Darkness.
In the darkness, it seemed as if someone was calling him.
"Boss, wake up."
"Did he drink too much last night?"
"Not sure, but there's business, and they specifically asked for the boss."
"Boss! Open the door!"
The knocking on the door grew louder and louder.
Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a simple single room.
A bucket of leftover instant noodles was placed in front of the camp bed.
Seven or eight bottles of liquor were scattered on the floor.
His head hurt a bit.
Ah...
Damn, wasn't I back in the future?
What's going on now?
The Evil Spirit Book quietly opened, revealing lines of small bronze characters:
"You have reached the nearest time anchor point."
"Current identity successfully created."
"All owing to Pangu's stitching of fate, aided by fairies in further disguising you, so you're merely somewhat aged."
"This time smuggling is successfully completed."
Wu Xiaode sat up and looked at the mirror opposite him.
