"No, I mean, I should have a proper talk with it. After all, this is our first official meeting."
Wu Heng merely took a few steps back but remained inside the basement, as though worried the man's stray bullets might hit him, giving him room to shoot.
Then he simply watched the man fire repeatedly at the tentacles.
Gunshots rang out in rapid succession.
Randolph, standing at the basement entrance, wore an agonized expression, yet he gritted his teeth and kept firing. Every bullet in that gun was incomparably precious to him, normally reserved for protecting himself at critical moments.
When he encountered evil spirits or vengeful ghosts in ordinary times, he could hardly bear to use them.
Yet now, he emptied an entire cylinder in one go.
But when those bullets struck the tentacles, they only corroded pits the size of red dates before passing through and hitting the wall.
They did not cause significant damage to the tentacles, because this was only the beginning.
In the blink of an eye, the man had emptied the cylinder.
Not only did this fail to cripple it, it completely alerted the presence within the lead box.
The air in the basement immediately became violently restless.
Randolph staggered back in shock, his face turning extremely ugly. "Too late. It's awake. Fuck, if you don't run now, I'm getting the hell out of here first. I'm not looking after you!"
The moment he spoke, the lead box completely burst apart, and the basement became an ocean of tentacles.
Yes, an ocean.
A total of 219 viscous black tentacles erupted from within the lead box. At the end of each tentacle was a three-lobed maw packed with dense fangs.
They looked like three steel brushes bound together.
No one could doubt that if they