Luo Di and Hua Yuan seem to have reached some kind of special cooperation.
Their running did not last long either.
Tap!
The tongue in his mouth suddenly tensed up like a steel rod, raising high and forcefully thudding, forcing the running Luo Di to a sudden halt, his dark pupils scanning the surroundings quickly.
Hua Yuan also stopped, feeling something as well, a consistency thicker and more dangerous.
Strangely,
there were no coffins in this area, nor could any running sounds be heard; it seemed the deceased had not given chase.
Rustle rustle!
A faint sound of leaves was captured.
Both of them immediately fixed their gaze under a tree in front of them, where from the darkness cast by the tree's shade, an inconspicuous black leather glove emerged.
It didn't crawl out by disturbing the soil; the ground was completely undisturbed.
