Li Futu subconsciously remembered what the co-workers he met in the restaurant in the city before entering the Tower of Babel said.

The other party also said at the time that there was once a super strong man who was close to the extreme realm and entered the Tower of Babel.

Now it seems that the person the co-worker is talking about is undoubtedly the crazy white-haired woodcutter on the eleventh floor.

The husband and wife entered the Tower of Babel, but at that time on the eleventh floor, he did not see a second person, this is the Tower of Babel, there is no possibility of separation, could it be that the woodcutter's wife went to the twelfth floor?

As soon as this thought floated, it was quickly extinguished by Li Futu, if the woodcutter's wife really went to the twelfth floor, the woodcutter would definitely go up with him, instead of staying alone on the eleventh floor.

In the woodcutter's state, nine times out of ten, his wife is dead.

Moreover.

Most likely, he died on the twelfth floor.

"Thank you seniors for your doubts. ”

After getting the answer he wanted to know, Li Futu didn't stop for more and returned to the eleventh floor again.

The woodcutter was still sitting there, confused, and muttering.

Li Futu glanced at him, and then tentatively took one or two steps towards the steps leading to the twelfth floor......

Sure enough, the delirious woodcutter did have a rather stubborn obsession with the twelfth floor, and even if he was crazy, he still didn't allow anyone to go beyond it.

"Can't go up ......"

He raised his head, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on Li Futu again.

Li Futu did not choose to break in again this time, and when he saw that he had attracted the attention of the woodcutter, he immediately stopped.

"Woodcutter, don't you want to see your wife again?"

Sure enough.

The woodcutter's empty eyes twitched suddenly.

"You say...... What?"

"Your wife is up there, and you are here alone, and if I were you, even if I died, I would choose to die with my wife. ”

Li Futu said calmly.

The woodcutter's numb expression gradually fluctuated violently, that is, he endured great pain, his face began to twitch uncontrollably, and his withered hands grabbed his head hard.

"Dead, all dead, she died, all because of me, all because of my ......"

He curled up with his head in his hands like a deranged madman, his nails grappling his scalp hard, his tone gradually becoming whimpering.

"If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have come at all, wouldn't have come up at all, I'm the damn person, it should be me...... Ah!!h

He suddenly raised his head and roared loudly, the penetrating power was so strong that the air that was highly concentrated under the weight of the eleven layers of weight appeared to vibrate like water waves.

Li Futu watched quietly.

After a while, the screams gradually subsided, and the woodcutter gradually calmed down, loosened his straw hair, and slowly stood up.

"You're right, what's the point of living alone, in this prison, even if you can't die, you will never be free, instead of enduring this endless torment, it is better to accompany her......"

Strangely, the woodcutter seemed to suddenly regain his senses, looked at Li Futu, and walked straight towards the passage to the twelfth floor, limping.

Li Futu watched him step up the steps and immediately followed.

This time, the woodcutter didn't stop him again.

The two of them walked one step after the other, only one step apart, and walked to the twelfth floor one after another.

At the moment when he was about to reach the twelfth floor, the woodcutter stopped at the last step.

Li Futu also stopped behind him.

"Everyone knows that there is a way to the beautiful world in the Tower of Babel, but who knows, this is a desperate road with no return. ”

The woodcutter seemed to be back to normal.

"Do you know what the cruelest thing is? It's like placing a fruit on the other side of a cliff, but there is an abyss in the middle that can never be crossed. ”

He seemed to be talking to Li Futu, but he seemed to be talking to himself.

Li Futu crossed the woodcutter and looked towards the twelfth floor.

The scene on the top floor of the Tower of Babel is not much different from the other floors, but what makes people feel excited is that in the middle of it, there is a black door, which floats in the air, about five centimeters from the ground.

"That's ......"

Li Futu's eyes condensed, his gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and he locked on the door of the void.

With his concentration, he couldn't help but be overjoyed at this time, and a touch of excitement jumped on his face.

"That door should be the legendary passage to the big world. ”

The woodcutter said.

I don't know if it's because I've seen it before, but he doesn't have any excitement when he sees this void door.

The impatient Li Futu wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the woodcutter.

"The more tempting things are, the more dangerous they are, and the door is there, and you can see it clearly, but you can never touch it......"

Li Futu frowned.

"You don't believe me?"

The woodcutter looked at the peaceful and calm twelfth floor of the Tower of Babel.

"Do you know why my leg is lame? If I hadn't retreated quickly, I'm afraid I would have been like my wife, under the weight of the twelve-layered weight, crushed to pieces, and there would be no bones left. ”

Li Futu subconsciously glanced at the woodcutter's right leg.

"The gravity of the Tower of Babel increases one by one, but until the eleventh floor, no matter how terrifying the gravity is, it is still possible to resist it, but do you know how many times the weight of the twelve floors is many times that of the eleventh floor?"

"Two, three, five, or ten?"

Looking at the twelfth floor, the woodcutter asked and answered himself.

"No, it's not, the gravity on the top floor of the Tower of Babel is more than a hundred times that of the eleventh floor! No one can hold on to it for a second, and anyone who enters it will be wiped out!"

Li Futu's heart was shocked!

It's more than 100 times the eleventh floor?!

You know, isn't this the gravity of the eleventh layer compared to the outside world, which is already very terrifying, a hundred times that of the eleventh layer?

That's unimaginable!

If what the woodcutter said is true, then this twelfth floor of the Tower of Babel, I'm afraid that no one can really set foot on it!

"Are you still not convinced?"

In an extremely calm tone, the woodcutter spoke, "Then I...... I'll show you how. ”

Anyway.

He lifted his limping right leg and stepped up the final step.

At the moment when his legs crossed the boundary of the twelfth layer, as if he was devoured by a void monster, the creepy bone cracking sound sounded in vain, the blood mist burst out, and the severe pain caused the woodcutter's face to twitch irrepressibly, and he gritted his teeth and crashed into the twelfth floor without hesitation.

Immediately, in Li Futu's violently shaking eyes, a living person was instantly squeezed and deformed by the invisible pressure, turning into a cloud of blood mist in a series of bone explosions, and finally only a pile of powder fell.

A powerful life, devoured mercilessly in the blink of an eye.