Cultivation, Cultivation, Whatever Path You Follow

It was an ordinary day. On this ordinary day, there was an ordinary social worker doing an ordinary job. On an ordinary night, he returned to his home unremarkably. He yawned and opened the door as usual. But today, the things behind the door were different. There was a dark hole behind the door. Only one side of the hole could be seen, and nothing could be seen or touched from other directions. He yawned as he walked forward. When he reached the bed in the previous house, he threw his briefcase forward and lay down. However, when he lay down before, a soft bed followed him, but now he went directly into the hole. I don't know whether he was too tired to be a social beast or didn't want to think, so he lay down in the hole in a sleeping position. The hole was completely dark. Wang Xu floated in the space in a sleeping position, and he kept sleeping like this, and kept sleeping. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.