On the walls of the palace communities, there were black skeletons standing one after another, holding various weapons, and dark ghost fire flashed in their eyes, looking towards the coast.

A skeleton in tattered armor walked to the middle of the city wall, raised the bone knife in his hand and pointed it towards the coastline.

Like a person who hasn't spoken for a long time, its voice is hoarse and stiff:

"Humans, there are thirty days left, and we will coincide with your world."

"unless--"

"You kill all those pros."

"In that case, our world will not be able to merge with you, because you are too low."

The sound of skeletons rang far away from the sea, like the buzzing sound of the plane engine.

Live TV faithfully recorded this scene.

On the bustling Changhong Street, the noisy voices suddenly became weaker.

Many people are watching this scene-

Through the store screen, mobile phone, sharing friends, etc.

The world was strangely trapped in a brief silence.

Everyone realized one thing.

Mirages will not make sounds.

If it is a mirage, then where does it reflect the scene?

What kind of city should you want? This majestic castle towering like mountains and has so many skeletons?

——What kind of place will have this horrifying scene?

Next second.

The TV screen was suddenly switched to the studio.

The beautiful host's face turned pale and she barely smiled: "Everyone, the signal ahead has been interrupted. I believe this is just a kind of prank - from some people who are dissatisfied with the mainstream society."

"This news has been broadcast to you, and we will see you tomorrow."

The show ended in a hurry.

Wu Xiaode fell into deep thought.

Since the start of continuous earthquakes, the world seems to have begun to become a little different.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.

What do you want to do so much?

It’s still a little bit to say whether you can live in seven days, so why bother to think about this?

He quickly stepped away from the bustling street, turned into an alley, walked to the end, and then changed several more roads, and became more and more deviant, and finally arrived at the demolition area.

boom--

Lightning flashed through the sky.

Dark clouds.

The world is getting darker.

Before the raindrops fell, Wu Xiaode entered an abandoned teaching building.

He climbed up to the third floor, found a classroom, and pushed the door open and went in.

Most of the seat benches here have been removed, leaving only a few damaged chairs and a skewed table.

A line of math questions and answers is written on the blackboard:

"How to prove...=1?"

Wu Xiaode took a look, picked up the chalk head, and finished answering it.

While writing, he thought about everything that happened today and the strategies he could take to deal with.

Outside the house, the rain was drizzling.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

Wu Xiaode did not look up, but simply kept tapping the blackboard with chalk, making increasingly dense ding-dong sounds.

"Sister Lan..."

"We... have nothing to lose."

He whispered.

On the blackboard, the proof question has been written.

Accompanied by Wu Xiaode's thoughts, the Book of the Dead shook gently, emitting a hazy mist, covering everything around.

A wall covered with various notes quietly appeared in front of Wu Xiaode.

May the wall!

Wu Xiaode looked up at the wall and saw a blank note in the center of the wall.

A sense of enlightenment flashed through his heart, letting him know what he should do.

——After all, the Book of the Undead is his own ability.

The blank note flew quietly over and fell into his hands.

"Please... help me find a woman named Xia Huilan, who is my neighbor."

"Is it reward?"

"I can pay three soul power."

——I am poor and idle, and the only thing I can pay for is soul power.

Fortunately, after the soul power is delivered, I can recover slowly with just rest, otherwise I really have nothing to do.

Anyway, I hope someone is willing to help.

With Wu Xiaode's thoughts, lines of small words quietly appeared on the note.

Wu Xiaode looked at it and felt that there was no problem, so he glued the note back to the wall of wishes.

Waited for a few breaths.

A gust of wind blew in the fog.

The note was blown by the wind and immediately floated out of the wall, and soon disappeared.

Next second.

All the fog dissipated, and the entire wall of wishes disappeared from Wu Xiaode.

He found himself back in the abandoned classroom.

A line of small words in the Book of the Dead appears:

“The commission has been accepted.”

"Please wait."

Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.

The commission was accepted, and I hope everything went well, so I quickly found Xia Huilan.

He looked at his phone.

It's ten o'clock in the evening now.

After twelve o'clock, the next day was the next day, and I could accept another commission from the wish wall to increase the upper limit of soul power.

——It is best to find Xia Huilan before twelve o'clock!

Wu Xiaode was thinking silently when suddenly he heard a sound.

He turned his head and looked at the window.

I saw a crow parked on the railing outside the window.

The crow's feathers were as dark as the night, but there was a faint white light around him, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he was quietly looking at Wu Xiaode.

Is this -

Wu Xiaode was a little uncertain and stared at the crow outside the window.

A hint of helplessness flashed in the crow's eyes, shook his body in the wind and rain, flew up again, and hit the glass with his sharp beak.

It's indeed it!

Wu Xiaode quickly opened the window.

The crow flew in and landed gently on the sloping table.

"Are you looking for someone?" it said with a mouthful.
To be continued...