This is a dream, why should I worry about such things? Even if it is illogical, it is normal... Zhou Fan burst into laughter. He did not ask the rotten storage bag again, "What is the name of that level unknowing monster? Is it the Infant God?"

He wanted to know how the unknown monster would arrange it in the nightmare. The nightmare brought by the red vine talisman pillow was completely unfamiliar to him, and I don’t know where it came from?

"I don't know either." The rotten man shook his head and said, "But that's what the believers of the Infant God call it. Before I came in, the power of the Infant God Sect became stronger and stronger."

Zhou Fan's face was a little subtle. If it were in reality, he would suspect that this was not an unknowing monster at all, but a monk pretending to be an unknowing monster. He did this because the monk took the route of the Shendao River. The Infant God Sect established was somewhat similar to his Xiao Kun Daxian Sect and the Buddha's Buddhist sect.

Of course this is just a guess.

"In other words, you have never seen the baby god. More statements were passed down from the baby god sect, right?" Zhou Fan thought for a while.

"I have never seen the so-called infant god." The rotten man glanced at Zhou Fan and asked, "You are suspicious of the infant god not exist?"

"I do have such suspicion." Zhou Fan said: "I wonder if you have ever heard of Shintoliu?"

"Needless to say, I know what you mean. You are trying to say that behind the Infant God Sect is a Shinto-river monk." The rotten man immediately understood Zhou Fan's thoughts. He just sneered: "You are not the first person to doubt this way, but things later were confirmed, and this was impossible."

"Why?" Zhou Fan couldn't help asking.

"If it is a human monk, what's going on with this curse?" The rotten man said in a deep voice: "Even if I don't help, I can see that this rotten curse is not a curse technique."

"You ask so many things about the baby gods, just to see if there is a way to make a breakthrough in this regard?"

"It can be said that." Zhou Fan nodded and admitted.

"Things are not as simple as you think." The rotten man sighed: "I know there are not many things about the Infant God. The Infant God Sect never reveals too much information about the Infant God. If you don't have to think of a solution in this direction, it won't work at all."

Seeing this, Zhou Fan had to give up. He looked up at the painting hanging on the wall and asked, "The only one in the White Bone Hall is this painting. What is the origin of this painting?"

The rotten man looked up at the painting and said, "I don't know either. This painting was here when I came in. I spent a lot of time studying it and found that I could enter the world in the painting, but other than that, I could not find much valuable things."

"Hidding in the world in the painting will not work, until you come out of the painting, this painting is just a tool that has no effect."

Zhou Fan approached and carefully observed the painting, "I have proved a fact from the painting, that is, this painting is a door."

"It can be said that, but this door will never find an exit." The rotten man withdrew his gaze and said, "We have discussed this issue just now, and it also does not mean anything."

"You have been here for so long, and you have studied everything, and everything has no meaning to you." Zhou Fan said with a serious face: "It is precisely because of this that your thinking will affect my real exit."

The rotten man looked down at his rotten palm and said, "Do you really think there will be an exit? In fact, we all know that the people of the Infant Shenzong would not leave any exits at all when they built the White Bone Hall. They did not intend to let anyone go out alive."

"This painting may be just a useless instrument left by some monk who was locked up here."

"The people of the Infant Shen Sect really have no reason to leave an exit." Zhou Fan was still staring at the painting carefully, "But we can't just give up like this. Giving up is death. Can I take off this painting?"

"It's up to you," said the rotten man, "but don't destroy it. It's my only pleasure to see this painting when it's okay. If it's destroyed, I can only see these bones. And I remind you that you have wasted a lot of time."

Zhou Fan took down the painting. He had seen the front of the painting many times. He flipped it over and looked at the back of the painting, but there was nothing on the back of the painting.

"This painting should be a tool, but why can't it see any runes on the surface?" Zhou Fan expressed his questions.

"If it is not on the surface, it is on the inner layer of paper. It is not very rare to refine the utensils in this way." The rotten ones said for granted.

This statement makes sense. Zhou Fan just frowned and looked at the painting. He spent time studying the painting because he was unwilling to accept that he could enter the White Bone Hall from the painting, so he would definitely be able to use the painting to leave the White Bone Hall.

However, the rotten ones said that no exit was found, which may be a one-way transmission...

Zhou Fan thought hard, time passed quickly, and an hour passed quickly, and the effect of the elixirs given to him by the rotten person disappeared, and his body decay began to accelerate again.

"It seems that you have no choice." The rotten man sneered: "Why should I hold such hope? After all, you are just an ordinary person who doesn't even have true energy."

Zhou Fan put down the painting casually, and he gave up. He could not find a way out from the painting at all. He had no time left and was not allowed to continue researching. He coughed, and there was black blood from the corners of his rotten mouth. "Can you give me another pill? Give me some more time."

The rotten man shook his head coldly and said, "Do you think it's possible? If my true energy cannot hold on, then the pill is my only support. It can make me live longer. Even if I have no hope of going out, I don't want to die too soon."

Zhou Fan did not ask again, the rotten ones said this. Even if he said anything, he would not be able to get the pill from the rotten ones.

"If you feel pain, I can send you on the way." The rotten man looked at Zhou Fan.

"No, I won't give up until the last moment." Zhou Fan shook his head and said.

"You said so, don't ask me to help you with your pain later." The rotten man did not speak anymore, and he closed his eyes.

The rotten meat pieces on Zhou Fan's body kept falling off or turned into bloody blisters and burst open. He gritted his teeth to support him. Such pain was indeed torture, but he could not scream out loud. If it disturbed the rotten person, the rotten person might feel unhappy and kill him immediately.

Why is the nightmare not over yet?

There is no sign of activation of the Dream-breaking Scheme?
Chapter completed!