The moment number six turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes turned dark.
The fugitives kept quiet and did not dare to make a sound.
Song qingxiao stood on the altar and watched as number six and number seven quickly went down the stairs. As if afraid that she would go back on her words, they appeared in the square after a few minutes.
No. 6 must have heard what he said earlier. After the stars reversed, the direction of the undead altar was changed.
He went down the square, and under the gazes of song qingxiao and the others, he walked straight in the direction he had come from.
No. 7 followed behind him, and soon the two of them disappeared into the thick fog.
It was only when their footsteps could no longer be heard that song qingxiao's eyes darkened. She waved her hand and said, "
"Let's get ready to go."
Number one then asked, "
"Don't you want to wait a little longer?"
