The Phantom Corpse asked again: "Who are you? Why do you have so many people's memories? You seem to have lived for several lifetimes. Are you a monster?"

"Almost! None of us can survive until now. Goodbye..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and waved his hand. Huan Zhi hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to persuade him to stop, but he suddenly put on his lead helmet. Bian Xianglan's image suddenly disappeared in front of him, and the second round of bombing also followed.

It exploded violently in the tire factory.

"Ouch~"

A deafening roar actually drowned out the sound of the gunfire, and the ground of the tire factory suddenly bulged upwards. Not only did it all crack at once, but a huge thing also popped up, lifting the entire factory area up, making Zhao Guanren fall down.

He took a breath of cold air.

"I'll go! This is too big, how can I stuff it in..."

Zhao Guanren raised his head in disbelief. The Phantom Corpse looked like an oversized brown starfish, but it had more tentacles than an octopus. It was so flat that it was hard to see where the head and mouth were, and its tentacles were densely packed.

All went deep underground.

"Zhao Guanren! I want your life..."

A rough roar rang out, and the mountains under Zhao Guanren's feet also collapsed and the ground cracked. Countless thick and thin tentacles shot up from the ground, like the dryads of "Grandma Dryad", covering Zhao Guanren.
Chapter completed!