The light in the sky slowly fades, and the dusk gradually falls.

Although the undead have the opportunity to appear during the day because of a rain, the dead air is not very strong because of the sun. The intensity of the dead air is also related to the degree of violentness of the undead. In the final analysis, the night is their carnival.

The undead army has advanced to the boundary seven or eight kilometers away from the inner city, and the undead in the north city may be a little slower. Ye Zhenghong blocked it alone for half a day and could see the effect at this time.

Another half of the day also disappeared during this trip. Ye Zhenghong, who finally returned to the inner city, originally wanted to ask where Han Ji and others were, but he didn't expect something big happened here!

Ye Zhenghong and others gathered a lot of mages along the way, which was not a trivial matter for the inner city. The person in charge was an imperial guardian. Among the imperial guardians, there were many people who knew Ye Zhenghong among the association's mages. The same imperial guardians had a high status and knew some news that ordinary mages did not know.

"Guidede Plan? Isn't this a nonsense?" Ye Zhenghong opened his mouth in surprise, and even didn't know how to continue. The coldness came to him to relieve himself. Without saying a word, he immediately left everyone and ran to the Bell Tower Association.

Su Muyun also heard the words of the imperial guardian wizard, but she did not follow Ye Zhenghong, but turned to the side, and looked coldly at the dark outside the city wall, whispering to herself: "Just tonight?... Then isn't this place... If it really comes to that time, I won't be restricting you, I just hope you can save him once! You don't want to cause trouble because of his death, right?"

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In the middle of the inner city, under the giant bell on the top of the Bell Tower Magic Association, Ye Zhenghong knew that Han Ji was there at this time.

When not far away, Ye Zhenghong could clearly see that there were many people on the top of the Bell Tower Association. Although he could not see the faces of everyone in detail, he could also see the dullness of the atmosphere.

Many mages in purple robes were "escorting" many people walking out of the building. When the distance was close enough, Ye Zhenghong could see clearly what these people looked like! Lu Xu, Chu Jia, Ling Xi, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao.

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Many of them are known to me. Ye Zhenghong was sure of this. What the Imperial Guard Master who told him about this before was correct was indeed true.

Ye Zhenghong didn’t know what Han Ji and others were thinking, but this “guillotine” plan seemed completely nonsense in his opinion!

When Ye Zhenghong came here, he realized that things seemed to be somewhat different from what he imagined. Now it seems that he is not implementing the "guillotine" plan, but it is like this.

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Canceled?

Of course, Ye Zhenghong's arrival was not hidden from the many senior executives present, but everyone was still a little surprised by Ye Zhenghong's arrival.

Ye Zhenghong's "status" at this time was a bit different for them. He said that he was the heir of the Ye family. Judging from the current situation of the ancient capital, these false identities seemed useless. But this kid still has a trump card. No one knew about the previous huge battle in the North City, so everyone really dared not underestimate him.

"Boy Ye, if you don't keep your energy well, why are you here?" Zhu Meng said first. Among the senior executives present, he would be the one who is most familiar with Ye Zhenghong.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhenghong reached out and made a gesture of silence, then frowned and asked everyone.

It can be seen that he was in a very bad mood. Facing many senior executives who were comparable to his father's level, he asked directly. Of course, it was no wonder that he had fought desperately in Beicheng not long ago, and bought some time for evacuation.

Good guy, how long has it been before these senior executives even took off the firewood from the bottom of the pot? He didn't know what the "guillotine" plan was, and he didn't think he needed to know. He only knew that once the people in front of him died, the inner city would not be able to spend tonight at all. What was the purpose of his own hard work?

For a moment, the platform became silent and no one spoke.

Seeing this, Ye Zhenghong was also a little stunned. What are you doing? What I asked doesn’t seem to be a difficult problem, just let it go if no one talks, they all seem so negative. What are they doing?

"Tsk~" At this time, a sudden burst of laughter sounded. Ye Zhenghong realized that there was another person in blue clothes here who had never seen him looking at him with a smile on his face. Ye Zhenghong's heart suddenly sank. He had already guessed roughly what the identity of the person in front of him was. ． ． Black Holy See, Blue Deacon! But a Blue Deacon is just a minion to the senior executives in front of you. What exactly caused the scene in front of you?

"Old Ye!" Another voice sounded beside him. Ye Zhenghong turned his head and thought that today was really lively. Why were there people he was familiar with? The person who made the voice was Mo Fan who was separated from him on the north wall. Seeing his expression and being able to appear here to see Ye Zhenghong, he could guess that the previous and subsequent events should be related to him.

Of course, there is no generation gap between the two, and it is obvious that it is convenient to communicate with other senior officials. Ye Zhenghong does not expect these guys who live longer and become more complex in their thoughts.

"Isn't this a nonsense? Just by the one-sided words of this guy, you have become what you are now? You have, who knows whether you are a man or a ghost under your clothes, and who knows if you were sent by the Black Holy See? What are the decisive evidences you have among these people? With the IQ of these red clothes, they are in danger of sneaking into the upper level and becoming an undercover agent?" Ye Zhenghong looked at the gray-white man in the gray robe who learned from Mo Fan coldly, and felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

The man in gray robe seemed to have no idea what to say to refute, and lowered his head slightly to the silence of others.

"And you, can you, can you say whatever others say? You obviously have aged and have no judgment on your own? Are you not afraid that Salang would release such a smoke bomb specifically to let you guys die? If you live, there are still people to resist the deceased kings in all directions, and the inner city barrier can still be preserved. If you die, the deceased kings in all directions cannot be taken by the power of this ancient capital, can this ancient capital survive tonight?" Everyone present, who had no scruples at all, cursed. Who cares whether they are senior officials or not? If they really have blood, Ye Zhenghong hopes that these guys will come up and fight with him in anger.

"Your death is over. Look at these people who are still in the city? Who cares about their life or death? I'm telling you, old guys, still have the brains? Do you have to drag the whole city to die for the sake of Salang? Look at this guy, he is clearly a clown, the garbage thrown out by Salang to die. However, this garbage is happily watching your jokes. Don't you feel ashamed!" Ye Zhenghong pointed at Mu He who was playing soy sauce on the side and mocked everyone.

Mo Fan did not expect that Ye Zhenghong would squirt directly regardless of the face of these big guys. He was shocked and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Zhu Meng is one of the few people present, and he also opposed the "guillotine" plan from the bottom of his heart. As Ye Zhenghong said, even if they die desperately on the battlefield, it would be better than waiting for death here to come here.

A completely unsure of Salang is not worthy of the burial of the whole city!

"Look, Lu Huan seems to be caught by something!"

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Chapter completed!