Chapter 210

The faceless man sat up.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that his appearance had changed significantly from the beginning.

The upper half of his face remained the same, but the lower half had a mottled, shattered residue.

It looked like the spring couplets pasted on a door from the year before last that hadn't been scraped clean.

Faceless man: "You won."

Li Zhuiyuan: "What did I win?"

The faceless man reached out and pointed to the large bell: "Can't you tell?"

Li Zhuiyuan certainly could tell; this bell was the very tribute offering that Yu Cangsheng and the other two had been dreaming of.

Every covered pattern on it contained an extremely dense amount of good fortune.

It truly was a case of not fearing that there wasn't enough good fortune to go around, only fearing that your bowl wasn't big enough.

These accumulations were enough to let several down-and-out great families and sects rise from the ashes; it could allow forces already in a strong period to reach an even higher level.

It was no wonder Yu Cangsheng and the others would sacrifice themselves to seek this; from the perspective of family development, it was indeed worth a gamble.

The faceless man let out a long sigh: "Sigh, tell me, isn't it ridiculous? They don't dare to dream of becoming immortals; in their eyes, there are only these tribute offerings on the table."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Being realistic isn't a bad thing."

Faceless man: "If one cannot become an immortal, what is there to be attached to in this mortal flesh and this worldly heritage?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "That is just your way of thinking, and besides, this way of thinking isn't necessarily correct."

Faceless man: "Hehehe... in the end, you are just ants, only daring to crawl on the ground, not even daring to look up at the sky."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If you haven't even figured out the ground, yet you're thinking about flying up to the sky, isn't that even more ridiculous and absurd?"

Faceless man: "This is what I don't like about you Liu family members. The Qin family is the same. Although you are honored as top-tier Long Wang families, with Long Wangs appearing frequently, you just happen to only like staring at this one-acre-three-fen plot of land on the river."

Li Zhuiyuan did not respond to this question, but instead reached out and grabbed toward the faceless man.

The youth's hand passed right through the faceless man's body.

Faceless man: "If my physical body were still here, if I could walk out of this high tower, and I were to take action myself, how could those three still have any qualifications to make waves?

They are figures of an era, but their era, in the end, cannot compare to the one I experienced.

That ancestor of your Liu family once beat me into submission."

Every generation has its own jianghu.

Yu Cangsheng highly admired Zhao Wuyang, while the faceless man highly admired that ancestor of his own Liu family.

Both were losers in past competitions, so naturally, they would value the ultimate winner who had defeated them; this is also a form of self-affirmation.

The view from the top floor was very broad.

This high tower could have underground levels, but even if you divided it into negative one, negative two, and negative three, after walking through the door, it was still the first floor.

By the same token, although the youth was now standing on the twelfth floor, this scenery was simply not the same concept as when he looked up from outside the tower.

Here, Li Zhuiyuan's gaze could cross the white imperial road, pass through that white jade archway, and see that huge black water vortex.

As for further away, the rock walls on all four sides and overhead were all of a jade-like texture, with countless black shadows drifting inside.

Faceless man: "What are you still waiting for?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Regarding some matters, I have guesses in my heart about the general direction, but there are still some details that need verification and deliberation."

As the youth spoke, he walked behind the window, deliberately not revealing his figure, and looked down with a sidelong glance.

At first glance, the people below were as small as ants; after looking closely, the perspective seemed to be magnified, and he could clearly see Zhao Yi leading his team to block Xu Zhenrong, while Zhen Shaoan and Yu Miaomiao were locked in a struggle.

The intensity of the battle where Xu Zhenrong was wasn't high; she was clearly worn down to the point of losing her temper.

And where Zhen Shaoan was, as Yu Miaomiao's sense of fun continued to diminish, she began to increase her assault on the prey, and Zhen Shaoan was becoming increasingly disheveled.

Who could have thought that after the snipe and the clam fought, both suffering, the ones now holding the initiative in the situation were actually the three parties who entered with invitations.

Faceless man: "Are you enjoying the lingering charm of being the winner?"

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and asked: "Where is your face?"

