Yang Yuan frowned: "Let's go to the third floor."
At the same time, everyone in the entire camp noticed that the exorcism sculptures at their homes were shining intensely.
Those who had awakened a sense of impending danger were particularly restless.
Yan Chenggong took out his ultimate weapon directly, looking gravely towards the entrance of the camp.
Yang Yuan led the two women up to the third floor and looked outside through the window: "Yiyi, where is that head?"
"Over there."
Jiang Yiyi pointed into the distant darkness, counting with her fingers: "From us... one, two, three... five hundred meters."
Zhao Jiayan calculated in her mind and then said: "It should be about three hundred meters outside the camp. What should we do? Do we take it out?"
Noticing the experience points of the protective talismans on the three of them were rapidly increasing, Yang Yuan shook his head: "Wait, let's see if it moves first."
