The Eighteen Levels of Hell: Lying is Forbidden Here

The Secret Room was terrifyingly quiet.

There was only the sound of beating hearts. A drop of cold sweat slid down Chen Ran's forehead, followed closely by cold sweat sliding down...

Diwu Zeyi's forehead as well.

'How did I forget the BOSS!'

Thinking of this, Diwu Zeyi immediately said, "Chen Ran, how about we join hands?"

"What if I say no?"

"Then I can only gamble, gambling that you don't have long-range attack weapons in your bag."

If Chen Ran wanted to screw Diwu Zeyi to death, he had to attack Diwu Zeyi's physical body when his soul transferred to Long Hui.

But, right now.