61 An Intuition

Zhang Hui looked at the Ancient Diablo putting down the teacup He was holding. Then He happily paced ahead while humming a popular song of the Federation Empire from a few years ago.

The end of the bookstore was just like what Situ He had said.

A liquid as thick as asphalt seeped at the edge.

In the Deep Abyss, pairs of terrifying evil eyes blinked one after another.

Zhang Hui gulped.

After a deep sigh, he spoke to Situ He in a whisper, "General Situ... "

"Do you know?" He said, "He seemed to have seen through me just now... "

"Every word he said was enchanted!"

"As if there were other meanings hidden behind those words..."

Zhang Hui rubbed his neck with lingering fear when he mentioned this.

His neck was drenched with sweat.

"Fortunately,…," Zhang Hui took out a Talisman from the pocket of his jacket and examined it. The Talisman was just as it was before. Faint spiritual light flowed between the ink stains.