"It doesn't matter. There's a chance." I patted the shoulder of the fifth day of the lunar new year, comforting.

I was staring at thirteen's mobile phone. Just then, it consumed more than half of the original breath of thirteen. I still have a last chance.

the time is too short to allow me to rest too much. As soon as I recover some strength, I struggle to stand up.

"no matter what you see, don't make a sound. When you make a sound, you will disturb the spirit of Yin." I casually reminded.

on the fifth day of the first year, he nodded quickly, clenched his lips and kept...