"Dead people, you have no right to talk to me." Ale said.,she carries the real qi to her palms, and the palms make a wheezing sound, condensing sharp and crystal ice spines. Wrist shake, dozens of ice thorns, at the same time fly to A Le.,walking in the busy street, Zhang Ruoxien heard all kinds of news, including the news of the birth of some treasure, the news that some great man had come to the city of the dead, and the news of the birth of a fierce barbarian.。