The car started.

Wu Xiaode looked at his phone and saw that the call on it had been hung up.

The emperor is gone.

It's really unreliable.

Having said that, in a certain aspect, Zhao Junyu is actually quite like him.

Wu Xiaode shook his head and sighed: "Old Xiao, we will go kill people later."

Xiao Baihong said cautiously: "You know, killing someone is a trivial matter, but there is another very important thing between us..."

"What's the matter?" Wu Xiaode was confused.

"That's the thing I lent you. It helped you a lot." Xiao Baihong reminded in an embarrassed tone.

Wu Xiaode suddenly realized.

"for you."

He took out his headphones and threw them over.

Xiao Baihong immediately picked up the earphones, quickly put them into her pocket, and pressed her hands outside her pocket.

He seemed to have put aside a worry and smiled again.

"As for killing, I am good at this kind of thing. If you don't want to do it, Xiao Wu, I will kill them all for you." He patted his chest and said.

"Old Xiao, that's really interesting. Then I won't take action." Wu Xiaode said movedly.

"A person's head is five million, and acquaintances get a 10% discount. I hit it off with you and have dealt with the Guessing Demon together, so I'll give you a 92% discount. That's interesting," said Xiao Baihong.

"Forget it... I'd better do it myself." Wu Xiaode said numbly.

It was already night by this time.

The street lights were on one after another, and the streets were busy with traffic.

The car drove smoothly on the road and soon arrived in front of a magnificent and majestic church.

Wu Xiaode looked at the church and said:

"I heard that the number of people who believe in the Holy Religion in our country is gradually increasing."

"A group of skeletons appeared on the sea, and there were earthquakes and various strange phenomena everywhere. These pretenders are probably very happy." Xiao Baihong said.

He turned the steering wheel and walked around the main entrance of the church until he came to the path behind the church.

The car stops.

The two got out of the car and looked at the high iron fence and the deserted garden and grass inside the fence.

"There are many monitors." Wu Xiaode said.

"What are you afraid of? I am an assassin in the S-class club. I can just kill these mortals and act alone. You can rest." Xiao Baihong yawned.

"Didn't you just say that one person has a head of five million?" Wu Xiaode laughed.

"I'm just kidding. I've already accepted a commission from the royal family, so why would I ask you for money? Now I have to work. If you are interested, you can come in and visit their buildings and sculptures, or go across the street for a late-night snack.

Meet here later."

Xiao Baihong said, jumped up the iron fence, and landed lightly in the garden.

A shrill alarm sounded immediately.

The surveillance camera turned around and focused on Xiao Baihong. At the same time, the guard's voice sounded from the speaker:

"Who are you? Leave the church immediately! Otherwise we will call the police immediately!"

Xiao Baihong smiled at the camera, strode through the garden, and walked towards the depths of the church.

Wu Xiaode stood there watching this scene and murmured:

"This guy is quite arrogant."

It is true that if the other party is an ordinary person, or even an ordinary professional, there is no need to worry about Xiao Baihong.

But Wu Xiaode's perspective on the problem is different from everyone else's.

He had seen the Cyclops and the Bone Dragon with his own eyes.

Therefore, he is always a little more cautious than ordinary people.

——Because this era has begun to show a side that humans have never been exposed to.

"Old Xiao is pretty good, but... let's go and have a look."

Wu Xiaode murmured.

A burst of mist quietly appeared around him, gradually covering him completely.

The mist was very dense at first, almost blocking Wu Xiaode's sight, but soon, all the mist gradually merged into the void and became consistent with the surrounding environment——

Like a chameleon.

The Book of the Dead was opened, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:

"The Silent Mist begins to blend with its surroundings."

"Due to the death characteristics of the Silent Magic Fog, you will not leak any breath when you are in the Magic Fog."

Wu Xiaode jumped slightly and stood on the iron fence.

The magical mist of silence followed him around, lingering endlessly, completely covering his figure.

Looking from a distance, there is nothing on the iron fence.

Wu Xiaode landed on the lawn and raised his feet to walk towards the church.

He suddenly stood on the same spot again.

A vague feeling emerged in his mind, making him couldn't help but look down at the lawn.

"Ah... Could it be that because we are in the death camp, I can sense so many deaths?"

He murmured softly, stretched out his fist, and punched the ground hard.

Boom!

The ground shook.

This punch used skillful force and directly shook the soil away, revealing the movement buried underneath.

Corpse.

One corpse after another was placed haphazardly on the ground. They had been dead for a long time, but they did not rot.

Wu Xiaode felt an awkward and uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

He frowned, a little confused.

The Book of the Dead opened quietly, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:

"You are a dead soldier recognized by the kingdom of death. You can sense the characteristics of death."

"The soul of the current corpse has not traveled to the kingdom of death normally."

"This is a distortion of the law of death, so it makes you naturally sensitive."

No trip to the kingdom of death.

So, where did these souls go?

Wu Xiaode put his hand on the Dream Blowing Knife and walked step by step towards the depths of the yard.

Xiao Baihong went to the front hall of the church...

Then just walk from the back and see what you can find.

He changed his path and walked through the unguarded path until he came to a side entrance of the church.

The door is locked.

Wu Xiaode took out the dream blowing knife and gently slid it along the crack of the door.

Two imperceptible soft sounds.

open the door.

I saw that the place where the door lock was cut off was as smooth as a mirror.

——The blowing dream knife is really sharp.

Wu Xiaode walked in, closed the door, and then looked around.

I saw that this was a confessional, and there didn't seem to be anything strange about it.

But Wu Xiaode sensed the strong aura of death.

For him in the death camp, this was like an open flame in the darkness.

He searched the wall and soon found a hollow space.

There must be a secret door here.

But if I look for it now, I don’t know how long it will take.
To be continued...