotten guy and this strange ancestral hall as soon as possible.

"You're so strange." The rotten man looked at Zhou Fan and suddenly spoke.

"Why did senior say that?" Zhou Fan asked in confusion. He found that the rotten person's eyes were faintly showing signs of decay.

"I can't sense any true energy in your body, but it appears in the White Bone Hall. This is a strange thing." The rotten man said slowly.

True Yuan... This person is so real that he is not like a dreamer at all. Zhou Fan thought about it. He thought for a while and said, "I was originally a monk, but my true Yuan was banned, so he looked like an ordinary person."

"Are you a monk?" The rotten man looked strange. With a blink of an eye, a white light penetrated into Zhou Fan's body.

With Zhou Fan now unable to dodge, he could only suppress the fear in his heart.

The white light flew out quickly and returned to the rotten man's hands. He still frowned, "You are lying to me, you are just an ordinary mortal, and there is no ban in your body."

"Why do I want to deceive seniors?" Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "I was indeed a monk before."

"Then tell me who banned you? I can see no signs." The rotten man said with suspicion.

Zhou Fan was silent because it was difficult to answer, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"You need to say nothing, this doesn't make sense anyway." The rotten man suddenly shook his head and sat on the ground casually. "No one has talked to me for a long time. Before you die, we can talk casually. Do you know your current situation?"

"What's the situation?" Zhou Fan asked with a vigilant look on his face.

The nightmare shows no sign of ending.

"You are starting to rot." The rotten man glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "Look at your arms."

Zhou Fan looked at his arms, and then he was shocked to find that the skin of his arms was rotten as big as a thumb. "Why is this happening?"

"Because this is the White Bone Hall." The rotten man sighed: "People who are imprisoned here will gradually decay, not only the body but also the corrosion of memory. I forgot my name because memory is corroded."

Only then did Zhou Fan understand why the rotten person said that he had no name. If so, would he rot like the rotten person?

"I didn't know at first that the White Bone Hall would corrupt people's memories, otherwise I should have written down my name until one day I realized that I had forgotten my name and realized it, but it was too late at that time."

Zhou Fan felt a chill, "Is there a way to leave this ancestral hall?"

"I don't." The rotten smiled sarcastically on his face. "If there were, would you think I would stay here?"

"Then how long have you been in the White Bone Hall?" Zhou Fan asked again. It doesn't matter if there is no. It's just a dream for him. As long as it rots, he will be able to escape.

"It's been ten years." The rotten man said slowly: "But I have true energy to resist the corrosion of the White Bone Hall and slow down the corrosion, but you can't."

"You are just an ordinary person, and the speed of corrosion will be far beyond your imagination. I'm afraid you can't even hold on here for an hour."

When the rotten man spoke, Zhou Fan found that his face also began to rot, and the rotten red meat turned outward and pus flowed out.

"But that's good, you don't have to worry about your memory being corroded, because at your rotten speed, your memory is not corroded, and you will die." The rotten man said in a calm tone.

Zhou Fan looked at his arms, and there was almost no place intact. The rotten flesh was falling off, and the bones were faintly visible. Seeing that he was rotting and dying, it was like to pour cold water, which made his head numb and his scalp began to rot.

"Is there a way to get me out of the White Bone Hall?" Zhou Fan took a deep breath and said. The rotten man in front of him said he could not get out, but he still felt hopeful on the rotten man.

Of course, if the rotten man said there was no way, he could only give up and think of a solution.

However, this White Bone Hall did not see any door, and it was a completely enclosed space.

"Do you know why it is called the White Bone Hall?" the rotten person suddenly asked.

A piece of rotten flesh fell off Zhou Fan's neck. He felt his internal organs rotting. He coughed up a bit of black rotten blood, "How could I know?"

"The White Bone Temple is a temple established for worshipping the Infant God. It is shrouded by the power of the Infant God." The rotten man sighed and said, "This is what the believers of the Infant God said, but this so-called Infant God is actually an unknown monster. The ancestral temple was cursed by it. How could it be so easy to break through a curse of an unknown monster?"

"So there is no way?" Zhou Fan turned around and looked around. He found that the walls were covered with bones and there was no way to see any exit. He was just an ordinary person now, and the wall could not be broken.

If this rotten man had not lie, the wall would definitely be unusual and even a monk would not be able to break it.
Chapter completed!