Yan Xing's eyes trembled slightly, and he quietly adjusted his way forward. His luck was undoubtedly excellent at this moment. The location of the stone tablet was just at the edge of the hollow of the hemisphere. If it was slightly offset, everything would be over.

Although the golden light talisman armor on his body can temporarily escape from the hemisphere hole, once he does this, it will undoubtedly attract the attention of the "Holy Palace".

Bang!!

Yan Xing stepped heavily on the stone tablet, as if he had subconsciously stroked it. Then he bent down naturally and picked up a smooth leg bone from under the stone tablet. It was very heavy, and I don’t know which creature it came from.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

He held his leg bones in his hand, waved them hard for a few times, and then nodded with satisfaction, then immediately followed the army and ran, whispering in a low voice.

"There are many crises in the fog. I don't know how many terrifying and weird things exist. It's better to have a self-defense item than to have a bare hands..."

Yan Xing's behavior is not an isolated case. There are many city slaves who think like him, and they all find a handy thing.

After all, no one is a fool. It is impossible for the big shots of the "Holy Palace" to take them, such humble city slaves, to make fun, right? There must be a terrible danger waiting for everyone.

Yan Xing was very satisfied with his acting skills and thought that no one would notice his small move, just a skeleton that could be seen everywhere. Who could know the hidden mystery?

But he didn't know that the old man with white eyebrows who was walking in the front had his eyes flashed slightly as he picked up his leg bones.

‘Haha, funny little guy.’

Yan Xing is still too shallow in his understanding of extraordinary power in this world.
Chapter completed!