"Video from six months ago? Eighty hundred years ago, I don't know where I lost it. How could it be found out? The security guard muttered that although Xia Yihan was surrounded by a Black-faced god's leaf ink, he was unwilling to find something from piles of video monitors half a year ago.

Before Yezimo spoke, Xia Yihan took hold of Yezimo's sleeve and shook it. He smiled and said to the security guard, "Since you don't have us here, we're gone."

Ye Zimo took out his mobile phone, but Xia Yihan had not yet pulled it away. Outside the security room, Xia Yihan said mysteriously, "I have a way."...