The faceless man touched the lower half of his face and said:

"It was I who invited out the ancestor's lower face, only then could I invite the Daoist priest out of the tower.

Unfortunately, what I originally thought was a sure win could only end up in a 'tried my best'."

If it weren't for the fact that the cooperation of Yu Cangsheng and the other two was truly tacit, plus the exceptional factor of the black-skirted woman, who exerted the power of a sword at a critical moment under the deduction of Xu Zhenrong's puppet arts, the outcome would really have been hard to say.

Li Zhuiyuan: "What about the other half of the face?"

Faceless man: "The ancestor's other half of the face is naturally still under this skin of mine, but I no longer have the strength to sacrifice it to invite anyone."

"Oh."

The youth nodded, but still stood in place, not moving to scrape the "tribute offerings" off the large bell.

At this moment, although the top floor here was still very steady, the line of sight looking down, however, underwent a violent tremor.

When a seam is opened in the rules and no repairs are made, this gap will only become larger and larger.

The youth looked toward the distance again; those jade walls were like the "sky" here.

At this moment, all the black shadows within the sky became active, beginning to gather in this direction like dark clouds, gradually obscuring the green light emitted by the jade, as if a solar eclipse had begun.

This scene was truly magnificent and shocking.

On the white imperial road, the voices of the songstresses were no longer melodious and pleasant, but instead revealed bursts of shrillness; the movements of the dancers were also no longer soft, becoming twisted and eerie.

Even in the two huge kneeling corpse pits under the tower, bursts of prayer sounds filled with resentment and suspicion began to come.

Faintly visible, deep in the kneeling corpse pits, there were corpses that had changed the kneeling posture they had maintained for who knows how many years, and began to climb upward.

As for the interior of this high tower, the restlessness would only be more intense.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that if he went down now, what he would likely face would be a group of Xuanmen dead who had already stood up and started walking.

Faceless man: "Originally, I could barely suppress them, but now, I don't have that ability. This place is moving toward being out of control step by step."

Li Zhuiyuan was silent.

The faceless man continued: "Since you don't believe in the wish to become an immortal, then do what you should do; if it's too late, it will be too late."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the faceless man with some confusion.

Faceless man: "Why, do you feel strange? I did say that when I ascended to become an immortal, I would kill you in passing, using your eyes as witness, your blood as a mark, and your life as a monument.

But now, hasn't the ascension already failed?

Rather than having the opportunity here taken away by outsiders, it's better to give it to you.

Hehe,

His descendants,

In the end, need me to help lift a hand."

The faceless man spread his palms, and there was a faint light flowing in his palms; this was a demonstration of a small-scale technique.

With this technique, one could more conveniently and quickly peel off the traces on the large bell.

Without his demonstration, Li Zhuiyuan also had a way to peel it off, but since he demonstrated, it saved him the time of deducing it himself.

It could be said that the current Li Zhuiyuan was equivalent to sitting in front of a table full of delicacies, and was also handed a pair of chopsticks by the person beside him.

But Li Zhuiyuan still did not move.

After the faceless man finished the demonstration, he put away his palms.

His figure, because of this, became faint, almost translucent.

"Why, you don't believe in ascension, and you don't want the tribute offerings either?"

Li Zhuiyuan stared closely at the faceless man, as if wanting to capture the other party's pupils on his eyeless face.

The faceless man, who was constantly fading, seemed to be looking at this youth as well.

Li Zhuiyuan confirmed one thing, and just as he was about to speak, the faceless man, as if he had predicted what the youth was going to say in advance, hurriedly raised his hand:

"You wait a moment, wait for me to turn my back, and then say that sentence."

The faceless man turned around, raised his hand and waved lightly, signaling that he was ready.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You are truly pitiful."

The faceless man's transparent body began to tremble; if he had a face, at this moment, the expression on his face should be one of both enjoyment and nostalgia.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that the other party was treating himself as that Liu family Long Wang in history.

This guy, truly, whether successful or failing, could always extract that kind of peculiar pleasure from himself.

The faceless man did not turn his body back, but enjoyed it quietly; his body was becoming thinner and thinner.

The youth's voice sounded again, asking the same question as before: "Where is your face?"

