2:45 am.
The fallen corridor.
Li Shaoqiang lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
He was thinking about the holy water for tomorrow.
In order to make money, he had invested all his capital. The pressure was immense.
Yet, he had encountered the force majeure of the destruction of the fallen corridor.
Could it be that he was not born with the talent to do business?
While he was half-asleep, Li Shaoqiang heard a familiar voice from outside the tent.
"Hello? Are you asleep?"
Li Shaoqiang immediately sat up straight and was not sleepy at all.
He opened the tent and asked, "Fang Heng, what's the matter?"
"Yes, there's something very important. I want to ask you about it. Do you know anything about necromancy energy?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Fang Heng's question, Li Shaoqiang was also stunned.
This Big Brother did not sleep at night. Instead, he was suddenly asking about necromancy energy?
