At almost the same time, another uninvited guest quietly arrived around the black tower, which other players considered as hidden content of the dungeon but was actually the residence of Wang Zhifan.
It was a paper car with a bizarre and somewhat eerie design. Reflecting the light spilled by the nearby black tower, its surface was filled with a colorful arrangement severely lacking in aesthetic taste, like a grave offering from a rural tycoon's cemetery.
The paper car first stopped ten meters from the black tower, then the car door opened, and a tall young man wearing a trench coat, sunglasses, and sporting a crew cut emerged with a look of suspicion and confusion on his face.
But he did not turn around to get back into the paper car he had just ridden, allowing this high-grade disposable prop to dissipate without a trace.
"Is this the safe place the Yin Realm spiritual vehicle found for me? Why would this bizarre desert be the safest? Did it misunderstand my words..."
