Beep beep beep!
Early in the morning, Sun Yan was awakened by the alarm clock on the bedside table.
He instantly opened his eyes and picked up his phone to check the time displayed on the screen. As expected, the time had finally returned to normal, and he was back to Monday again.
The experiences from last night felt like a dream, leaving Sun Yan with a sense of disbelief even now.
But fortunately, he could confirm that the advent of White Sunday posed no danger to him.
He just needed to continue collecting more special corpses, then wait for the next White Sunday to sell to the corpse collector and trade for more materials.
"Why are there so many unread messages, this group of people really love to chat."
Opening WeChat, Sun Yan immediately saw the 999+ notifications in the Folklore Association group chat he had joined.
He clicked in and saw several members of the Folklore Association discussing the daily information they had gathered.
