But there is also such a group of people, who have watched Baizhou's previous live broadcast, pursue excitement, want to come here to play, and even some people want to buy real estate.

This place will definitely become an Internet celebrity check-in place in the future, and if they can buy a store, they won't make money lying down.

But the Special Security Bureau did not dare to open this place, for fear of causing dissatisfaction among the original residents, relatives and friends, for fear that the space would not be stable, and there would be a comeback from the other world.

It's not like this hasn't happened before.

Therefore, it was surprisingly quiet, there was not even the sound of insects, the door of the store was open, but the contents were gone, and they were all taken away by the original owner and the owner's relatives and friends.

They have suffered heavy losses, and what they can save is a little.

There was a lot of wine in the tavern where Wen Junzhi was sitting, and no one had touched it since the arrival of the other world, perhaps because the owner and his relatives were no longer there.

He drained the whiskey from his glass, reached out and pulled another bottle from the cabinet, poured it out and continued to drink.

On his right-hand side, there was already a small stack of banknotes, which was the wine money he had left for this shop in the past few days, and no one came to collect it, but he still gave as much as he could, only a little more.

"Mr. Wen." Liu Yu walked in, his face gloomy, "You've been drinking here for seven days, you can't drink anymore."

The company's affairs were all thrown to him again, he had been 007 for several days, there were deep dark circles under his eyes, and he felt that his body was going to be hollowed out.

No amount of money can be given!

But seeing Wen Junzhi like this, he couldn't say a word of exhortation, at most he could only squeeze out the sentence just now.

Mr. Wen likes Miss Bai so much, how sad he should be when Miss Bai is dead.

When he thought of Bai Zhou, his heart also throbbed.

Miss Bai is a good person, and she treats him very well.

However, the dead are gone, and the living should live well.

What's the point of drinking to get rid of sorrows?

He took a deep breath and was about to pour some chicken soup for the soul for Wen Junzhi, but he heard the God of Wealth who had lost his beloved speak, "Did I ask you to find the thing I found for me?"

Liu Yu was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and the expression on his face became even more gloomy: "Mr. Wen, I used all the resources at hand to investigate, but I didn't find what you wanted, and even the advent organization I arranged for someone to secretly ask, there are countless other worlds, more than the stars in the sky, it can't be located at all, it can only be random."

"Even if it is an advent organization, they have the ability to attract the arrival of the other world, and they cannot enter the same other world twice."

This can only be a matter of luck.

But that's much lower than the odds of winning a 100 million lottery.

Approximately none.

Wen Jun lowered his head, there was no light in the tavern, the light was very dim, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He had a wine glass in his hand, still shaking it gently.

Suddenly, he tilted his head, drank the wine from his glass, and took out a few more bills and pressed them under the stack of banknotes.

"Look for it again." He lifted his eyelids, "No matter what it takes, you must find it."

Liu Yu was silent for a moment, and finally said, "Yes."

Since Mr. Wen asked him to find it, he should go to find it, at least let Mr. Wen have hope.

For a moment, he was really scared.

He felt that Mr. Wen would slowly grow two horns in the dark, fur on his face, and his hands into sharp claws, and then leap out and tear the whole world apart.

It's terrible, his legs are still limp.

After Liu Yu left, Wen Junzhi was silent for a while, and then took out something from his arms.

It was the Qiankun bag, the one that Bai Zhou snatched out of the green mud for him.

He gently stroked the soft fabric, as if caressing his lover's cheek, the delicate and gentle touch coming from his fingertips, feeling something about to gush out of his chest.

Director Yang is sick.

He witnessed Bai Zhou being burned to ashes by the fire, and after coming back, he cried and fell ill, and heard that he vomited blood in the hospital, and the doctor said that he was too sad, and the aura was reversed, and he injured the meridians, and needed to recuperate for a while, and his wife and children accompanied him in front of the hospital bed.

But no one accompanied Wen Junzhi.

He found that except for Bai Zhou, he didn't have any relatives around him.

His mother and grandmother loved him very much, but they were always separated by a layer, and he could not tell them these things, which would make them sad and difficult.

Without Bai Zhou, he really became a loner.

He couldn't even cry once.

When the pain is deep, I can't even shed tears.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the tavern door opened, and the wind chimes hanging on the door jingled.

Wen Junzhi raised his head, but he didn't see anyone.

But the footsteps did not stop, and walked straight in front of him, and then the bottle of wine he had placed in front of him suddenly flew up, and a glass next to him also slid over.

An unseen man picked up his glass and took a drink.