The ground trembled.
Wu Xiaode stood on a utility pole, steadied his stance, and flew forward again.
The world was clearly changing.
Even the animals had noticed.
Birds flocked together in the sky while cats and dogs on the ground continuously cried out, some even becoming frantic.
Wu Xiaode chose to travel through secluded alleys.
This was to avoid being seen by too many ordinary people and thereby causing unnecessary trouble.
"Where are you guys now?"
He ran along a long wall and casually asked.
The voice responded, "We're in the car now, driving forward. With your speed, you might as well wait for us at People's Square. It's a red bus, number 710."
"Received."
Wu Xiaode jumped onto the roof of a five-story building, perched on an antenna pole, and looked in the direction of People's Square.
Soon.
He would arrive in three minutes.
Suddenly.
The Book of the Dead flipped open and revealed the image of a Golden Teddy.
It panted and quickly said,
