Looking at the car gradually disappearing into the distance, Li Cheng颐 stood there, wanting to chase after it. But the meaning conveyed in the other person's words made his heart grow cold as well.

That person's friend and son, it seemed, had both died in a Si Jiao (Dead Corner).

This world… seemingly peaceful, but danger like Si Jiao (Dead Corner) seemed to be everywhere.

And what did that person's last words mean?

Why would calling the police mean losing the last ray of hope?

Li Cheng颐 turned many, many thoughts over in his mind. But he didn't have the slightest clue.

He picked up his phone and kept searching for information related to Si Jiao (Dead Corner).

The sky gradually darkened, and the streetlights on the roadside slowly lit up with a yellow glow.

Some students, hands in their pockets, began to stroll and wander in twos and threes.

The shops on both sides of the street lit up one after another, their various colored halos illuminating the area with exceptional brightness.

Li Cheng颐 stood there the entire time, frantically searching for information related to Si Jiao (Dead Corner).

But there was nothing.

All information seemed to have been blocked and deleted, leaving only some simple missing persons cases circulating online.

He put down his phone in disappointment and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, a round moon the size of a washbasin hung quietly in the center, silent and still.

'There must be a way...'

Li Cheng颐 glanced back at the cafe. He didn't go back. Instead, he put away his phone and walked toward the bus stop.

As his trouser leg brushed against the green belt between the road and the sidewalk, a line of clear, black writing once again emerged from the back of his right hand.

Li Cheng颐 didn't notice, and couldn't see it. His mind was constantly thinking about that eerie underground garage, that strange, giant human face.

Intense pressure and panic filled every part of his body. If he hadn't been forcibly controlling himself, he might have already been trembling with fear.

He walked along the green belt.

Li Cheng颐's mind was racing with various methods, various possibilities that could allow him to escape the Si Jiao (Dead Corner).

He was already prepared to go back and prepare all kinds of weapons: knives, alcohol for starting fires, potent chili water, anything was better than nothing.

Everything, anything that could help, should be utilized.

He also needed to prepare food and drink. In case he escaped that monster's face, but was still trapped in the Si Jiao (Dead Corner) and couldn't get out, he'd need to replenish his energy.

And a tape player. He had most likely entered the Si Jiao (Dead Corner) by playing music on that tape player before.

So he had to put that away the moment he got back.

Also....

'That's right!' Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck his mind.

'The pattern on the back of my hand! That pattern looks very mysterious, maybe it can give me some help!'

A glimmer of hope quickly rose in Li Cheng颐's heart.

He raised his hand. He couldn't see anything on the back of his hand. This pattern needed to be reflected in a mirror to be seen clearly.

He quickly walked to the display window of a clothing store, using the reflection to look at the back of his hand.

At this moment, the writing on the back of his hand had disappeared, returning to the previous black pattern.

'So, how is this thing used? What is its use?'

Looking at the black pattern on the back of his hand, Li Cheng颐 thought of a way. He opened the camera on his phone and pointed it at the back of his hand.

Sure enough, in the phone screen, he clearly saw the black pattern on the back of his hand.

It was a pattern of black flower clusters made up of many small black flowers.

They seemed to be swaying in the wind, the overall posture slightly tilted. They also looked like black flames burning, dancing and profound.

'Maybe there's some trick to it?' Li Cheng颐 looked at the black pattern and reached out to touch it carefully, but his fingertips couldn't feel anything solid, as if the pattern didn't exist.

'I can't wait any longer. The more time passes, the less I have. I need to prepare other things first!'

Completely clueless about the use of this pattern, Li Cheng颐 quickly turned around and trotted towards the bus stop.

He needed to prepare all the necessary things as quickly as possible.

Even if that middle-aged man said weapons were useless, he was just a stranger. He couldn't believe everything he said.

Without the slightest delay, he got on the bus. This time, there were no mishaps, and he returned to the entrance of his own Happiness residential complex before it was completely dark.

He didn't go home. Instead, he walked along the road outside the complex to a chain supermarket on the roadside and began to buy a large quantity of long-lasting food.

Compressed biscuits, jerky, bottled water, filling a large bag.

He also bought a folding fruit knife, a pointed kitchen knife for cutting meat, several windproof lighters, filtering masks, and so on.

Under the threat to his life, Li Cheng颐 exploded with one thousand percent of his execution ability, completing all preparations in just half an hour.

Then he started using his phone to check for omissions.

Finally, he added a small first aid kit, which he bought at a small pharmacy next to the supermarket.

Everything was ready.

The time had also reached 7:40 in the evening.

Carrying the large and small bags, Li Cheng颐 entered the complex and looked at the windows of his home on the fifth floor. There was no light.

Only then did he quickly enter the stairwell and press the elevator button to go upstairs.

While waiting for the elevator to come down, he was still thinking about the use of the black pattern on the back of his right hand.

'Before me, there must have been people who made the same preparations as me. If such ordinary and simple preparations could get you through the Si Jiao (Dead Corner), then those people online wouldn't be so pessimistic. So...'

