Without hesitation, Zhao Lan followed Meng Qingyin to the Tower of Babel.
Meng Qingyin also called Fei Qiu and the others over.
When Fisher heard that the fake Bill had reappeared, he wished he could kill him with his own hands.
Zhao Lan: "Why do you all say he's a fake?"
Lu Cheng blurted out, "That person isn't really Bill; we don't know his true identity."
Fei Qiu was puzzled: "How did that fake Bill find me? And how did he know that Sister Fang was with you?"
Meng Qingyin: "He seems to have swallowed a lot of spirit pearls, so he might have an extraordinary sense of smell. Perhaps he will find this place soon."
Ye Yingjun sneered: "He still dares to cause trouble on my turf? I'll tear him to pieces."
Meng Qingyin: "Don't even mention cutting him into eight pieces, you could cut him into sixteen pieces and he still wouldn't die."
Ye Yingjun was shocked: "Why?"
Meng Qingyin frowned, finding it somewhat troublesome. "That's the tricky part. Fake Bill seems unkillable, and his wounds and severed limbs heal in a very short time. It's difficult to find an effective way to kill him."
Ye Yingjun chuckled, "I don't believe there's anyone that hard to kill! How about I just swallow him whole?"
Lu Cheng felt a chill run down his spine. "Aren't you afraid he'll cut you open?"
Ye Yingjun smiled and said, "Heh, how could that be! The digestive fluids of the Night Demon Clan are extremely powerful. They can digest not only mortal bodies, but even the hardest foundation rock. I don't believe that Fake Bill can withstand my digestive fluids."
"What is bedrock?" Lu Cheng was curious when he first heard the term.
Ye Yingjun: "It is a kind of stone that is recognized as the hardest."
He looked at Meng Qingyin expectantly: "What do you think of my idea?"
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