The huge room was filled with various books, antiques and collectibles about Fuxi, surrounding Greg in the middle, making it feel like a messy storage room.
With a cigar in his mouth, Greg was playing with a wooden sculpture of Fuxi in his hand, his eyes a little confused.
For a whole month, all the things related to Fuxi in the entire Luoyang City and even the surrounding areas have been collected, but there is still no clue about the descendants of Fuxi, the Zhenhun clan.
It seems that I haven’t collected enough!
Greg stood up and threw away the wood carving in his hand.
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