"Nothing much." Jiang Shu smiled and turned to look out the window.
Outside the window, the street scene remained unchanged, with evil spirits wandering under the black night; colorful lights flickered, brightening the night.
The light of Lonely City?
He stared at the unique nighttime scene of Area F, his ears perked up to listen to the faint gunfire coming from some distant place.
Next to Jiang Shu, several Tablet Spirits also made the gestures and spoke lines from Ultraman, like "Tiga" and "Gaia."
But in the end, he didn't say anything else.
To be the Underground Emperor or the light of Lonely City wasn't easy; he didn't even have an entry ticket.
Could joining the Deception Group be considered an entry ticket?
Jiang Shu shook his head slightly.
That was far from enough.
However, suddenly, he saw a message pop up on Xiaoyi's screen.
Xiaoyi: If ancient times can be boiled into soup, we wish to become the light!
Hmm?
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