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.

Mirages do 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 this?

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.

heavily clouded.

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, 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 awhile.

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 another commission on the wish wall 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.
To be continued...