The night grew deep.
In a room, Zhao Qiong held a book in her hand, reading it with acute interest.
Across from her, Li San Lang was studying the various fist techniques within the piece of bone he was given.
Suddenly, Li San Lang put the piece of bone down and stood up.
"What's the matter?" Zhao Qiong asked.
"Toilet" Li San Lang replied.
"Ah"
Zhao Qiong looked down and continued reading her thick book.
As expected, Li San Lang didn't cause any grudge, so during the entire Apocalypse, no grudgeful spirit appeared to take his life.
Now that the Apocalypse is over, there wouldn't be any more danger.
Creak!
The bathroom door was closed, followed by the sound of water and the window opening.
An orange cat appeared from the darkness and silently leapt onto the window sill.
