The purple electricity tore through the chaos, and the dark void turbulence surged like boiling ink. Ye Bufan felt as if he was being hit by ten thousand high-speed trains in a row, his internal organs were all out of place, and his ears were filled with the sharp sound of breaking through the air.
A second ago, he was frantically tightening screws on the electronics factory assembly line, with half a piece of bread in his mouth, wondering whether he could get the perfect attendance bonus this month - after all, the team leader said that as long as he didn't take leave at the end of the month, he would be given an extra two hundred yuan bonus. But who could have imagined that the old air conditioner on the top of the workshop suddenly exploded, and a faint blue arc struck him. When he opened his eyes again, the world was spinning, and both people and souls were thrown into this ghost place.
