After Ying Mu’s group left, Yang Ye shrugged and gazed at Ku Zhuyi. At this moment, she was looking at him too. But her gaze was quite unusual.

Yang Ye waved his left hand, “I’m sure you saw that I didn’t lie to them. Sigh. What a pity! They didn’t believe me and insisted on going down there!”

Ku Zhuyi glanced indifferently at Yang Ye and said, “You’re full of tricks!”

Yang Ye was speechless.

Ku Zhuyi asked, “Will they die?”

Yang Ye shrugged, “Who knows? Right, we can’t stay here! Let’s go!”

Actually, so long as that woman in a red dress didn’t look for trouble with him, he was safe in the city. However, she wasn’t the only expert here, there were other humans here. He naturally didn’t fear them, but he didn’t want trouble.

Ku Zhuyi nodded to display that she had no objections.

Just like that, they left the hall.

Right when they were about to leave the city….

AH!!!

A shrill and miserable cry resounded from their right. After that shrill cry resounded, a few other shrill cries resounded in succession.

One of them was very familiar...