If there really are mysterious creatures among those artifacts...
Considering the activity range of these scavengers, trying to trace them one by one is like searching for a needle in a haystack.
As he walked, Sun Hang suddenly felt that he might have missed some clue.
He originally planned to study the diary carefully once he returned to the research institute, but an impulse inside drove him to the entrance of a coffee shop, where he sat down by the street-side tables and chairs.
Sun Hang opened the "diary filled with love for the goddess" once again.
As Sun Hang flipped through the pages, these papers, frozen brittle by the cold, constantly made rustling sounds.
"Hmm?"
Sun Hang furrowed his brow; he suddenly noticed that among the maddening text, some characters seemed different.
