After Jishiro led the people away, the gray wolf and his party kept trying to track Fang Zhuge's traces. In fact, ever since the Near-God Army followed Fang Zhuge to the slums, the target began to reverse his low-key and mysterious past performance, like a demon dragon crossing the border, leaving behind a large area of devastation, and the gray wolf and the others could easily find Fang Zhuge's location.

But for the gray wolf, the situation was mixed, and the good thing for him was that he no longer needed to worry about losing Fang Zhenge's traces, and he would explain it when the chief returned. But on the other hand, the traces of Fang Zhuge's actions were too heavy, and he opened up a path for life, leaving a mess behind. Fang Zhuge didn't know what he was venting, or if he was deliberately luring the pursuers, killing and injuring many people along the way, destroying countless houses and buildings, which would cause great difficulties to the aftermath work.

The gray wolf could only comfort himself in his heart, fortunately, he was not needed to be responsible for the aftermath in the end.

It wasn't until an hour after Yushiro left that the Near-God Army, who had been following Fang Zhuge, found that Fang Zhenge, who was almost on the verge of a rampage, finally stopped, and he hid in the abandoned factory of a garbage dump in the slums by the dim skylight, and was never seen again, only the occasional low roar and muffled self-talk from the depths of the small building proved that he had not left.

The gray wolf didn't know the reason why Fang Zhuge suddenly stopped, in his opinion, Fang Zhuge was completely different from the Yishen people they had hunted down in the past. Except for breaking into the police station to find the enemy, the rest of the time he is more like running around without a purpose, stopping and stopping completely at will, and killing people without any logic.

He suspected that the target they wanted to pursue this time had gone completely insane.

It's past the wee hours of the morning, and the fires that have been lit at night in the slums are being extinguished one after another. Although it was still far from winter, it was already cold in the middle of the night in District 7, located on the edge of the desert.

The buildings in the slums are low and dilapidated, with no wind-blocking walls and no heating appliances. At night, the cold wind whistled with a whispering whimper, and the clothes on the body could not stop the all-pervasive chill, which penetrated through the clothes, through the flesh, and into the bone marrow.

But the locals have long been accustomed to this miserable life, and when night falls, they will light fires and dispel the cold night, regardless of the danger that ignites most of the houses.

At this time, as the fire gradually went out, everyone who lived here shivered at this time, and hid behind the tattered and thin walls, and wrapped up everything that could keep them warm.

From afar, the slum is like another night sky, with the last scattered fires in the darkness dotted in the darkness, all the way to the end of the field of vision, connected to the night sky.

The gray wolf had no intention of appreciating all this, but he could not admit that this scene, which was the opposite of the bright lights of the main city, would be very comforting if one did not know the death, pain, filth, and numbness that it contained.

The gray wolf stood on a high place, and at his feet was a gray building that had most of the walls demolished but did not know why it had been stopped and abandoned, and he looked at the abandoned factory where Fang Zuoge had stopped a mile away.

In the dark, without relying on tools, it is almost impossible to see anything there with the naked eye. But the gray wolf could imagine that in the depths of the darkness, there was a tall and thin figure far beyond ordinary people, waiting on the ground.

As Fang Zhuge stopped, the Near-God Army chose to temporarily rest in this abandoned old building, and they quickly drove away the sojourners on the top floor, cleaned up the site, and took turns to rest.

No one dared to say anything in the face of the Imperial soldiers, and the hermiters had to find other places to shelter from the wind and cold, in order to survive the colder and cooler nights.

The gray wolf arranged for the soldiers to rest, but he was not sleepy, he was waiting for two people who might be able to solve the problem.

The Puppeteer and the Golden Hand arrived at midnight.

At this time, the gray wolf was still on the roof of the building, and a high-end car that obviously did not belong here slowly drove along the rough path of the slum. The two lights on the front of the car illuminate the road ahead, and also illuminate the panicked, curious or numb faces of the wanderers who stay on the side of the road.

The car was like a ghost in the night, pulled by the lights, and quietly came to the downstairs of the gray wolf, the lights went out, and everything was silent.

In a trance, the gray wolf's soul and spirit seemed to be taken away by the extinguished light.

The clone that Henri left in the team didn't know when he came behind the gray wolf, he glanced down, and through the snowy moonlight, he could see the car door slowly opening and stepping down with one foot.

"Here they are. Hentai said.

The early autumn wind glides silently against the ground, barely noticeable under the cover of night, but every time it passes by, it leaves a chill.

The autumn breeze winds along the side of the street, like a snake and a mouse, bypassing the alleys and old streets. At the beginning, I carefully adjusted the direction, and when I got out of this low shack, I drove all the way, as if the driver who had just test-driven the new car was finally familiar with the car conditions and road conditions, and began to let go of the worries in his heart and control it freely.

Moving with the wind were the blacksmith, the left and right, Tang Tang and Ding Qing. A few people swept over the rooftops of the houses like ghosts in the darkness, long shadows in the moonlight like the wings of night owls.

