"Who are you? What did he say to you just now? Why did you lead me here?"
Li Ziming stood up with a dull expression and informed everyone of the situation.
Ji Chuan fell into deep thought. Should the present self trust the future self? Would the future self's judgment be correct?
…
Ji Chuan shouted "Oops!" in the air, and then looked regretful. The birdman tribe leader asked with some concern, "What happened to the God of Faith? The birdman tribe is willing to share the worries of the God of Faith!"
Ji Chuan suddenly remembered that he did not remind himself not to synthesize the [God of Death] crystal core. If he did not synthesize the [God of Death], he would only have one dominant godhead.
But his brows tightened again. If he didn't synthesize the Grim Reaper, some opponents would become very difficult to deal with. Would he be able to defeat them next?
These several times of traveling through the vortex gate made him think a lot and he felt like his head was about to explode. Fortunately, Xiao Hei helped him improve his mental resistance, otherwise Ji Chuan would have almost doubted which world he was in and his mind would have become confused.
He needed more opportunities to verify all his conjectures; the mysteries of the two worlds were a little overwhelming for him.
"Nothing. You mentioned before that there are a lot of undead in the northern extreme cold land, right?"
"Yes, sir. Our people have observed that a large number of undead have gathered there, and no other race dares to approach."
Ji Chuan nodded and said, "I'll go investigate. You can contact me if you have any questions."
He set the birdman tribe leader as the object of telepathy, and then his figure disappeared in the air.
It’s time to take a closer look at the undead in this world.
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