So on this day, with nothing to do, he came to the center of the flying saucer, the door of the room where the [ghost] was.

As long as he doesn't go in, the [Aberration·Ghost] will not riot.

If you enter, the guy will knock on the glass like crazy, which will increase Conch's workload in vain.

[You are here!] The conch sent telepathy, and the voice was as playful and pleasant as ever.

Lu Yuan couldn't help complaining: "Oh, I'm really sorry for you. I always feel that our place has become the home of strange phenomena. There are two [demon] alone, two [devils], and now there are even [ghosts]

There are two. There are still two [weirds] left, so we can play two tables of mahjong."

Of course, according to the information of Shumiba Civilization, the number of [monsters] is far less than other anomalies. It would be very difficult to get two together.

"Really... I've been thinking, are our 18th civilization the front line against the anomalies? What will this world look like once we fall?" Lu Yuan kept talking and drank to himself.

A sip of wine.

His broken left arm was growing slowly, and the wound was itching so badly that he could only drink some pomegranate wine to relieve his boredom.
Chapter completed!