"You few, go in and scout ahead first."
"This is a Communication Talisman."
Wei Wu waved his hand, and several palm-sized green jade talismans flew out, shimmering, and landed in front of a few people.
Those kneeling turned pale upon hearing this, looking around nervously, exchanging glances with a hint of fear.
The Princely Heir and the Left Chief Historian have both disappeared, and none of the many has returned, not even a ripple. This unknown makes them feel a deep fear; they would rather fight with others.
"General Wei, how about waiting a bit longer? You might not know, but this mountain is bizarre, and the Communication Talisman doesn't work inside." Someone said hesitantly, with a somewhat nervous tone.
Just as these words fell, there was a sound of something breaking through the air.
That speaker's chest instantly caved in with a large pit, eyes bulging, and then the organs shattered, bleeding from the seven orifices and dying.
With a "thud," he fell into the snow.
