Zhang Fatty was covered in blood, his huge and stout figure resembling a bear in the darkness. He gasped for breath heavily, it was unclear if he was conscious.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"Um, because the one upstairs gave me some information and didn't harm me, I think I can wait a bit." I answered quietly. "It's an old acquaintance of my mother's, who kept calling out for my mother's name."。