Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
Boom!!!!!
At 00:42, the dazzling white light arrived precisely on time, incinerating all things in the world.
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In Zhao Yingjun's house, inside the guest bedroom, Lin Xian opened his eyes.
Maybe it was because the air conditioning was set too low.
He felt a chill across his entire body.
The whole month of October.
He had been rushing around in the Ninth Dreamland, hoping to find a single living person to provide him with some clues.
Yes.
Just one living person would suffice.
At first, he wanted to find CC, or Big Face Cat. Later, he no longer hoped for that—finding anyone would do.
But as he unearthed the motorcycle and the range of exploration widened, Lin Xian's ominous feeling deepened.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself.
