Meanwhile, on Earth, in Dongshui City of Blood Island's Fragment World.
Tianxing Club Building.
A group of employees were taking a break from their busy work, gathered together and chatting.
"Hasn't the department head been around lately?"
"I heard he's recovering at home."
"Ugh, what a shame. The deputy head is even stricter. If we want to rest for a bit, we have to hide in Weiqi World."
Several employees sighed.
As they spoke, a gust of wind suddenly blew in through the window.
They shivered and looked at one another.
"Why is it so cold?"
"Is this some new supervision measure? Hurry up and get back to work."
"Probably."
As they spoke, they returned to their desks and hurriedly got busy.
Strange tales and bizarre incidents, rare treasures and exotic artifacts... analyzed, catalogued, researched, and handled.
A white shadow passed by them, unnoticed by anyone.
If I walk the path you once walked, does that count as a reunion? White Shadow thought.
At last, she arrived at an office.
Someone cleaned it every day, but the computer had not been turned on for a long time.
Sticky notes still bore one bizarre incident after another.
Some had been marked with an x, while others were circled.
She sat down in the chair.
If I sit in the same seat, does that count as an embrace?...
Within the Great Yan script.
Wenren Sheng, who was compiling a book titled the "Heavenly Saint Martial Scripture," suddenly felt a chill down his back and sneezed several times.
"Hey, Old Guo, haven't you already opened your meridians and become immune to heat and cold? Why are you still sneezing?" Beneath his feet, a Purple Flower Dog that had been snoring soundly was awakened by the noise and asked in confusion.
It was getting