Not far from Mr. Xuan, a woman's cold voice sounded.
"If Ye Qing really died in the Babel Tower, then the quota for this assessment..."
Yun Tiancheng said in a tacit understanding.
"That should be filled by the next person, who is Jiang Xueyan sent by the Jiang family this time."
"Yun Tiancheng, Jiang Danqiu!"
Mr. Xuan shouted angrily.
"Don't think I don't know what you are planning!"
"Want to kill my little friend, and then put your people next to Lord Ghostface?"
"I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"
"Mr.
Both sides glared at each other and argued.
Their supporters also came forward to help.
The atmosphere was tense.
"despair--"
At this time, a slight voice sounded.
The man sitting on the central throne lightly tapped the armrest with his knuckles.
The voice was very soft, and seemed so insignificant amidst the quarrels around him.
However, everyone immediately shut up.
Their eyes looked towards the center at the same time.
The man sitting on the throne slowly turned around.
Although he was sitting on a chair, he could still see his extremely slender and tall figure.
He wears a large black cloak.
The whole person looks unfathomable.
Wearing an extremely ferocious mask on his face.
It makes people tremble just by looking at it.
However, it did not affect his style at all.
It gives the impression that underneath the mask, there should be a majestic face.
This completely opposite feeling seemed surprisingly harmonious in him.
"Stop fighting."
"Master Ghostface!"
Everyone stood up and bowed.
The look in his eyes was full of obedience and respect!
Although this Lord Ghost Face has only been here for three years, he used his own strength to completely conquer them in the shortest time.
Everyone knows that, although Lord Ghostface never gets angry.
But what will happen if you really offend him?
"boom!"
At this moment, a huge roar suddenly came from the distance.
Their feet felt a slight tremor.
They subconsciously looked outside.
The ghost-faced man said calmly: "We will discuss the matter of guarding later."
"It is said that cracks have appeared in the Babel Tower. This is an ancient artifact left by ancient times. Now, I am going to explain this matter to the Saint."
After saying that, he stood up, walked through the air, and disappeared into the clouds.
Everyone looked at each other with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.
"Mr. Xuan, did you hear that?"
Yun Tiancheng said sarcastically.
"There are cracks in the Tower of Babel. This time, you can only blame your friend for his bad luck."
"You'd better think carefully about how to collect his body!"
Tower of Babel, seventh floor.
After the golden light appeared, Ye Qingli found that he could not see anything in front of his eyes.
In the haziness, she seemed to see mountains of bones piled up in the pit.
However, among the countless bones, there seemed to be a tall and vague figure.
He held something in his hand, and then stuffed it into his own hand.
Then, Ye Qingli's eyes were spinning.
She felt like her whole body was flying out.
My vision went dark and I didn't know anything anymore.
