Gu Mian skillfully pulled a wrist-thick flashlight from the guitar bag on his back.
In this cold world where all players had an inventory, only this ornate guitar bag could offer Gu Mian a sliver of warmth.
He first switched on the flashlight to observe his surroundings. Logically, even though it was eight o'clock at night, it shouldn't be so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Unless we've been sent to some windowless place, like a sealed warehouse?
The flashlight beam now illuminated the area, and Gu Mian scanned his surroundings.
This really is a godforsaken place—at least in my opinion.
"So... this is a sealed warehouse, right?" Gu Mian muttered, flashlight in hand, as he spun in a circle.
