On the walls of the palace complex, black skeletons stood one after another, holding various weapons, with dark will-o'-the-wisps flashing in their eyes, looking towards the coast.
A skeleton wearing tattered armor walked to the middle of the city wall, raised the bone knife in his hand and pointed towards the coastline.
Like a person who has not spoken for a long time, its voice is hoarse and stiff:
"Humans, there are still thirty days before we will overlap with your world."
"unless--"
"Kill all those professionals."
"In that case, our world will not be able to integrate with yours, because you are too inferior."
The skeleton's voice sounded far across the sea, resounding in all directions like the hum of an airplane engine.
The live TV broadcast faithfully recorded this scene.
On the bustling Changhong Street, the noisy voices suddenly subsided.
Many people are watching this scene——
Through the store screen, mobile phone, sharing with friends, etc.
The world fell into a strange brief silence.
Everyone realized one thing.
Mirage does not make any sound.
If it is a mirage, what scene does it reflect?
What kind of city do you want, a majestic castle as tall as a mountain, with so many skeletons?
——What kind of place would have such a terrifying scene?
The next second.
The TV screen suddenly switched to the studio.
The beautiful host's face turned pale, and she forced a smile and said: "Everyone, the signal from the front has been interrupted. I believe this is just some kind of prank - coming from some people who are dissatisfied with mainstream society."
"This news report is finished for you, we will see you tomorrow."
The program ended in a hurry.
Wu Xiaode fell into deep thought.
Since the continuous earthquakes, the world seems to have begun to look a little different.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Why do you think so much?
Whether you will be alive or not after seven days is still up for grabs, so why bother thinking about it?
He quickened his pace, quickly left the lively street, turned into an alley, walked all the way to the end, and then changed several roads, walking further and further away, until he finally reached the demolition area.
boom--
There was lightning flashing across the sky.
Dark clouds are gathering.
The world becomes darker and darker.
Wu Xiaode got into an abandoned teaching building before the rain started to fall.
He climbed up to the third floor, found a random classroom, opened the door and entered.
Most of the seats and benches here have been removed, leaving only a few damaged chairs and a crooked table.
Written on the blackboard is a line of mathematical questions and answers:
"How to prove...=1?"
Wu Xiaode took a look, picked up the chalk tip, and finished the answer smoothly.
As he wrote, he thought about everything that happened today and the strategies he could adopt to deal with it.
Outside, the rain was pouring.
The whole world seemed to melt into darkness.
The chalk in Wu Xiaode's hand kept hitting the blackboard, making an increasingly dense ding-ding-dong-dong sound.
After a while.
The ding-dong sound stopped abruptly.
"Sister Lan...I know you don't want me to fight."
"But we have nothing to lose. I hope you don't blame me for what I have to do." He whispered.
On the blackboard, the proof questions have been written.
Following Wu Xiaode's thoughts, the Book of the Dead shook slightly, emitting a misty mist, covering everything around it.
A wall covered with various notes quietly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.
Wish the wall!
Wu Xiaode looked towards the wall and saw a blank note in the center of the wall.
A sudden realization flashed through his heart, letting him know what he should do.
——After all, the Book of the Dead is his own ability.
The blank note flew over quietly and landed in his hand.
"Please help me find a woman named Xia Huilan, she is my neighbor."
"Remuneration?"
"I can pay three points of soul power."
——I am so broke that the only thing I can pay for is my soul power.
Fortunately, after the soul power is delivered, I can slowly recover by just resting. Otherwise, I really have nothing to offer.
Anyway, I hope someone is willing to help.
Following Wu Xiaode's thoughts, lines of small words quietly appeared on the note.
Wu Xiaode read it over and felt that there was no problem, so he pasted the note back on the wall.
Waited for a few breaths.
A gust of wind blew through the mist.
The note was blown by the wind, flew out from the wall, and soon disappeared.
The next second.
All the fog dissipated, and the entire wall of wishes disappeared from Wu Xiaode's face.
He found himself back in the abandoned classroom.
A line of small words in ice crystal appeared on the Book of the Dead:
"The commission has been accepted."
"Please wait."
Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.
The commission has been accepted. I hope everything goes well and find Xia Huilan quickly.
He looked at his phone.
It's ten o'clock in the evening.
