And then, he picked up a retreat card again and continued on his way.
Lu Tianfeng: "..."
Is this Skull Residence toying with him?
For days on end, he found himself spinning between advance and retreat cards, never drawing any other cards or task cards from the pouch.
While dizzy from being tossed around by the system, he still had to endure the constant threat of potential demon attacks.
He really wanted to stop immediately, losing interest in picking up pouches. Perhaps if he waited, the residence might return to normal?
But in the end, he couldn't help but pick up a pouch to open it, thinking maybe next time he'd strike it lucky and draw a bunch of advance cards?
In fact, he was indeed overthinking, considering how someone like him could hardly have such good luck?
So, the following days were spent being tossed around, until...
...
The twenty-eighth layer.
