Opening the door, Wang Ming walked towards the neighboring room.
Thud! Thud!
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dark room.
Tingting frowned as she laid unmoving on the bed
This wasn't a dream!
"Hey! Are you awake?"
The voice that echoed in the darkness sounded like a knife scraping the bottom of a pot.
Tingting wanted to cover her ears with her hands.
This person's voice was incredibly annoying.
Wang Ming could see everything in the house clearly, including Tingting's confused expression.
"That's right! I forgot that your abilities have been crippled and you can't see anything. Give it a few minutes; you will slowly realize where you are now."
As he spoke, Wang Ming turned around and took out a match.
Then, he lit an oil lamp.
Oil was a substance that burned rather well.
It was just too expensive.
What a pity the oil industry was monopolized by the people of the South Continent.
