"Where is he now? Why haven't we found any traces of him in the vicinity? "
Asked a woman with brown hair among the gods.
"Be patient. His Time Stop ability can no longer be used, and we didn't delay him for long before. He can't leave this mountain yet."
"Everyone, I suddenly have a very bad feeling about this." At this time, another woman's voice sounded. Although her words were full of speculation and uncertainty, everyone was stunned after hearing this sentence.
Because the one who spoke was the God of Tarot Cards among the New Gods. Tarot cards were a divination tool with a rather mysterious origin. Although it had been through the baptism of time, it could still endure for a long time, and it was becoming more and more popular in modern times. Many people were obsessed with it, hoping to spy on the direction of their studies and love.
This was also the reason why the God of Tarot Cards could be born, so her priesthood also had a natural prophetic attribute.
When she opened her mouth, even if it sounded like a guess, it was enough to raise everyone's vigilance.
Thus, the gazes of the Gods focused on a big man. He wore a pair of iron boots, a suit of armor, and carried a broadsword. His face looked quite handsome, but he had not said a word before. He was as silent as a rock.
But it was this man who looked like a stone who was the main force of this search operation.
The reason was simple, because he was the God of the Forest, Vidal.
With the Goddess of the Night entangled by Hydra, this mountain was his home field. Wherever he went, he only needed to ask the local squirrels and hares to know if Zhang Heng was here.
But until now, when they were about to walk out of the mountain, Vidal did not let the big guy stop.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Vidal opened his mouth and said, "He's not here." After that, he fell into silence again.
"We must have missed something." Another god said, "There's no reason for him to run so fast."
"I said we should have searched separately." Someone complained.
"If we split up, we are no match for him." Another person immediately replied, "It was you who gathered everyone together. If we weren't standing so close at that time, we wouldn't have been hit together."
"Alright, it's meaningless to talk about this now," the God of Cooking said. "Finding the target as soon as possible is the most important thing now."
"I told you, we must have missed something …" The god suddenly paused. Then, his eyes lit up. "I know. He kept running in this direction. That's why we thought there was something here. But now that we've checked everything, there's nothing here. Could it be that he was trying to mislead us from the very beginning?" "That's right," Zhang Heng said.
"Here's the question. Where do you think he'll go in the remaining three directions?" someone asked again.
"If I were him, I wouldn't choose either direction, because no matter which direction he runs in, he might run into danger." The God of Culinary Cuisine's eyes lit up. "This is the simplest probability choice. Staying where he is is the safest for him."
"Stay here?" Imhotep, the patron saint of medicine and the pyramid, was puzzled. "Isn't it a dead end for him to stay where he is? Because if we can't find him anywhere else, he'll find his way back sooner or later."
"I don't know." The God of Culinary Delicacies shrugged. "I just learned from his past.
"I'm just speculating his most likely choice from his track of action. It's easy to verify my guess. We just need to go back again. Anyway, we have this … uh, little brother who doesn't like to talk much by our side. As long as we go back there and ask him about the animals there, everything will be clear."
The gods had no objections when they heard that. Just as they were about to get up and return, the God of Tarot Cards suddenly said, "No, I'm not going back."
"Are you sure?" Imhotep, the patron saint of medicine and the pyramid, frowned.
"Yes, I want to stay here for a while," the God of Tarot Cards said. "Alone."
"Okay, but you'd better not stay too long. After all, you're alone. If you accidentally run into him, you might be in danger," the God of Culinary Cuisine kindly reminded.
"Thank you, I'll protect myself. You guys will too."
The God of Tarot Cards wasn't good at fighting, so even if she was gone, it wouldn't affect the combat power of the gods. But considering the special ability of the God of Tarot Cards, although the gods didn't say it out loud, they did feel a little uneasy on the way back.
But to their surprise, when they returned to the small hillside, they didn't even need the God of the Forest, Vidal, to communicate with the animals in the mountain. Because Zhang Heng was standing under a big tree, reaching out and gently stroking the trunk.
The gods quickly glanced around and found that there was no one else around. Their hearts were finally at ease. Although there were several twists and turns along the way, fortunately, the ending was no different from the beginning.
Next, as long as they killed Zhang Heng, the safety of the world could be guaranteed.
But to his surprise, Zhang Heng seemed to be still immersed in the strange tree-touching session. It was as if he didn't see them at all.
One of the gods felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he drew his bow and shot an arrow at Zhang Heng.
As expected, Zhang Heng seemed to be unaware of the imminent death that was about to befall him. It was not until the golden arrow flew in front of him and was about to pierce his neck that Zhang Heng reached out and easily grabbed the arrow. It was as if he was reaching out and grabbing a leaf that had fallen from a tree.
After that, he finally retracted his gaze from the bark of the tree. But when he retracted his gaze, all the gods present couldn't help but gasp. Ordinary people only needed to move their eyes, but Zhang Heng's eyes seemed to be fixed in his eye sockets. He turned his head 180 degrees and looked at the person who shot the arrow.
And the glint in the pair of eyes was not human emotion at all. He just glanced at it lightly, and the god who shot the arrow suddenly let out a scream. After that, his skin began to melt and fall off until he became a bloody meatball. But the meatball was still alive, and they could still hear the continuous screams of pain coming from it.
"Be careful!" The God of Culinary Dishes' cold sweat had soaked his clothes. Because of fear, his legs were trembling, and his voice was filled with despair. "It's him, he's back!"
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