Time Smuggling

Ji Li lowered his head slightly, his long hair veiling his face as a thin stream of blood slowly seeped from his nostril.

The vivid red stood in stark contrast to his pale complexion.

Only after taking several deep breaths did he pull a handkerchief from his pocket and wipe away the blood.

"Li Yi still failed. Or rather, this direction for the path to life was incorrect."

On the way to 444 Diaoying Road, Number Cards had arrived one after another.

By the time the seventh and eighth cards arrived just now, he had collected the dates represented by "12.13."

After performing Spirit Communication as many as eight times, Ji Li had grasped the entire course of this mission.

Of the ten employees, only two remained.

With the result of Li Yi's Spirit Communication before his death, the direction things were taking had become quite clear.

As part of the rules, Ji Li was meant to use the "12.13" in his possession to send Chang Nian back two days.

And Chang Nian needed to carry a correct path to life through those two days to lay the groundwork for the second...

No, it should be the third mission.

Chang Nian would become the architect of the path to life, planting a series of clues throughout the mission and guiding the employees toward the correct path.

Ji Li looked at the eight cards in his palm. A drop of blood fell onto them, smearing a line of text.

He lightly brushed it away, but only after pausing for several seconds did he raise the handkerchief to block his nostril.

Eight Spirit Communications, combined with his severe injuries, had pushed his body to its limit.

Not only had his ability to think greatly declined, even such a simple physical action had