About a week of such leisurely days passed. Tang Mo herself could hardly believe that for a three-month mission, so much time had already gone by in the blink of an eye.
'This is way too easy!'
A strange sense of panic welled up in Tang Mo's heart. 'The Illusion Realm is being this good to me? No way, right?'
Sure enough, what you fear is what comes to pass. Murphy's Law is never wrong.
One morning, when Tang Mo woke up at noon as usual and picked up her phone, she saw she had been added to a strange group on her messaging app.
The group's name was [Mutual Help Homeowners' Group].
The moment she saw the name, Tang Mo knew what this was. She remembered this event from Xu Yin's memories; the impression it left was quite deep.
Of course, it wasn't a good memory.
Xu Yin's home was in a high-end residential complex, but it wasn't a neighborhood of villas. A single building still housed a dozen or so families, and this entire complex had about a dozen of these apartment buildings.