Li Cheng颐 had a feeling that his real hope of surviving might lie in the pattern on the back of his hand.

But he had absolutely no idea how to discover the role of this pattern.

Ding.

The elevator arrived on the first floor.

The door slowly opened, revealing the somewhat dim and old space inside.

Li Cheng颐 was about to go in, but suddenly, looking at the faint, dim light, he paused, feeling a faint sense of fear in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately retracted his leg and chose to carry his things and rush up the stairwell.

He rushed up to the fourth floor in one breath. Fortunately, he often ran and exercised. Otherwise, carrying more than ten pounds of things and rushing up to the fourth floor so quickly would have left most people breathless.

He took out his key to open the door. No one was home.

The three-bedroom apartment was dark and gloomy, with only a little moonlight from the living room window and the lights from the opposite house.

Hu.

Li Cheng颐 took a deep breath, put the large bag of things on the living room floor, and changed his shoes as he entered the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed faint, dirty footprints on the floor.

Clearly, someone had entered the house without changing their shoes.

'Is it Li Cheng Jiu's guest?' He guessed in his heart.

Finding a place to sit down, he took a sip of water and then picked up his phone again, using the camera function to carefully study the pattern on the back of his right hand.

'Perhaps I need some kind of incantation?'

He started to try reciting random incantations at the pattern.

Alibaba, sesame open the door, all sorts of strange incantations were tried, the range was too large and broad, and there was no response at all.

'Maybe I need to drip blood to acknowledge its ownership?' The various novel tropes from his past life influenced Li Cheng颐's thinking again.

He gritted his teeth, took a small knife from the kitchen, gently pierced the tip of one of his fingers, and dripped a drop of blood on the black pattern.

Unfortunately, it was still useless.

'Could it be that I need to trace it with a pen and draw it?' He had another whim.

He started looking for a piece of white paper and carefully started tracing the pattern with a pencil.

Unfortunately, his technique was too poor. After drawing for a long time, he only drew a mess of a child's drawing.

There was still no reaction.

He busied himself for a while, and the time gradually pointed to half past eight.

A subtle feeling of sleepiness began to surge into Li Cheng颐's heart.

He immediately became alert.

The previous two times, he had entered the Si Jiao (Dead Corner) after first feeling a wave of sleepiness, and now it was happening again. Could it be that the third time was about to come??

His heart tightened, and he braced himself, grabbing the large bag, afraid that he wouldn't be able to bring it in if he let go.

'If I die, will I transmigrate again?' A strange thought came to his mind at this moment.

'Those black flowers, I really don't know where they came from, but they can actually do such incredible things...'

Li Cheng颐 sighed in his heart. When it came down to it, he was strangely not as nervous as before.

It was a very strange feeling, as if his mind had suddenly emptied, clarified a lot, and his thoughts quickly became clear...

Wait a minute!!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.

'The pattern appeared because of that cluster of small black flowers, and I transmigrated because I came into contact with that cluster of black flowers.

The major I studied in my past life was also related to plant maintenance. All of this is linked to plants...

So, is this pattern also related to plants?'

Once this idea was connected, it quickly occupied all of Li Cheng颐's thoughts.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

"I can try it!"

Immediately, he looked around. There weren't any plants in the house at all.

So, carrying the bag, he changed his shoes and quickly rushed out of the house, running down the stairs and rushing to the gap between the floors of the complex in one breath.

These gaps were all built with simple elliptical green belts.

Inside were small trees, green grass, and small flowers.

The outside was simply surrounded by a fence, with a sign hanging on it warning people to be careful not to trample the flowers and plants.

But Li Cheng颐 couldn't care less about being careful now. He flipped over the fence, and as soon as his feet touched the lawn in the green belt, his body quickly reacted.

The black pattern on the back of his right hand quickly twisted and wriggled, turning into a line of clear text.

'Please maintain contact for ten seconds... Loading is in progress.'

Li Cheng颐 picked up his phone camera, looking at the back of his right hand. This time, he clearly saw this line of text.

It was the Chinese characters he used most often in his past life!

'Sure enough!! I was right!!' A current-like tingle flashed across his scalp.

The countdown also began to appear continuously on the back of his hand.

'Six.'

'Five.'

'Four.'

'Three.'

'Two.'

'One.'

Shua.

In an instant, all the writing disappeared completely. The black on the back of his hand returned to the previous black pattern again.

And lines of invisible information, following another mysterious method, instantly entered Li Cheng頤's mind.

'Activation successful.'

Buzz!!

Instantly, a deep, dark fog emerged out of thin air from all around.

This fog submerged and enveloped Li Cheng颐's entire body.

The surroundings turned pitch black.

'This is... !?' He was a little at a loss, standing in place without daring to move.

Ding...

A clear, resounding sound, like jade striking a chime, it was impossible to tell what instrument it was.

In the darkness, far away.

A faint point of purple light slowly appeared, lit up, and approached.