Inside the cave.
Silence fell.
Julius Reed sheathed his sword, looking at Dorian Cook, whose head was removed from his body, and curiously asked, "I also think you can’t die, but to be sure, I asked you."
"After all, you know, I rarely kill."
Hearing this.
Jesse River was sowhat surprised and said, "Brother, I ant you wouldn’t die."
"What?" Julius Reed looked at Dorian Cook’s lifeless head on the ground, feeling a bit guilty.
He ca here to find Jesse River, just to be insured a bit.
After all, Julius Reed didn’t want to kill.
"I was pulling your leg." Jesse River sat back at the table, raised a wine jug, and pointed in front of him: "Sit down and chat."
"She can’t hear?"
Julius Reed glanced at Dorian Cook, who showed no reaction.
"For one to hear, one needs ears." Jesse River pointed at his ears: "Even if she belongs to the Undead Tribe, or any other bullshit tribe, to hear sothing, one must use ears."
"Makes sense." Julius Reed agreed with this saying.
Human senses are mostly in the mind.
Ordinary people would die quickly when decapitated because of no blood flow.
But these people are different.
The evolution of the Undead Tribe was very comprehensive and even sohow defied natural laws.
As long as their heads remained, they could hear, see, and think.
"But her ears are still there!" Julius Reed pointed at Dorian Cook, who had a face with no change in expression, and now stiff: "She can hear."
"Can hear?"
Jesse River picked up the wine jug and wobbled over to Dorian Cook’s head, examining it closely: "With no reaction, can she hear?"
The head on the ground looked exactly like a dead person’s head.
"Can hear." Julius Reed nodded.
Bang!
Jesse River kicked Dorian Cook’s head, sending it flying out of the cave. "Can she still hear now?"
"Probably can’t hear now." Julius Reed stood up, nudging Dorian Cook’s body.
Thud!
The headless body fell to the ground.
"This woman isn’t just an ordinary mber of the Undead Tribe, she’s Pruitt Wilde’s adopted daughter!" Julius Reed lowered his voice.
"I figured it out." Jesse River took a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Julius Reed: "Before you ca, I did a divination. After this divination, I can’t do another for half a year."
"How were the days in the cave?" Julius Reed took the paper, and as he read the writing, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"Surprised?" Jesse River tilted his head back, pouring the wine from the jug into his mouth.
"Is it accurate?" Julius Reed crumpled the paper into his hand, lighting it to ash.
"In this cave, I discovered nothing much, except my divination skills keep improving." Jesse River pointed at the ceiling: "This place is magical; sotis I delude myself into thinking I might be inside so animal’s belly!"
He laughed out loud after saying that.
"In this mountain, I feel my body filled with strength, and the accuracy and scope of my divinations continually expand."
He glanced at the cave entrance and then under his feet: "This world is about to enter unrest. I wonder where I, Jesse, will go."
"Will Pruitt Wilde be resurrected?" Julius Reed, rembering what was written on the paper, couldn’t muster a smile.
It detailed the truth of Skilid City’s disappearance back then.
And the City Lord at that ti was Pranay Martinez.
"Immortality is an illusion. Back then, you killed many undead to try and maintain the laws of this world. But you forget, you are an undead yourself." Jesse River picked up two cups of wine, handing one to Julius Reed while holding another.
"The resurrection of Pruitt Wilde is inevitable." After speaking, he pointed at the Holy Lord in front of him and chuckled: "You were prepared, trying to fool ."
"Master River, do you know how Davonte Kensington died?" Julius Reed questioned back, causing Jesse River to imdiately fall silent.
As if fearing saying more would cost him his life.
"When will Pruitt Wilde resurrect?" Julius Reed clinked cups with him and drank it all.
The wine tasted like fernted milk.
There was a faint milk fragrance inside.
"By the end of the year." Jesse River said, then added: "I an, under unexpected circumstances, it might be by the end of the year. Of course, predicting the future is just a prediction and not necessarily accurate. But I saw the past very clearly."
"Is there only that one way to kill these people?" Julius Reed had seen what Jesse River had written on the paper.
Evidently, this fortune teller had prepared everything before his arrival.
On it was the way to kill Dorian Cook and others.
"Swimming City is the key. You must guard the array hub well. Only when the Divine Dragon Tripod is placed there is it truly complete. As for the real tripod..." Jesse River asked with a smile, "Can you bear to part with your wife?"
"I’ll have other ways." Julius Reed did not answer directly.
"But you need to understand, if you want to kill these people, you must lure them to the array hub and use Skyfire to trap them inside the tripod. It’s the only way."
Jesse River stopped smiling, shaking his head: "Actually, it’s none of my business; it’s just you who insists on dragging into this ss."
So things, once touched, beco uncontrollable.
"Do you know where Pranay Martinez is now?" Julius Reed recalled what Gerrit Harris had ntioned, that Pranay Martinez intended to go to the snowy mountain to kill him?
"Can’t calculate." Jesse River shook his head, glancing around: "He is the true master here. A mysterious and profound person, best not to offend without necessity."
Though he grew stronger, he was ultimately limited.
"When can I leave?" This concerned Julius Reed most of all.
No matter how powerful one was, staying in this small cave would make anyone feel trapped.
"Can’t calculate." Jesse River shook his head.
"In that case, farewell." Julius Reed cupped his hands, grabbing Dorian Cook’s body with one hand, and walked out of the cave.
As he stepped out.
A man erged from the cave.
"Hehe, well done!" Pranay Martinez stretched and walked up to Jesse River: "The day of Pruitt Wilde’s resurrection will be the day Skilid City sees daylight again! You shall be the Lord’s Think Tank."
"Thank you, City Lord." Jesse River slightly bowed.
Outside the cave.
Julius Reed reattached Dorian Cook’s head.
Soon, Dorian Cook began to recover.
"Why did you chop off my head?"
As she finished her words, she saw Julius Reed take a note out of her ear.
This was what Jesse River slipped in when he kicked Dorian Cook’s head.
Julius Reed unfolded it.
"Gonzalez City is not Swimming City, the trees in the mountain stand long. Separate fire to induce nine thunders; it can incinerate Skilid City."
"Pranay Martinez!" Julius Reed smiled and tore the note into pieces.
"Hey, I’m talking to you!" Dorian Cook, who had been pretending all along, could hear even when beheaded.
But once kicked out, she was lost in oblivion.
"Back to Black Pine League first, within a week, I’ll ascend Dusty Platform." Julius Reed ignored Dorian Cook behind him, striding towards the helicopter.
Indeed.
If Dorian Cook could revive so quickly, so could Pruitt Wilde.
Their bodies were completely different from the Undead Tribe!
The Break Sky Knife disguised as the Breaking Heaven Sword couldn’t kill Dorian Cook when struck down.
The world is changing.
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