Chapter 1376

These stories, every single one, represented a girl's youth.

"Military Advisor sister, I really miss Ximen Wudi." Ye Shuangjiang on the other end of the phone also sighed softly.

She had originally thought she could help Ximen Wudi, but discovered that was not the case; this situation made her feel somewhat frustrated.

"Shuangjiang, listen to me, I need to return to Huaxia." The Military Advisor said: "I need to mobilize a portion of our strength to deal with the Death Temple. I don't want to delay too long here; I'm worried Ximen Wudi won't be able to hold on."

"Military Advisor sister, go ahead, leave this to me." Ye Shuangjiang immediately responded, her tone firm and resolute, without the slightest bit of fear or retreat.

"You must also protect yourself well; our victory or defeat depends on you." The Military Advisor sighed softly.

How could she not want to end all this sooner?

However, the development of this matter exceeded expectations; even the Military Advisor could not control the changes in the situation.

"Military Advisor sister, please rest assured, I will try my best to stay alive and wait for your return." Ye Shuangjiang said.

She was a clever girl; from the Military Advisor's words, she had already guessed certain answers, so her tone of voice also became much lower.

"Thank you." The Military Advisor took a deep look at Ye Shuangjiang, then hung up the phone.

This battle involved far too much; even she herself had to be extremely cautious, otherwise, she might fall into a trap meticulously designed by the enemy.

Ximen Wudi watched this freighter sail into the bay without any intention of stopping; he shook his head, turned around, and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Since the Military Advisor had made this decision, Ximen Wudi was also willing to support her. After all, the current Ximen Wudi truly felt that the burden on his shoulders was growing heavier and heavier.

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"Where is Ximen Wudi?" At this moment, the Military Advisor stood on the deck and suddenly asked a male mercenary beside her.

This man wore sunglasses, looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, his muscles were bulging, and his whole person was full of wild beauty; he didn't look like a mercenary, but rather like a fitness coach.

"The lord has already left by yacht." The man said: "Don't worry about him, he has sufficient strength."

"I know, I'm just a little worried about his safety." The Military Advisor shook her head, "After all, no matter how formidable his strength is, he cannot beat the Death Temple."

"Rest assured." This man named Li Daibing said: "The number of Death Gods and Death Guards is at most around one hundred."

"The Death God's strength is not just ranked high within the Death Temple, but... he is the expert in this world most skilled at hiding his strength. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to retreat unscathed under the siege of the Donglin Temple." The Military Advisor said.

"No, the lord is not a disciple of the Donglin Temple." Li Daibing shook his head: "And he doesn't like that title, therefore, he does not possess any stunning martial arts talent in the Huaxia Wu Lin world."

Hearing this, the Military Advisor nodded slightly: "I understand, you mean... the Death God has basically been in a state of keeping a low profile all these years, only exposing his strength when encountering special circumstances, but..."

The Military Advisor said, pausing for a moment, and added: "But, if we speak of true strategy, the Death God could probably leave Ximen Wudi several blocks behind."

"I agree with the Military Advisor's point of view. Perhaps the Death God's true identity is more baffling than the legends, and... very thorny." Li Daibing said: "If Ximen Wudi encounters the Death God, the odds of winning are really not very high, but it's not entirely without a chance."

"Hmm, so, I want to go to Huaxia in person." The Military Advisor narrowed her eyes, her gaze clear as the starry river: "I haven't seen him in a long time either."

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And at this moment, Ximen Wudi did not know that the Military Advisor was already preparing to set off for Huaxia.

He was still drifting on the vast Atlantic Ocean.

At this time, a helicopter flew slowly closer, the cabin door opened, and a slender figure stepped down, standing before Ximen Wudi.

"We have finally met, Mr. Zeus."

This woman was wearing black tight-fitting clothes, her figure was curvaceous, her skin was snow-white and delicate, her posture was tall and straight, and although her features could not be called exquisite, they had a unique charm, especially every movement of hers exuded a dashing and heroic spirit.

"Hello, Palace Master of the Underworld." Ximen Wudi reached out his hand.

"We can shake hands, but sorry, I don't have time to shake hands with you right now." The Underworld Palace Master said indifferently.

This Underworld Palace Master clearly did not recognize Zeus, otherwise, she would definitely have given him an infinitely enthusiastic hug.

"Fine, you don't have to shake hands, we can at least chat." Ximen Wudi said with a chuckle: "We are both Huaxia people; this kind of fate is truly rare."

At this moment, the helicopter propellers made a buzzing sound and began to move away rapidly.

