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Just like that, a whole day passed.
Midnight. Twelve o'clock.
The streetlights glowed dim and sparse, casting long, distorted shadows that stretched out silent and eerie. The night wind brushed by, and the dry yellow leaves whispered softly...
The outlines of buildings grew blurred and profound in the night, while dogs barked in the distance and nocturnal birds called out...
"Clack." The window to the chief's office was closed, sealing that quiet, unsettling night outside.
Qiu Tu sat down in the chief's chair, then took out the "Soul Shackles" altar.
This afternoon, Old Tang called on behalf of his side, saying he had received Qiu Tu's report.
He decided to set out for Xinjie City tomorrow, to personally inspect the "Yellow Charm."
Previously, Qiu Tu and Tang Feifei had submitted reports on the cause of death of the "Yellow Charm" and the "Domain Master."