Faceless man: "I have already answered this question."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You misunderstood my question, you gave an irrelevant answer."

The faceless man turned around and faced the youth: "Then what is it that you really want to ask?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I am not asking about the residue of the ancestor's skin on the lower half of your face; I am asking, where did the face that originally belonged to you go?"

The faceless man said as a matter of course: "What do you think? I tore off my original face and replaced it with the ancestor's face, but because of the rules here, I had to show myself in a faceless form."

"Then where was that face of yours that you tore off placed?"

"Of course I..."

The faceless man was stunned, because he didn't remember.

Over so many years, he had long been accustomed to his "expressionlessness".

Anyway, he couldn't leave this high tower, and inside the high tower were all dead people; he didn't need to communicate, didn't need to make expressions, and certainly wouldn't be so fragile as to talk to himself in the mirror to relieve loneliness, so whether he had a face or not made no difference.

However, even if it was useless, where exactly had he settled his own face?

The faceless man covered his head.

The youth's clear-cut question seemed to shatter a certain defect in his consciousness, which made him feel anxious and uneasy, because under normal circumstances, this was an impossible thing to happen.

He was already dead.

He was maintaining his existence with the help of the special nature of the secret realm, and he didn't have a physical body, so his soul consciousness was his biggest carrier today, and one of the most important components of soul consciousness was memory.

In other words, it was impossible for him to forget things.

For ghosts in reality, once a situation of memory loss appears, it often only means one thing... damage to the soul body.

This situation is not rare among lonely ghosts in reality; after all, they are all ghosts for the first time and have no experience.

But placed on the faceless man, it was very wrong.

He was prepared when he entered here, and he was the one who peeled off his own soul consciousness.

He couldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

Most importantly, the missing memory was actually only where his own face was placed, and everything else was normal.

"Why is it like this... why is it like this..."

The faceless man began to mutter to himself.

His transparent body, because of this complex and intense emotion, began to ripple like the surface of a lake.

The faceless man asked Li Zhuiyuan for help: "Tell me, why is it like this? You know, right?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "We have met in a dream."

Faceless man: "Yes, it was I who went to find you, it was I who invited you to represent the Liu family to witness the ascension of my clan."

Li Zhuiyuan: "In that dream, I couldn't see your face; I originally thought it was because you didn't have a face, but later I began to suspect that I had judged wrong.

What if that you in the dream actually had a face but was just hiding it?"

Faceless man: "How is this possible? It was I who went into your dream, it was I who invited you!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm, I didn't say it wasn't you."

Faceless man: "Then you..."

The faceless man stopped talking, as if he finally realized something; he stopped all movements and was stunned.

Li Zhuiyuan continued: "When I came up, I even suspected whether your true identity was that ancestor of yours, for example, after you entered the ancestral tomb, you were possessed by your ancestor.

But after contact and communication, I found that it wasn't; you are indeed still you, but you are not completely you."

The youth said while reaching out to pinch his own skin:

"Even if the ancestor's skin needs to be covered, why become faceless? Wouldn't it be enough to tear off your original skin and stick it on?"

Faceless man: "Then who am I..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I said, you are still you."

Faceless man: "Then what about the other me? The one who kept my skin, where is he?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "He should also be here."

Faceless man: "Then what is the purpose of me doing this? Why did I separate myself?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "The purpose of separating is to maintain relative independence and not be disturbed. Since you are certain that you can ascend to become an immortal, then the other you should not believe in such a thing as ascension."

"Hahahahaha!"

The faceless man let out a laugh; he laughed somewhat bleakly.

He had already accepted the fact that his ascension failed, but he didn't expect that there would be an even bigger blow waiting for him later.

He wasn't even a complete self.

No, he couldn't even be called "himself"; there was no such thing as separating or not separating at all. His existence was more like a memory, a clone, a puppet, an obsession that was deliberately imprisoned here.

He was a part that was peeled off and discarded from the main body.

"I actually don't even know what kind of thing I am, yet I have been longing for such a thing as ascension to become an immortal, hahaha."

Li Zhuiyuan let the faceless man continue to vent his emotions, while he himself continued to look down from a high position, overlooking the situation below.

