"However, as generations of people explore, they have found a practical way to alleviate hidden diseases, and that is to hold concerts."

The old man burped, looked at the height of one-third of the spiritual liquid in the glass tube, and gave Fan Ning a look that seemed to be bargaining, but the force from the barrel of Roy's gun pressed against the back of his head,

Let him give up this unrealistic idea.

"The level of performing in public is not very important, but it does require a certain amount of audience. The best effect is at three o'clock in the evening. At least once per person per month can reduce the speed of disappearing into nothingness. So everyone arranged each

Yue’s plan - let 20 people go up to play every night, and the other half listen, and everyone takes turns... The residents who don’t want to die so quickly have reluctantly learned an instrument."

…There seems to be something really wrong with all of these source gods. Fan Ning frowned when he heard this.

This is already the third source of artifact witness that he knows: "Red Pond" is an evil god, "Fountain in the Painting" is crazy, and "Hidden Lamp" seems to be extremely abnormal - this thing that comes out of his activities

You can see the error zone and all kinds of weird rules.

Living in such an atmosphere and routine, it is normal for these residents to act strangely.

"Where is the manor in the north of the city?" Fan Ning continued to ask, trying to confirm whether Qiong's memory of the ancestral home actually existed.

"Manor?" The other party's expression was stunned for a moment.

"...Or, a special place in the north of the city." In order to increase the possibility of getting clues, Fan Ning expanded the scope of his expression.

"A special place?" The old man's raised wine glass stopped emptying, and his lips were half-immersed in the liquid. "If we have to exclude those ordinary residential buildings-" He searched hard for memory, and then said:
Chapter completed!