C61 The Elementary Form of Myriad Miles.

Standing in the courtyard of the Taxi Company, Wan Lixing felt that the sky of the Underworld was so gloomy, as if it was about to collapse, pressing down so heavily on people that they couldn't even breathe.

"Beautiful Supervisor, why do you think the air quality in the Underworld has become like this?"

"The charming Madam Meng