The black around me seemed to be erased by an eraser, rippling with colors one by one.
The phantom of the golden vine danced in front of his eyes, and in an instant, it turned into a point of light and dissipated.
Qi Si closed his eyes and opened them, and found that he was still standing in the studio, and the corpse in front of him exuded a distinct smell of blood, which was exciting.
A line of text floated in the upper left corner of the line of sight.
[Your next copy will open after 71:59:59]
There is a string of constantly changing numbers between the texts, which should be the countdown mentioned by Ye Zi in the copy.
Three days for rest and preparation, neither long nor short.
The copy of the weird game didn't seem to take up real time, and Qis took out his phone in his pocke
