In my ears, the wind is whistling
The path was shortened under his feet.
The scenery on both sides suddenly retreated.
Su Mo quickly ran forward like a shadow.
A middle-aged man riding an electric bike by the roadside looked at the figure that suddenly jumped past him and doubted his life for a moment.
After turning a fork in the road, they arrived at the urban village with complicated terrain.
He looked at the several intersections in front of him.
Su Mo slightly frowned and looked at the blood in the bottle.
Relying on the vibration of his blood, he quickly chose a direction.
"The second intersection on the left."
Qian Tao didn't waste any time and immediately followed him.
After Yang Zhichao appeared, they had already informed the team.
However, it was obvious that they could not wait for everyone in the team to arrive before taking action.
The blood connection was limited by distance.
