The frigid winter night's pitch-black corridor,
Dark alley under the cruel moonlight.
The charming voice quickly faded away,
A heavy thud quietly descended.
It landed right in front of Xu Shu,
Blocking the unobstructed path.
Helpless, I can only take a closer look,
It's a distinctly shaped torn burlap sack.
The exterior is bulging and glossy,
Because the inside has waterproof plastic.
The bottom still slightly damp,
A faint bloody concrete scent.
...
...
"Hmm, if my sense of smell and spiritual intuition aren't wrong, could this be..."
Xu Shu was stunned for a while, after careful discernment, he couldn't help but come up with a bold hypothesis.
He immediately began to verify, stepping forward to try to tear open the sack, only to find that the thing was tightly sealed, with an internal hinge lock that ordinary people couldn't open.
Of course, what troubles others can't trouble Xu Longxiang.
Because there's no hole in this world he can't get into.
