As for what happens after it's closed, whether this ghost will continue to haunt him, he doesn't know, but now is not the time to consider these things.
There is no other way, Yang Xiao decided to act immediately, summoning his courage, he walked towards the tree where he remembered the Ghost Fog Bottle was.
One step, two steps... Cold sweat soaked his back, it could be said that each step presented Yang Xiao with immense pressure, after all, he was moving step by step towards the ghost in a way he couldn't comprehend.
If the judgment was wrong this time, then he would almost lose his last chance to survive, which forced him to be cautious.
This was a race against time, and Yang Xiao couldn't be sure whether he would find the Ghost Fog Bottle first or if the ghost lurking in the mist would find him first.
Fortunately, Yang Xiao's luck was somewhat better, after taking a few difficult steps, he finally returned to that tree and found the Ghost Fog Bottle.
