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.,He cast a slight glance at Zhang Fatty, who was raving mad.,Jiang Qiyun's eyes revealed a hint of understanding, and the corner of his lips also curled into a slight smile: "Well, make your own decision."。