The woman trembled.
"Yes, I am a survivor. Are you here to save me?"
Yang Jian fell silent.
Yunming said directly.
"Not to save you. We all have our purpose, but we didn't expect to meet you."
What do women seem to understand?
She swallowed and prepared to speak.
"Do you know the way out?"
Yunming's mouth is hooked.
Yang Jian nodded.
In an instant, the light of survival broke out in the woman's eyes.
She is in the world of ghost painting