No. 1 sighed silently and shook his head.
His eyes were filled with disappointment, and he was about to say, ""They ..."
He had only said two words when he heard a trembling voice.
the undead race ... The ... The totem ..."
That voice was as light as a feather, like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment. It was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. After a long while, number one finally reacted. This should be the voice of a fugitive!
The escapees, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke under song qingxiao's questioning.
He was overjoyed. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid that he would shock these people and interrupt him.
At this time, the more they knew, the more prepared they would be and the higher the chance of survival.
However, the voice was too soft and barely audible. Number one was afraid that he would miss out on any key words and even held his breath. Only then did he hear the person continue, "
