Wu Xiaode pretended not to know anything, took the lead, and ran forward.

The next moment.

ahead.

An extremely long fleshy tendril filled with souls stretched out from behind, went around to the front of the crowd, whizzed around the corner, and passed by Wu Xiaode like lightning.

What?

what happens?

The tendril scratched the falcon's body and then quickly retracted it.

The God of Death took another step towards the mountain stream.

——What was it doing just now?

Wu Xiaode was confused, but he couldn't look back.

It wasn't until he crossed a mountain that he turned back and said:

"Captain, I'm going to speed up, you guys should follow me!"

"Okay, just speed up." The group leader responded.

Wu Xiaode's eyes slid over Falcon's body.

I saw a hole in his chest, and blood was flowing out.

——But no one saw this scene.

Falcon himself doesn't seem to know.

So is this an illusion?

Wu Xiaode was confused, but he had no time to think about it.

It has been delayed for seven or eight minutes.

In more than twenty minutes, the nuclear bomb is coming!

He was extremely anxious.

Suddenly, the leader's body flashed and he landed on the same level as Wu Xiaode.

The two walked side by side.

"Did you sense something just now?" she asked softly.

Wu Xiaode opened his mouth to speak——

A line of small words in ice crystal suddenly appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Someone among you is favored by the God of Death. What you say will be heard by the God of Death until that person dies."

The words in Wu Xiaode's mouth suddenly changed: "No, I just think we need to find a large force as soon as possible, so that we can have some protection."

Beyond the mountain forest ahead, a road suddenly appeared.

There is a troop transport truck on the roadside.

The leader said: "Gunner."

"clear!"

The gunman responded and jumped onto the truck first.

Soon.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the truck painted with dark green field paint started to move.

The truck drove all the way to the main road.

"It doesn't feel right..."

The leader said softly.

"I feel the same way." Falcon said from the side.

Wu Xiaode said nothing.

He saw blood constantly overflowing from Falcon's chest.

Sometimes, the blood would stop flowing, but a black mark would immediately appear on Falcon's chest.

Then the wound burst open immediately.

The blood continued to flow out.

——But no one else saw this scene.

"Who else?" asked the leader.

"Me." Xiao Baihong said solemnly.

The leader said: "It seems that our power is biased toward spirituality, so we have premonitions, but generally speaking, certain premonitions only happen to a very small number of people -"

She didn't say any more.

But everyone understood what she meant.

This time, the three spiritual professionals all had a bad premonition.

This in itself is problematic.

The group leader thought for a while, took out a blank yellow talisman, and drew dragons and snakes on it with a cinnabar pen, quickly filling it with runes.

She held the rune with both hands and whispered:

"Nine Heavens Divine Blessing, Heavenly Official!"

The talisman remained motionless.

The leader waited for a few seconds, with a strange expression on his face, opened his hands and looked at the talisman.

I saw the runes on the talisman flowing continuously like blood, falling to the ground, and making pitiful screams.

Everyone was silent.

Although Wu Xiaode couldn't understand what happened, he saw the expressions of other team members changed.

The eagle even started to turn pale.

The group leader put away the talisman and shouted: "Evil things are taking over, the world and the spirits are dead, this place is about to be completely over - speed up! We have to leave here immediately!"

"Captain, someone is coming!" Xiao Baihong shouted.

Everyone looked towards the mountain road together.

The roar of cars came from the end of the rugged mountain road.

Two military trucks are rushing towards us.
Chapter completed!