A few dozen minutes ago,
Luo Di was on the third level of the dungeon (the transition layer), making a deal with the cloth man, and a gift box cut out from the gastric pouch had a note on the surface.
This note was not just for meaningless congratulations.
On the back of the note, there was a message, a message that only Luo Di could see.
≮My friend, though I don't know why you remain confident after being permanently marked by this eye, you have been actively accepting its lead all along.
Across the drawbridge lies his hiding place.
Even if you have set up means in advance, there is still a risk.
The "tool" in the gift box is deemed as a normal transaction between us, considering you have not acted greedy throughout, I give you a small hint, considered as a bonus for this transaction.
After receiving the gift, in extreme darkness, recite the monologue, and the old moon shall cast down a pitiful white. ≯
Luo Di was very aware,
