How could this be?
Lin Hao's divine thought began to constantly expand outward.
Originally, his perception of this secret realm was void, but now he could sense all kinds of drifting souls.
As the souls in his perception increased, Lin Hao vaguely discerned an invisible thread.
Everyone had one at the back of their neck!
Like the "strings" of a marionette.
These souls seemed to be bound by this thread, but the source was undetectable.
Especially after Lin Hao's divine thought perceived these threads, they all retracted into the nape, and the souls directly dissipated in this space.
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Valve City City Management Team.
Three-shift rotation office.
A man with heavy dark circles gazed into the distance from the railing, behind him, a little secretary in the office, still wearing a helmet, held a tablet and was giving a work report.
