The last thing Xun Aixi remembered was the blue light that exploded in the studio.
At that time, she was working on the computer to modify the pattern of the third version of the "Guochao Cultural and Creative IP" - the client wanted to "look like the bronze patterns of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but also have a modern minimalist feel." She stayed up all night and just simplified the lines of the Taotie pattern to the third version. In version 17, the moment the fingertips touched the digital tablet, sparks suddenly burst out from the socket. Electricity ran up the arm along the silver chain around the wrist. The screen in front of him turned into a dazzling white, and then, it was boundless darkness.
"Cough... Cough cough..."
