The cold eyes on the whistle did not relax. They stared for a long time until the two of them almost walked under the whistle and had no flaws after repeated observations, and the two gazes slowly left.

Before Xiao Lingyue could breathe a sigh of relief, at this moment, an invisible sound of footsteps suddenly came from the side.

"You two, stop!" A cold and solemn voice sounded like thunder.

Xiao Lingyue and Zhan Beihan stopped at the same time, and their bodies instinctively tightened slightly.

The eyes that were about to take off were frozen on the two of them again.

A dead soldier wearing a black uniform and a mask walked out from the side. At first glance, he looked the same as Xiao Lingyue and Zhan Beihan's dress. The iron mask on his face was much more delicate, with patterns carved on it, which was an evil ghost mask.

The four dead soldiers guarding the gate who were killed by Xiao Lingyue and Zhan Beihan were all very rough on their faces, just like a few holes dug in iron lumps, without any patterns.

Could it be that in this camp, these dead men use different masks to distinguish/identify?

The more refined the mask, the higher the status?

A conjecture flashed through Xiao Lingyue's mind.

The ghost-faced dead man walked over, carrying a black cloth package in his hand. It was so bulging that he didn't know what was loaded with, and a crisp sound of jingling was faintly heard.

Oh no, what should we do when we meet a dead soldier of different levels? Do we need to salute?

Xiao Lingyue glanced out of the corner of her eyes and saw the two dead men in charge of keeping watch on the siege above, and looked down respectfully behind her hands.

She immediately touched Zhan Beihan beside her with her elbow, respectfully bowed her head with her hands behind her back, and stood quietly in place.

Zhan Beihan's reaction speed was not slow either, so he immediately responded the same.

The ghost-faced dead man walked up to them, looked at the masks on their faces, and said coldly: "You two, send this package to the A-font furnace room and handed it to the A-6 Lord. If the adults ask, they will say that the B-9 Lord summoned me in an urgent matter and I will report it later. Do you remember?"

Xiao Lingyue: ""

Is this ordering them to run errands to deliver things? Where is the furnace of A font size? Who are Jialiu and B9?

I don't understand at all

However, looking at the attitude of the Dead Soldier in the Ghost Face, the hierarchy of this camp is probably very strict, and subordinates must not disobey the orders of superiors, otherwise they will be afraid that they will not end up well.

Although she was speechless, Xiao Lingyue did not hesitate and disguised herself as a man's voice in a hoarse voice: "Yes, sir!"

As she said that, she stepped forward and took the package.

Unexpectedly, the package was unexpectedly sunk. Xiao Lingyue's arm fell down and almost hit the ground. She secretly added force before she lifted it up steadily.

"Go quickly, don't delay!" The ghost-faced dead man said coldly and left straight.

Xiao Lingyueyue felt a sudden thunder in his heart when he saw that the direction he was walking was exactly where they were when they came.

"Let's go." She lowered her voice and said to Zhan Beihan, regardless of whether she recognized the way or not, she chose one and quickly walked into the camp.

Zhan Beihan followed her closely.

The figures of the two people quickly disappeared into the camp. The dead soldiers on the wardrobe did not notice the problem, and coldly withdrew their gaze and continued to keep watch.

After walking a long way, I made sure there were no other dead soldiers around me for the time being.
Chapter completed!