48 Hours a Day

"Where is he now? Why haven't we found him around here."

Asked a woman with brown hair among the gods.

"Be patient, his time stop ability is no longer available, and the time we delayed was not long before, and he hasn't been able to leave this mountain yet."

"Everyone, I suddenly have a very bad premonition." At this time, another woman's voice sounded. Although her words were full of speculation and uncertainty, everyone's expressions were all right after hearing these words. It was a moment.

Because it’s the Tarot God among the new gods, Tarot cards are a kind of divination props. The origin is quite mysterious. Although it has gone through the baptism of time, it can still endure for a long time, and it is becoming more and more popular in modern times. Many people are obsessed with it, hoping to get a glimpse of their studies and the direction of love.

This is also the reason why the god of tarot cards was born, so her priesthood naturally has prophetic attributes.

When she spoke, even a word that sounded like a guess was enough to arouse everyone's vigilance.

So the eyes of the gods focused on a big man. He was wearing a pair of iron boots, a suit of armor, and a broad sword. His face looked quite handsome, but he had never said a word before. The silence is like a stone.

But it was this man who looked like a stone who was the main force in this raid.

The reason is simple, because he is the god of the forest, Vidal.

With the goddess of the night being entangled by the Hydra, this big mountain is his home ground. Wherever he has gone, he only needs to ask the local squirrel and hare to know if Zhang Heng is here.

But until now they were about to get out of the mountain, and Vidal did not stop the big guy.

Seeing everyone's eyes falling on him, Vidal replied, "He is not here." After speaking, he fell into silence again.

"We must have missed something." Another god said, "He has no reason to run so fast."

"I said long ago that we should search separately." Someone complained.

"If we separate, we are not his opponents." The other person replied immediately, "It was you who brought everyone together. If we weren't standing so close at the time, we wouldn't have been recruited together."

"Well, it doesn't make sense to talk about this kind of thing now." The God of Bocai said, "Finding the target as soon as possible is the top priority now."

"I said that we must have missed something..." The speaking god suddenly stopped here, and then his eyes lit up, "I see, he has been running in this direction before, so it made us mistakenly think there is something here. Something or arrangement, but now we have checked it around and there is nothing here. Could this be what he misled us in the beginning?"

"Then the question now comes, where do you think he will go in the remaining three directions?" someone asked again.

"If I were him, I wouldn't choose any direction, because no matter which direction he flees, he may be in danger." Bocai God's eyes also lit up, "This is the simplest probability choice. , Staying in place is the safest for him."

"Stay in the same place?" Imhotep, the patron of medicine and the pyramid asked, wondering, "Isn't it a dead end for him to stay in place, because we can't find him elsewhere and will touch him back sooner or later."

"I don't know." The God of Bocai shrugged, "I just guessed his most likely choice from his past actions, and it's easy to verify my guess. We just have to go back again. Just go there. Anyway, there is this...well, little brother who doesn't like to talk very much. Just go back there and ask him to ask the animals there to know everything."

The gods had no objection, and were about to get up and return. Unexpectedly, the god of tarot cards suddenly spoke again, "No, I won't go back."

"Are you sure?" Imho, the patron saint of medicine and pyramids, frowned.

"Yes, I want to stay here for a while." Tarot Shinto, "alone."

"Okay, but you'd better not stay too long. After all, you are only one person. If you accidentally run into him, you may be in danger." Bocai God kindly reminded.

"Thank you, I will protect myself, and so will you."

The Tarot God itself is not good at fighting, so even if she is missing, it will not affect the fighting power of the gods. However, considering the special abilities of the Tarot God, the gods will speak I didn't say it, but I was indeed a little worried.

But beyond their expectations, when they returned to the hillside, they didn’t even need the forest god Vidal to communicate with the animals in the mountain, because Zhang Heng was standing under a big tree, stretching his hand gently Stroking the trunk.

The gods quickly scanned the surroundings and found that no one else was around. The hanging heart was finally released. Although there were several twists and turns in the middle, fortunately, the ending was not different from the original one.

Then just kill Zhang Heng to ensure the safety of the world.

What only surprised him was that Zhang Heng at this moment seemed to still be obsessed with the weird tree-touching session, and they seemed to have never seen them who had gone back and forth.

One of the gods felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot directly at Zhang Heng.

And Zhang Heng really seemed unaware of the death that was about to fall on his head, until the golden arrow flew in front of him, and when it was about to pierce his neck in the next instant, Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and held it easily. Stopping the arrow is like reaching out and grabbing a leaf falling from the tree.

Later, he finally took his gaze back from the bark, but the action of retracting his gaze caused all the gods present to take a breath. Ordinary people only need to move their eyes to move their eyes, but Zhang Heng His eyes seemed to be fixed in his eye sockets. He turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees and looked at the archer.

And the twinkle of pupils was not human emotion at all. He just glanced lightly, and the archery god suddenly let out a scream, and then the skin of the whole person began to melt and fall off until it became a full body. It was a ball of blood, but that ball of flesh was still alive, and the screams that kept emanating from it could still be heard.

"Be careful!" The cold sweat of the god of Bocai has soaked his clothes, his legs are trembling because of fear, but his voice is full of despair, "It's him, he's back!"