The life of a mortal (1)

The bell rang in the morning, shaking the sparse morning fog. The doors of thousands of households opened one after another.

A new day had begun, and the city was bursting with vitality.

Tang Zhen had a very comfortable sleep that night.

It had been a long time since he had slept. Now that he had transformed into a mortal, he had the opportunity to experience this feeling again.

Tang Zhen stretched his lazy waist, turned over, and got off the bed. After which, he sized up his surroundings.

"Not bad, the house is very clean."

Tang Zhen used a praising tone as he spoke. After which, he looked at the corner of the room. There was a faint black figure there.

That black figure bowed and greeted when he saw Tang Zhen looking at him. After which, he quietly disappeared.

There was a broom at the door, and it was placed in an upright position, just like the other tools.