He and the faceless man had met face-to-face a total of three times.

Once in A Li's dream, once on the negative third floor through the tower door that had opened a gap, and once just now.

When they met for the second time, Li Zhuiyuan only had suspicions.

When they met for the third time, which was when he came up to the top floor and saw him lying there, this suspicion turned into a kind of certainty.

When you don't have enough specific clues in your hands, if you want to see the truth behind the fog in front of you, you need to switch perspectives.

An important reason is that the black-robed person in A Li's dream had a body full of corpse energy, and ten long, black, and sharp fingernails.

That kind of momentum, that kind of style, was unquestionable.

The faceless man in this tower had a similar feeling, but it wasn't intense enough.

The madness he presented when they met at the bottom of the tower, and the calmness he showed when they met again at the top of the tower in the face of failure.

This madness and calmness could be understood, but it lacked a kind of thickness and layering; it was as thin as a paper person, only able to paint a single color on both sides of the paper.

The one in A Li's dream put more pressure on himself, had richer layering, and was more like a living existence under a special definition.

Then there was another perspective.

From the perspective of the question-setter, he had occupied the initiative since the battle for the broken jade, although he had killed Xu Yijin and repelled Yu Miaomiao and that group of people who surrounded him at the end.

Including after entering this secret realm, although he encountered several changes, he still walked here relatively smoothly.

As a result, he was still assigned to the negative third floor, watching the fighting above, and then he logically picked up the biggest bargain.

He had been at the top of the tower for so long, and he hadn't done any real business at all; it was purely a waste of time, but Xu Zhenrong and Zhen Shaoan were still firmly blocked outside the tower door.

Admittedly, all the smoothness was based on his own superior ability, and it was the result of his own deduction and judgment; it was definitely not a pie falling from the sky.

But the problem was, the question-setter knew his ability and his past exam scores.

He took the test paper that belonged to someone else and gave it to him to do; the purpose must be to make things difficult for him, not to let him find a loophole and successfully take advantage.

Therefore, from the perspective of difficulty, he became the final big winner just like that; it was obviously somewhat abnormal.

Especially when he just came up, the faceless man said to him: "You won."

Li Zhuiyuan's alarm bells rang in his heart at that time, because generally, you only hear such words when you are about to lose.

The faceless man walked to Li Zhuiyuan's side and stood still.

He was more transparent than before, with a feeling of being very light, very light, as if he would drift away as soon as a slightly larger wind blew.

"You are right, I am indeed very pitiful, a... pitiful joke."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If you continue to dwell on this, then it won't just be ridiculous."

Faceless man: "I understand what you mean now; you deliberately looked at me with eyes full of doubt just now, were you distinguishing whether I, this fake person, possess my own independence?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm."

The faceless man said that he entered his dream and said the same thing to him.

There are two possibilities; one is that he is essentially still the same person as the "faced man"; the two of them, in a two-in-one state, followed the past karma, entered A Li's dream, and found him.

It's just that the faceless man didn't notice that at that time, he was actually not just him.

Another possibility is that the "faced man" entered A Li's dream, and then re-injected the relevant memories into the faceless man's soul consciousness, making him think that he really participated in this matter.

The latter possibility is very low, because the faceless man is trapped in this high tower; if the faced man could enter and leave the high tower at will to make various changes and manipulations to the faceless man, then he would have already become the "heaven" here and wouldn't need to carry out such a layout at all.

The former means that the two are essentially still one body, just one occupying the majority and one occupying the minority.

This is also the reason why Li Zhuiyuan has been insisting on saying "you are you but not completely you"; this is not comfort, but a condition favorable to himself.

Puppets and clones are easily manipulated by the main body, but if it is an independent part, it can be won over and cooperated with to become a kind of help.

Faceless man: "Are you trying to get me to help you?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm."

Faceless man: "But, I am already about to dissipate."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Your dissipation is because you were severely injured after the old Daoist priest was resolved, losing the ability to continue to interfere in the situation, so you are disheartened and can't be bothered to continue to exist."

The faceless man didn't deny it, but his figure, which had been fading, paused its change.