The rest of his life did not go with four people, he hid alone in the back, hiding in an abandoned bungalow. The others have not passed, but with the eye of insight to monitor the whole field, it can be said that the rest of their lives have been in the battlefield.

At this moment, the ability to live for the rest of his life finally played its role.

Although he does not have any ability to attack and protect himself, the existence of the Eye of Insight allows Yu Sheng to watch the whole scene without moving, which means that for Yu Sheng, everyone is in the light and he is in the dark, as long as he wants, the opportunity will always be in his hands, and the wanderers will always be one step ahead of the Divine Army in the battle because of the existence of Yu Sheng.

This step can lead to fatal results at any time.

The words of Yu Sheng fell on Ding Qing's ears, which always made her ears a little itchy, the quality of the micro headphones and microphones was good, and the words of Yu Sheng were clearly conveyed, and even the subtle breathing and exhaling sounds were clearly audible, as if he was in Ding Qing's ears. This feeling made Ding Qing feel complicated, and an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart. Never in her memory had she been so close to a man her age, even if only in voice, and this man of the same age did not offend her.

Others don't have such complicated feelings as Ding Qing.

Tang Tang jumped over the roofs while listening to the sound of Yu Sheng's guidance in her ears, she didn't say anything, but in her heart she admired the store manager and blacksmith's wise decision to leave the rest of her life behind.

When Tang Tang just learned that Yu Sheng had joined the Wanderers, she was actually not optimistic about this shy young uncle, and she even doubted that Yu Sheng might be an undercover agent arranged by the Near God Army. Even though the store manager and blacksmith have made the background checks for the rest of her life clear, the trace of disdain and dissatisfaction in her heart has still precipitated over time.

is different from the brainless left and right, and the external enemy, Tang Tang's little girl's unique delicate mind and her domineering ability complement each other. But in the face of his own people, Tang Tang's powerful ability and sensitive character are like two forces in different directions at the same time, making it impossible for Tang Tang to accept others at any time like left and right.

Thrilled by the use of the Rest of Life's abilities, he listened to the Rest of his life all the way, and the dynamics of the enemies were under control, as if he had turned on a cheat in the game. As the distance between the two sides got closer and closer, the restlessness in the blood of the left and right became worse, and thinking of their plan, there was a lingering pleasure in the bottom of the rest of his life, like a child who was about to succeed in his prank.

As he walked forward, the blacksmith used his power to wrap around the metal objects that passed by, and those pots and pans, knives, sticks, and hammers floated in the air like a long asteroid belt, following the blacksmith forward. There is a command of the rest of his life who can see the enemy's every move, and the blacksmith and the left and right are like two guns with aim.

In the dark night, there are more than a dozen gray shadows piercing the night, reflecting the cold light unique to metal under the illumination of the starlight, and with the movement of the operator's heart, the sound of breaking the wind suddenly rises, like the cry of a night owl in the silent night, which makes people shudder.

The gray wolf was the first to hear this unusual scream, and the fighting instincts he had built up over the years made him the first to realize what was happening behind him. He reflexively dodged at the same time, and shouted to warn the others.

"Enemy attack!"

As soon as the words fell, a gray shadow almost pierced the gray wolf's hair, and the gray wolf only had time to glance at it with his peripheral vision, and the gray shadow stopped with a "buzz", piercing the wall next to the gray wolf, and did not score three points.

The gray wolf was frightened, it was half a blade of a ceiling fan, the four sides were rusty, the paint was all peeling, I don't know how long it had been discarded, how much wind and rain it had endured, and it was eclipsed.

However, this kind of thing can pierce nearly a third of the wall, which shows the terrifying force of controlling it.

The endless doppelganger has been corpsed, a large stream of blood spurts several meters away, the murder weapon that cut off his neck is half an iron sheet embedded in the wall on the other side, the gray wolf can no longer see what the original shape of the iron sheet is, only the blood still dripping on the iron sheet reminds everyone that no matter what it used to be, it is now a murder weapon for Li Ke to kill.

The gray wolf quickly looked around, in addition to Endless, there were at least three soldiers of the Near-God Army who died in this sneak attack, and some of them had completely lost their lives before they even realized what had happened, and they still maintained a state of closing their eyes and recuperating when they were dying.

In addition to these four people, the gray wolf also saw three soldiers whose hands and feet were cut off or pierced before they could dodge, but they did not dare to bandage them, or even cry out in pain, because no one knew when the next attack would appear.

Everyone's eyes flickered back and forth between the metal object that had just attacked and the darkness in the distance, and no one spoke, but it showed even more the fear that had coiled around the crowd, and this fear had arrived so suddenly and so intensely that those present could even touch, see, and smell.

When the gray wolf saw the metal weapon, he knew in his heart that among so many gods, there were two people who could do all this, and both of them were their enemies, but there was only one person who could control more than a dozen pieces of metal at the same time to attack different targets separately.

"Blacksmith!" the gray wolf shouted into the night, his voice echoing through the darkness like a ghostly night watch, not caring if his actions would disturb the civilians. This is a challenge to the wanderers who have already arrived on the battlefield, and a reminder to the Golden Hand and the puppeteer downstairs who have not yet realized what is happening.