Perky Xiaotong!?
Bai Ye jolted. He still hadn't replied to her!
He hurriedly took out a dedicated encrypted communicator from the [Alternate Space]. He had specifically asked Apocalypse to make it. There were only two of them—one with him, the other with Perky Xiaotong.
These two exclusive communicators could only contact each other and could not communicate with the outside world.
That was precisely why they could guarantee stable, secure signals.
Once the communicator left the [Alternate Space], the signal that had been disconnected for so long finally reconnected.
Then came a string of beeps. Beep! Beep! Beep!!
The red signal indicator on the communicator flashed frantically, continuously sounding alerts.
Everyone was drawn over, their faces full of surprise.
"So many messages? Brother Ye, did something happen to Apocalypse?"
The flashing red light cast Bai Ye's face in and out of shadow, just like his current mood.
Whether something had happened to Apocalypse or not, he didn't know. But I'm fucking about to be in trouble!
He pressed the connect button. The next second, the sound of paper printing rang out, and a palm-sized sheet of white paper popped from the output slot beneath the communicator.
The paper was warm, printed with jet-black letters.
Before Bai Ye could examine it closely, be-be-be-beep...
The communicator began "vomiting" like it had gone mad, palm-sized sheets shooting out like snowflakes.
"Holy shit!"
"Is it snowing?!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The blizzard-like scraps of paper directly buried more than half of Bai Ye's body.
The paper came out too quickly, and the vehicle kept swaying. Those white sheets truly resembled snowflakes as they fluttered through the carriage.
Everyone was startled. Who sent messages like this? What huge disaster had happened? Had Apocalypse been wiped out?
When their eyes caught the contents on the scraps, their