"Yeah, these things really should be protected properly. It would be such a waste to destroy them." Jiang Che nodded in agreement.
As Flying Tiger spoke, she picked up her phone, ready to pull up some information on existing museums for Jiang Che.
Some treasures really do deserve to be preserved.
She didn't see this as robbing museums now, but as an act of justice. When the museum cases are smashed, those relics are no longer awaiting resellers, nor are they doomed to be hoarded in some pitch-black basement.
Rather, at the edge of the world's destruction, someone was taking care to preserve them.
She opened her phone and started searching for museums she knew about, but as soon as she clicked, her screen notified her that the city had already been destroyed.
On her phone was only a distantly taken photo—a city overtaken by the Black Forest, dark and dead, bizarre branches sprawling everywhere like a haunted castle.
The more she saw, the more she wanted Jiang Che to hurry up.
