"No!"
Jiang Xiao reached out with a large hand toward Bao Lebin, evidently uninterested in heeding any advice.
"Hehehe, cherish the opportunity I'm giving you~ Otherwise, when the pandemonium of a hundred ghosts begins, you won't be able to escape. The only people I want to kill are the curator and the Night Watchman."
Bao Lebin continued to persuade.
What?
What is this little rascal saying?
The curator dug his ear, doubting his own hearing.
"Impudent! Bao Lebin, do you know your status and mine? Mind your tone when you speak! Are you threatening me?"
The Night Watchman stepped forward, saying coldly.
"Kill us? What a joke, it's like a tadpole tattooing a frog on itself... are you showing off your mother?"
At this moment, he was unaware that the person in front of him was no longer Bao Lebin.
"What my status is..."
Faced with the curator's questioning, Bao Lebin tilted his head and said uncertainly after thinking for a while.