"But you, why would you think that I would help you? Even if I am not completely me, I really don't need to destroy the layout of the other me for you, an outsider, a descendant of an enemy.

Although I don't know what his layout is specifically, if he succeeds, doesn't it mean I succeed too?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "You will choose to help me."

Faceless man: "So confident?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Because, I want to help you complete the ascension."

The youth doesn't believe in the theory of becoming an immortal, but he is only helping the faceless man complete the ritual of ascension, and he doesn't guarantee that it will definitely succeed.

At least now, the harm if this ritual is not held has already begun to appear.

So many dead Xuanmen in the high tower are gradually becoming uncontrollable, and the breeding of resentment is bringing them closer and closer to the direction of corpse transformation.

So many black shadows in the jade, once completely out of control, will evolve into a large number of evil spirits filled with resentment.

Once such a large group of guys completely loses the constraints of the rules and gains freedom, rushing out from the depths of Mount Yulongxue, what kind of terrible natural disaster will it cause?

The faceless man said: "Okay, I can help you. I want to prove to the other me that it wasn't him who abandoned me, but I who tore him off."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded; he was not surprised by this result.

The faceless man is just a piece of paper, and obsession is the foundation of his existence; it only takes stirring up this obsession to convince him.

It's just that Zhao Yi is still busy directing under the tower and didn't follow up to see this scene; if he had seen it, he would probably have to reiterate the sentence he just muttered: when it comes to playing with schemes, he, Zhao Yi, is no worse than anyone, except for that guy surnamed Li.

Faceless man: "Tell me, now, what do you want me to do?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No rush, the situation below is deadlocked; I only need to be here, delaying the next step, then the one who will be anxious will be him."

The true opponent of this wave is currently still hidden behind the scenes, fortunately, his motives can be captured.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and looked at the large bell behind him.

The other party seems to really want someone to take away the tribute offerings on the table; this seems to be able to trigger some kind of condition.

The faceless man pointed at the large bell and asked: "How did you resist this temptation? With the current situation of the Qin and Liu families, they really need its irrigation to complete the revival."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Because I know that the hope for the revival of the Qin and Liu families is on my shoulders."

Faceless man: "I now truly believe that you don't want to become an immortal."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If the purpose of this high tower is not to ascend to become an immortal but to grow into a 'person', I might really be tempted."

The black shadows within the jade walls in the sky are becoming more and more manic, beginning to collectively scratch the barrier.

The white imperial road that originally led to the Tiangong is now filled with gloomy energy, and what is singing and dancing is no longer a fairy, but a ghostly shadow.

Li Zhuiyuan hid his figure again and looked down, saying: "If there are no accidents, an accident should happen now."

Under the premise that he kept wasting time at the top of the tower and made no moves, an accident finally happened.

The jade wall above the high tower seemed unable to support the impact of such a large number of black shadows, and deformation occurred.

This scene also caused Xu Zhenrong, Zhen Shaoan, Zhao Yi, and others who were still fighting below to all stop their movements and look up.

Including Yu Miaomiao, who was licking the back of her hand while fluttering her round eyes, curiously examining the top.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The wall overhead seemed to melt, falling down in puddles.

The liquid jade that landed formed thick pillars of different sizes.

When seeing them, Zhen Shaoan's face first showed shock, and then revealed ecstasy.

These pillars were the layout in his classroom, with solid forms that could be switched at any time to serve as formation eyes, and at the same time could be manipulated, grasped, and transformed.

For a formation master familiar with this environment, it is equivalent to being able to make the formation layout extremely fast and as one wishes.

There was also a large amount of jade that condensed but did not drip down in the end, but instead formed long cones hanging upside down overhead.

Streams of black shadows were sucked into these inverted cones, as if by mistake, having made some kind of advance preparation.

And this was exactly the layout in Xu Zhenrong's classroom.

With them, Xu Zhenrong could knead out masked people of extremely high quality at will, without having to worry about raw materials.

Only a teacher who returns to their own classroom can exert their true... no, it is magnified many times the strength.

Zhen Shaoan: "Raise the wind and gather the formation, collect, trap, lock, suppress!"

