Real World.
Peng City.
At this moment, black and white lights appeared above everyone's heads in Peng City.
Only one person's head did not bear the black and white lights.
Just as Lin Yuan had anticipated, that person was Yang Jing.
"Dong!"
"Dong! Dong!"
In the kitchen of the dog meat restaurant, Yang Jing was chopping dog meat. He inadvertently glanced out the window, seeing the passersby with black and white lights above their heads, a helpless smile appeared on his face.
"Alas!"
"Still got discovered, huh!" Yang Jing's face was full of helplessness, yet he wasn't panicked.
He continued chopping and stewing the dog meat as usual.
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Underworld.
Lin Yuan's divine sense extended to the real world, further to Peng City.
Eventually, it extended to that familiar dog meat restaurant.
In the kitchen of the dog meat restaurant, Lin Yuan saw Yang Jing, whose head did not bear the black and white lights.
It was indeed him.
