Three Thoughts

No matter how astonishing Wen Yongxin had been, he was still dead.

He had died before Li Yi and the others arrived.

All of this seemed no different from what had happened on the second day of the mission.

Spirit Body Chen Jie delivered Deng Yiwen and Wen Yongxin's Number Cards to the table in Qingyuan Residential Community.

At the same time, Ji Li sat before the table, staring at the Calendar and the two cards in deep thought.

The events at Guanghua Bridge had also reached a fever pitch.

The enormous eyeball hanging in the sky, oppressive beyond measure, was on the verge of collapse.

On both sides of the road, countless scarecrows watched Truck No. 2 continue forward with utterly malevolent eyes.

The roadblock grave they had just dealt with had barely given them time to catch their breath.

The blood vessels in Xu Cha's eyeball began spreading anew, like a vast net being woven, gradually filling the sky and splitting the ground.

The ground cracked apart, crimson threads blotted out the sky, and the world looked like it was ending.

One halted truck. Five clerks.

Xu Nan knelt in that heaven-forsaken world, covering his face in agony as tears poured down his cheeks.

Li Yi stood silently at the very front, saying nothing at all.

Chen Jie was numb and motionless, like a puppet controlled by strings, as though the situation had nothing to do with her.

Guo Liang could barely keep his footing. Bracing himself against the truck, he muttered without pause.

With Ghost Persona possessing her, Wen He watched coldly, a mocking curl appearing at the corner of her lips from time to time.

The story of the mission's second day was still playing out.

But this time, one person's inner thoughts were growing more