The size of the stone pillars constantly changed, refracting a special luster, and a formation based on reality construction quickly took shape.

Huge pressure descended, Yu Miaomiao let out a cat's meow, and immediately struggled to break free.

She succeeded; relying on her terrible speed and amazing reaction ability, she jumped out of the first formation.

But Zhen Shaoan just spread his palms, second formation, third formation, fourth formation...

Under the imposition of layers of formations, even if Yu Miaomiao could jump over them one after another, it was becoming more and more difficult, and the formations she had already jumped over could actually echo with the newly laid out formations.

Finally, only hearing a shrill and unwilling cat's meow, Yu Miaomiao landed on all fours, although she was struggling to resist, her limbs were gradually bending, and her chest was getting closer and closer to the ground.

She didn't understand why the prey she had been playing with for fun had suddenly become so sharp and powerful, actually suppressing her in turn.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

While not understanding, she also did not submit at all; her beast nature at this time had long suppressed her human nature.

On the other side, Xu Zhenrong crossed her fingers and arched upward.

"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"

Three white cocoons fell, condensed from ten, thirty, and sixty black shadows respectively.

Xu Zhenrong clapped her palms three times in a row.

The white cocoons stood up, broke open, and were done in one go.

Three puppets appeared inside, and the mask patterns on their faces were Tan Wenbin, Lin Shu, and Runsheng respectively.

Zhao Yi shouted angrily: "Looking down on people, aren't you? Why didn't you knead me out?"

Lin Shu: "Hehe, she kneaded me again."

Zhao Yi: "Is it because you also have a limit on the control of high-quality, high-intensity puppets!"

Lin Shu: Oh no, I was smug too early.

It's easy to understand why Yin Meng wasn't kneaded; she couldn't deduce Yin Meng's poison, so it's better not to knead.

But Zhao Yi felt that it wasn't narcissism; he actually had the necessity to be kneaded out.

When the life-and-death gate seam closed, he was also very good at fighting, and unlike the guy surnamed Li and the others who only killed one Xu Yijin, on the way to escape with the broken jade, there were many people who died directly or indirectly in his hands, enough to be recorded in detail in all aspects.

She didn't use him, it could only be restricted by certain factors; it is highly probable that the quality of one hundred black shadows per round is the limit of her operation and deduction.

But even so, this puppet scale and intensity were already very amazing.

Taking Lin Shu, who had taken the exam, as an example, the body quality of the fake Lin Shu kneaded from thirty black shadows exceeded that of the real Lin Shu, and could activate the effect of the evil-breaking talisman needle for a long time.

The Tan Wenbin kneaded from ten black shadows was also very face-saving; after all, although Tan Wenbin also practiced martial arts, he was not a real practitioner who had entered the door, and this puppet probably also knew how to use ghost-driving arts.

As for the Runsheng kneaded from sixty black shadows... this puppet should be the most terrifying of the three puppets.

If he could have Runsheng's ability to fully open the qi gate, it would already be extremely amazing; if he could have the ability to fully open the qi gate continuously... then could the big guys wait to be crushed to death?

Zhen Shaoan and Xu Zhenrong looked at each other from a distance, and then looked at the top of the tower together.

Li Zhuiyuan had long since gone to the top of the tower, but the youth had always been careful not to let his figure be revealed, so the people under the tower didn't know his current location, including at the moment, Xu Zhenrong and Zhen Shaoan also failed to see anyone on the top floor.

The two therefore judged that although the youth entered the tower early, he probably couldn't withstand the repulsive force in the tower, and was either still climbing the tower with difficulty and slowness, or might have already died in pain in the tower.

It wasn't that they were too optimistic and naive, but standing from their perspective, there was only this possibility to guess, because they couldn't understand Li Zhuiyuan's behavior of being indifferent when he went to the top floor and faced that large bell.

For this sudden change that was extremely favorable to the two of them, the two could only think that after the rules here were constantly weakened, the environment originally maintained by the rules also changed, and there was another factor... maybe it was the ancestors at home blessing them, in this critical period of striving for opportunities and good fortune for the family, helping them push a hand in the dark.

