After delving into this eerie world of oil paintings for so long, there is finally some progress.
Yang Jian's ghostly eye spotted Sun Rui. At this moment, he was lying motionless on a nearby path in a position that seemed to have been maintained for a long time. Whether he was alive or dead was uncertain, but from a rough observation, it appeared he had managed to escape the ghostly attack from the dye vat earlier. However, reaching this point had already pushed him to his limit.
But the only reason that could cause a ghostly handler to lose their ability to move and remain immobilized on the ground is just one.
A ghostly revival!
If it weren't for the ghostly revival, Sun Rui would be able to stand and move, no matter how poor his physical condition was.
Therefore, after getting close enough, Yang Jian stopped.
"Is he dead?" Zhou Ze asked, somewhat uncertain.
