章 1297: The Path Of Apocalypse (20)

The people that came up with Ming Shu stood in a circular room.

They looked around them.

The pagoda seemed to be empty…

They could see its tip when they looked up.

The walls around them were shining with a faint golden light.

There were no drawings or additional structures.

There was nothing else in the room. The lady stood against one of the walls.

There were ten number plates on the wall.

Ming Shu looked back at them and pointed at the number plates. "Choose."

Choose?

Choose what?

"There are ten floors. Choose one. There is no need to be polite."

No need… to be polite?! Do you think that we are buying groceries?

Everyone looked at one another. No one knew what the Apocalypse Pagoda was like inside.

However, all pagodas would have different floors. Yet, they didn't know how many floors the Apocalypse Pagoda had.

She knew that it had ten floors?