With their stance and perspective stuck here, after so many years of lurking and paying, having encountered great obstruction once before, and having gambled everything, they could only think of all changes in a good direction; they really had no energy and it was even more impossible to suspect anything else; even if they knew it was a pit, they had to pretend not to know and close their eyes and jump down.

Zhao Yi's life-and-death seam between his eyebrows squirmed rapidly: there must be a demon if something goes wrong; these two are definitely not lucky and favored; I'm afraid they have already become knives in someone's hands.

And that guy surnamed Li, he could even pry the book from the hands of the scholar on the eleventh floor; Zhao Yi would never believe that he was still climbing the tower with difficulty at this time.

Guy surnamed Li, you should have already noticed something, so you are deliberately waiting for the other party to make a move first, and then you can dismantle the move later, right?

Hmm, it must be like this.

Zhao Yi was trying hard to cheer himself up; essentially, he was the same as the two opposite; at this time, he could only think in a good direction.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and said in a deep voice:

"Get ready, there's going to be a fierce battle."

Top floor.

Faceless man: "No wonder the three of them could lurk down and open a teaching dojo here. It turns out that there has always been the push of a mastermind behind the scenes.

I am only responsible for the normal operation and maintenance of the high tower here, while the other me should have been planning for a long time."

Li Zhuiyuan: "There can't be an absolutely precise plan without loopholes in this world. Look, didn't Yu Cangsheng die?"

Now it seems that Yu Miaomiao's move to counter-kill Yu Cangsheng was probably unexpected even by the person behind the scenes.

Sure enough, the thousands of strategies of a wise man are not as good as the flash of inspiration of a fool.

Faceless man: "What is his purpose in doing this? I mean, using this roundabout means of borrowing a knife."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Because while he wants to obtain benefits, he doesn't want to bear the consequences, for example, the natural disaster that is very likely to be triggered by this."

Faceless man: "Your people and that cat demon can't stop them two now; don't you plan to do something?"

Li Zhuiyuan turned around and walked down the stairs; the eleventh floor was still shaking violently, and all the furniture, furnishings, walls, and floors inside were already covered with cracks.

The youth swayed with great difficulty to the couch, and the faceless man also drifted over.

The scholar still maintained a side-lying posture, with nothing in his hands, but the resentment and evil spirit on his face seemed to have formed a palm-sized dark cloud above his head.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't come to apologize and say nice things.

At this time, apologizing and kowtowing and so on had long since lost their meaning.

The youth took out the wordless book again, and once again flipped the pages until they made a "rustling" sound.

Stimulated by this, the dark cloud above the scholar's head was gradually turning black.

Li Zhuiyuan said: "Do me a small favor, and I will explain this book that you can't understand to you."

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan only flipped through this book roughly when he was idle on the negative third floor, and he didn't have time to understand it either.

But the youth was confident that after leaving here and having enough time when he was idle, he would definitely be able to understand this book.

He would also keep his promise and tell the profound mysteries in the book to this scholar; anyway, it wasn't explaining it immediately; later, when he understood it, writing the annotations on paper and burning them to him mixed with paper money would be the same.

The dark cloud above the scholar's head did not dissipate, but it stopped turning black.

Li Zhuiyuan stuffed the wordless book into the scholar's hand and said calmly:

"If it doesn't work, forget it; you didn't figure out anything after studying hard during your lifetime and researching after death; at worst, after you ascend to become an immortal later, you can continue to grind slowly in the heavenly court."

After Li Zhuiyuan finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Pada!"

Behind him came the sound of the book falling to the ground.

The entire eleventh floor stopped shaking.

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and saw that the dark cloud on the scholar's forehead had dissipated; the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

The faceless man suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar, as if it had just happened on the top floor.

At this time, he saw the youth's hand suddenly reach out in front of him.

The faceless man asked in confusion: "What is the meaning of this?"

Li Zhuiyuan replied:

"Lend me the remaining half of the ancestor's skin you have."

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The book friend circle has done a 【Late Night Story Meeting】 activity to give everyone benefits and fan titles; everyone can participate.

Finally, asking everyone for monthly tickets!

(End of chapter)