Seeing Wang Ting's serious expression, Song Luo waved his hands helplessly.
There's nothing he can do. No one believes him when he tells the truth!
"Okay, today I saw that Canghai was behind Jianxian. They seemed to be seniors and juniors."
Song Luo said casually: "I wasn't very close at the time, and what I saw was no different from what you saw... You should know."
Hearing Song Luo's answer, Wang Ting nodded, feeling that it was true.
Although there is no information.
At this moment, Tang Yushu's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Team Leader Song, where are you now? We'll come find you right away."
"My location? I'm not sure either, but it doesn't matter. I remember the way I came here, and I'll just go find you. I'm not bragging, but these skeletons can't possibly harm me. On the contrary, they should be begging me not to hurt them."
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In the ruins, a young man with a yellow face wandered unwillingly among the ruins, his expression very uncomfortable.
Soon, several medical staff came over and asked him if he needed any help. The young man refused one by one, saying that he was not injured, but just felt a little uncomfortable.
At times like this, these things happen all the time and there's nothing wrong with that.
What they didn't know was that the young man was wearing a ring on his finger, and a cool feeling was emanating from the ring.
"Damn it, where on earth did this Sword Immortal come from?! From across the ocean?! Why is he trying to stop us from reclaiming our own land?! Damn it, damn it!"
The young man's veins bulged, and he seemed very angry about this.
Just last night, he encountered two skeletons.
But unlike ordinary Americans, the two skeletons did not kill him. Instead, they gave him a ring, a ring that could summon the underground.
So, on the second night, the young man chose to use the ring.
It sounds a bit funny, but this young man is not an aboriginal. He is an orphan of Japanese descent. After being exposed to indigenous culture at school, he became deeply fascinated by it and even felt that he was an aboriginal. From then on, he began to hate Americans.
Now that he was stopped, the young man was naturally a little angry.
The young man leaned against the wall, muttering to himself, "It doesn't matter, I still have the ring, I can still go on!"
"No, you don't stand a chance."
At this moment, a voice sounded, and the young man looked up in astonishment. Under the moonlight, a figure was standing in front of him with a broadsword in his hand.
With a touch, the young man's ring appeared in the figure's hand.
"What an unexpected gain."
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