My Condolences, Director Li!

"Old Gu! Old Gu, you can't die, Old Gu! We only just met, and there are so many things I haven't reported to you yet, Old Gu! My report was over thirty pages long, and it took me two days to finish! Wake up! You can't die!"

Li Fan desperately shook Gu Ze's body and raised a hand to slap his head, but no matter what he did, Gu Ze showed no response at all.

The aura of life was rapidly dissipating from his body. His spiritual body had already shattered completely, turning into thin wisps of spiritual power that drifted out of his body, impossible to gather.

At the final moment, Gu Ze had chosen to self-destruct his spiritual body, severely injuring the Giant Spirit God and blocking its slaughter of the investigators.

But his own spiritual body had vanished into nothingness as well.

Li Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he directly summoned the Collector's divine power, enveloping Gu Ze's body. In the end, he barely managed to preserve a small portion of Gu Ze's spiritual body.

If they returned to the Fear Museum or the Prison of Suppression, Gu Ze could still retain his consciousness and survive in the form of a spiritual body.

But that was all.

He would forever be left with only a thin, insubstantial spiritual body. This body was completely ruined.

If you were going to fucking die, then die. Why the hell did you have to spout nonsense before you died!?

Just wait until I revive you inside the Prison of Suppression. I'll make you pay!

Fuck, I was careless! You were about to die, so why was your mouth still moving so fast? I didn't even have time to cover it. I should've torn your mouth apart!

Li Fan's eyes were red