This world of three years ago is now collapsing and dissipating at an unimaginable speed.
And as this illusory world dissipates, it is only now discovered that Yang Jian, Wang Shanshan, and the Ghost Child never returned to the so-called three years ago at all, but have been in this room all along. Everything they just experienced was not real, like a dream, or an illusion in their minds.
"Back?"
Wang Shanshan is now surveying her surroundings, standing in a wooden room with a candle lit inside. The dim light flickers, casting her shadow on the wall.
Besides, what makes Wang Shanshan feel somewhat eerie is that in the middle of the room there is actually a wooden shelf with a stone on it. No, it is not a stone; it is a curled-up mummified corpse. This mummy covered in layers of dust seems to have formed a stone-like skin, at a glance looking just like a gray stone.
