The dungeon liaison was useless, and I couldn't contact Motuo, which was a fatal blow to me, and made me feel a sense of despair in a desperate situation. But human survival is a natural instinct, even if I am very desperate, but I still refuse to give up, unwilling to sit still.

I slowly overcame my fear and despair and tried to force myself to calm down. I looked at the dilapidated station of the underworld and began to wonder.

In the hospital just now, the passage connecting the two buildings should have hidden a secret passage to the underworld. I happened to encounter the death of the old man, and it was his ghost that revealed the passage and brought me here.

At the same time, I also understood why the black fog above the old man's head disappeared after he fell. That's because he fell to his death, and it was no longer the living that I was lifting, but his soul. Therefore, there will naturally be no more breath of death on the head of the revenant. It's a pity that I only understand this now, and at the time I thought I was wrong, I was really stupid.

I don't know if I would have returned to the hospital in the yang world if I hadn't followed the old man inside, but walked back immediately, but now there is no way to verify this, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Then it occurred to me that since I had arrived here through a secret passage hidden in the hospital, there must be a hidden passage to the yang world here, and if I found a way to open it, I could return to the yang world. I don't know how to open that passage yet, but I know there's one here. For me, this is tantamount to taking a reassuring pill.

In addition, I remembered that my mother had told me that if I strayed into the underworld, once my uncle could not be contacted, my uncle would immediately inform her, and she would ask someone from the Lin family to save me.

However, when I think of my mother, I am reminded of the breath of death above her head, and I am now trapped here, not only can I not save her, but I hope that she will save me. This really left me speechless.

However, there was one thing that gave me a little peace of mind, and that was that the black mist above my mother's head was very light, and if I guessed correctly, there should be some time before she died. Hopefully this period of time isn't too short until she manages to get me out. Once I get back to the sun, I can save her.

Thinking about it like this, I feel a little more at ease.

Then, while I waited for help, I naturally had to try to find a way out on my own.

I looked at it, and the station was very dilapidated, probably less than 100 square meters in size, and the roof was very high, higher than the public buildings in the sun. Standing alone in the gray sky, like a sleeping monster. Staying inside made me feel lonely, a loneliness that emerged from the depths of my soul, a terrible loneliness.

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay here, because every second of my time here is an ordeal, but I can't leave here because I firmly believe that this is a secret passage to the sun, and if I do, I don't know where else it is.

I carefully inspected the station again, and the four walls were made of a kind of dark stone, except for the gate facing the road, and a few windows. Other than that, there is no other channel. I made a special inspection of the wall through which I entered through the passage, which was solid and intact, and there was no trace of a hidden passage at all.

However, this is also expected by me, and if it is so easy to find that passage, I have nothing to fear. So, I don't feel how disappointed.

Although the situation in this station was clear at a glance, I kept searching, pondering, hoping for a miracle, and before I knew it, three hours had passed. No clues were found.

I finally got tired and sat down on the ground, looking desperately and blankly at the wall that hid the passage to the sun, and wept helplessly.

Time passed slowly in panic, and I spent more than a dozen hours in that grave-like station, and the fog outside was still the same color, as if there was no day or night, and it was a place that stood absolutely still in time.

After the previous frenzied search, I am now completely dead set on finding that passage, and the only spiritual support that supports me is the hope that my mother gave me, and I have no other way but to wait for her rescue.

I don't know how long it was, I was sleepy and hungry, despair and fear were unconsciously replaced by tiredness, and I sat on the floor, lying on the chair that could not hold the weight of my whole body, drowsy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of small footsteps, and my slack nerves suddenly tightened, and I suddenly lost my sleepiness, and I hurriedly opened my eyes, and saw an old lady walking towards me.

The moment I saw this old lady, I was so frightened that I reflexively shuddered, but immediately thought that she must be a newly dead soul, who had come here to take the ghost car to the ghost gate.

For this reason, my heart moved, and I immediately became excited, and my body jumped up like a spring, and hurriedly looked around. Because, I think that since this old lady is a newly dead soul, she must have come here through a passageway, just like the old man before.

I ran two laps around the station as fast as I could, but I didn't see a passage.

By this time, the old lady was already sitting in a chair, looking at me suspiciously, but not making a sound.

I didn't give up, so I hurriedly ran to her and asked eagerly, "Grandma, where are you from?"

The old lady pointed to the wall, the same wall where the passage had appeared before. The old lady pointed to the wall, but her eyes looked at me, and she did not speak, like a dumb person. But what she meant was already obvious.

I hurriedly dropped her and threw myself at the wall, pushing every inch hard, but the wall didn't move, and there was no secret door.

I ran back to the old lady and asked again in a voice that was almost crying, "Grandma, where are you really from?"

I pointed to the wall, my hands shaking.

The old lady still didn't speak, but nodded at me.

"However, it's a wall, there's no passage at all," I asked again, still unrelenting.

The old lady still didn't speak, but shook her head blankly.

I don't understand what she means. Still, I was desperate to know that the passage was closed, or rather just for me, the living.

However, through this old lady, I am sure that next time there will be new dead people coming to this station through the passage on the wall, and this time I did not see the passage, perhaps because I did not pay attention at first, and the passage closed as soon as the old lady entered.

For this reason, it occurred to me that if I could wait by the wall the moment a new soul entered, I might be able to see the passage, and then run in as soon as it was closed. Search for "basket color book bar" in the browser, and you can read it in a new chapter