After twelve o'clock, on the next day, you can accept the commission on the wish wall again to increase the upper limit of your soul power.
——It’s best to find Xia Huilan before twelve o’clock!
Wu Xiaode was thinking silently when he suddenly heard a sound.
He turned and looked toward the window.
I saw a crow sitting on the railing outside the window.
The crow's feathers were as dark as night, but there was a faint white light emitting around it. There was a hint of cunning in its eyes, and it was looking at Wu Xiaode quietly.
Could this be——?
Wu Xiaode was a little unsure and looked blankly at the crow outside the window.
A hint of helplessness flashed in the crow's eyes, it shook itself in the wind and rain, flew up again, and tapped the glass with its sharp beak.
Indeed it is!
Wu Xiaode quickly opened the window.
The crow flew in and landed gently on the tilted table.
"Are you looking for someone?" it said.
Wu Xiaode stared at the crow with wide eyes and said, "I never knew that crows can talk."
"Idiot, I am not an ordinary crow, I am the spirit of the crow." The crow said with disdain.
Wu Xiaode came back to his senses.
Yes, your Book of the Dead can draw on the power of the undead and heroic spirits.
How could an ordinary crow accept his commission?
This crow must be a spirit.
"You should have read the commission. I want to find a woman named Xia Huilan." Wu Xiaode said... "This is simple, but let's talk about the income issue first. After all, you only have three points of soul power, which is not enough for me.
Eat." Crow said.
"What profit?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"You are surrounded by the black energy of death and the bloody light of killing. I guess the road ahead for you is not easy. If you fight next, then I will draw the soul power from those guys you killed.
, do you have any objection to this?" Crow asked.
Can it still be like this?
Wu Xiaode was a little surprised and said: "Okay, but we have to share this harvest equally."
"Split it equally! Are you kidding me? Only the souls of our crow clan can directly absorb the soul power of the dead. This is very hard work. I am seven and you are three, but it is almost the same!" Crow said.
"You also know that I have very little soul power. If I run out of soul power during the battle, I will not be able to act later, and your commission may not be completed." Wu Xiaode said.
The crow hesitated.
"I'm four and you're six, this is our first time working together, so everyone takes a step back," Wu Xiaode said.
"If you can really get some extra income, then four or six cents." Crow compromised.
"Okay, can you take me to find Xia Huilan?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"Let's go find her together."
The crow landed on Wu Xiaode's shoulder and suddenly disappeared.
Wu Xiaode was surprised and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that he had lost control of his body.
"Why do you spirits control other people's bodies?" He couldn't help but protest in his heart.
"We cannot directly affect reality. Only by descending into your body can we participate in the affairs of this world." Crow Spirit explained.
This is exactly what the Book of the Dead says.
"Okay, before we act, I want to ask how I should call you." Wu Xiaode asked.
"My kind is my name." The crow spirit said.
"Wu?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"No, I am a crow. You can call me Little Crow. When other birds are around, please call me Brother Crow." The crow spirit said.
"...Nice to meet you, I am Wu Xiaode."
"Nice to meet you. Now we have to find a way to complete the commission."
Wu Xiaode moved his body and said in a sharp and weird tone: "Anyway, let's fly to her place of work now to see if there are any clues."
He walked to the window sill, jumped up gently, and jumped out.
"This is the third floor!" Wu Xiaode reminded quickly.
"Don't underestimate me, I can fly." Crow responded with a sneer.
I saw Wu Xiaode floating in the air, with a pair of black wings spread out behind him.
He slapped hard——
Boom!
A dull sound.
Wu Xiaode fell down and hit a puddle on the ground. He couldn't recover for a while.
Although the body is controlled by the spirit, various senses are not isolated.
Fortunately, his body's strength is now five times that of an ordinary person's, and his landing was cushioned by his wings, so he didn't break much, but it was too painful.
"Aren't you... able to fly?" Wu Xiaode asked through gritted teeth.
"This is also my first time to be possessed. After all, people like you who awaken the undead ability are so rare - don't worry, there will be no problem in the future."
Wu Xiaode got up, trembled, and suddenly turned into a black crow and rushed into the sky.
In the cold wind and rain.
A black bird penetrated the thick lead cloud in the sky and disappeared without a trace...
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