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At lunchtime, today's auction naturally reached its resting period.
The open-air Wanggui Building gradually closed its eaves and roof like a lotus flower in reverse.
The scorching midday sunlight was blocked outside, and the faint, gentle light from the Luminous Glass Lamp illuminated the entire building.
Shu Ci, who had his iron pot taken away, could only make do with the food sent by Manager Li.
After eating his fill, he lazily squinted his eyes, ready to recline on the beauty couch for a nap.
Before lying down, a sharp glint flashed across his eyes, and he sat up straight.
Baili An's gaze shifted to him, asking, "What is it?"
Shu Ci's nose twitched slightly, and he said, "There's a scent of blood."
Baili An was skeptical, although a fox's nose is very sensitive, it couldn't be more sensitive than his being a corpse demon born with a keen sense for blood smell.
Shu Ci furrowed his brows, and a hint of gloominess emerged from his dull and wooden gaze.