Ximen Wudi watched the departing helicopter and frowned slightly.

"Hey, Apollo, are you looking for me?" At this moment, a familiar voice rang in Ximen Wudi's ears!

Ximen Wudi was of course looking for the Underworld Palace Master Solskjær.

This was an absolute formidable enemy!

Not just in terms of strength, but also in terms of intellect!

"Why are you here?" Ximen Wudi asked.

"Because I'm hunting you down." The Underworld Palace Master laughed heartily.

His appearance was very bright and cheerful, as if the previous sense of gloom had completely dissipated.

"Your efficiency is really high, locking onto my location so quickly." Ximen Wudi shook his head: "However, shouldn't you be deploying defenses near Russia and the Port of Bartomeu?"

"I have indeed brought that area under my sphere of influence, but I knew about your itinerary in advance this time." The Underworld Palace Master grinned and said: "I'm not stupid; I know you are going to take out Karagounis, and I also want to seize the opportunity to claim some credit. As for the construction schedule of the Port of Bartomeu... I'm not in a hurry."

"That doesn't sound like your style." Ximen Wudi said with a mocking smile.

"That's because you didn't see me clearly." The Underworld Palace Master patted Ximen Wudi's chest: "Good brother, remember, never treat me as a brute."

Ximen Wudi looked at the Underworld Palace Master, two flashes of gravity passing through his eyes.

The Underworld Palace Master was right; he indeed hadn't fully figured out what the other party was trying to do.

What was this Death God's true purpose? Was it to fight for power and profit, or to eliminate dissidents?

All of this was an unsolved mystery.

"Don't think so much, the most critical thing for us now is..."

The Underworld Palace Master looked around and lowered his voice: "The most critical thing is to run for our lives first."

Ximen Wudi nodded, then pointed to his own body: "Who caused these scars?"

"Don't worry, this wound has already recovered quite a bit; it won't affect the fighting." The Underworld Palace Master said.

"That's good." Ximen Wudi said: "You just said... we have to run for our lives first?"

This term sounded really strange, even carrying a hint of inexplicable ambiguity.

After all, the two of them had spent quite a long time on the boat, but Ximen Wudi didn't think in that direction right now.

He looked at the beautiful girl beside him: "What do we do now? Where are we going?"

The Underworld Palace Master said: "Don't you have a navigation chart? Just fly directly to the Maldives. Once we reach the island, we can change our clothes and land. In this way, our tracks will be easily covered up."

"But..." Ximen Wudi hesitated for a moment and asked: "It's about a four-hour voyage from here to the Maldives. At such a distance, can you guarantee the safety of the two of us?"

"Rest assured, I never let myself fail, and I never allow anyone to disrupt my plans." The Underworld Palace Master said, then took out a bracelet and handed it to Ximen Wudi: "Take it, my number is already stored on it. If you run into trouble, just press the bell."

After saying this, he turned and walked onto the helicopter.

This helicopter carried him away.

"Truly cool enough." Ximen Wudi exclaimed in admiration.

Since this helicopter was under the jurisdiction of the Underworld Palace Master, no patrol ship intercepted it.

"Mr. Zeus, I hope we will meet again. I think that by then, I will definitely not lose to you."

A voice came from the helicopter.

Ximen Wudi watched the helicopter's tail rotor spraying flames as it drifted further and further away; he shook his head, got into another ambulance, and sped off in the direction of the Maldives.

They had to leave as soon as possible because, according to Zeus's judgment, the main force of the Death Temple was about to arrive.

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Beside a secluded bay, an independent house sat there; very few people would notice this place. A man was leaning against the railing, gazing into the distance, holding a wine pot in his hand, seemingly drinking leisurely.

However, at this moment, he suddenly turned his face and shouted behind him: "Who is it?"

Only to see a woman standing on the beach by the sea.

She was in a simple white dress, yet she seemed isolated from the world.

This woman's appearance was extremely beautiful, her features exquisite, her skin crystal clear, and her whole person seemed free of dust, with an extraordinary and refined temperament that made one feel unable to look directly at her.

This was a beauty exuding an immortal aura from head to toe, as if she were the Moon Goddess Chang'e who did not eat the food of mortals. Unfortunately, Ximen Wudi could not appreciate such a sight, because he was currently tied up with ropes and hanging in mid-air.

"I came to greet you." This beautiful woman parted her red lips slightly, her voice as refreshing and pleasant as an orchid in an empty valley. She crossed her hands in front of her and then said: "My name is Nightingale."

Nightingale, the night when night falls.