The Ghost Race! Where the Hell Have You Brought Me? (Thanks to Fengqiao Yi for the Superfan Certification)

As Qi Jiu fled, he cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, "Boss!"

Yet the voice that answered him was utterly cold:

"The person you are calling is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

"Or press # after the tone to leave a message."

"Fuck!" Qi Jiu was dumbfounded. "Boss isn't answering?!"

Chen Mo wasn't surprised at all. He said calmly, "It's probably around five in the morning in Great Xia."

"At this hour, Boss must be asleep."

Qi Jiu wanted to cry. "Can't he leave his ringer on when he sleeps?!"

He pressed the # key on his phone and left a tearful message:

"Boss! If you don't wake up soon, you're going to lose your most loyal, handsome, and dependable employee!"

After leaving the message, the two could only keep fleeing through the labyrinth.

Fortunately, the ruins' terrain was exceptionally complex. With Qi Jiu finding their way and Chen Mo's undead legion holding the enemy back, their lives weren't in immediate danger.

Just then, Chen Mo suddenly recalled the Godfall Cult leader's words:

The Nether God's divine core-the pinnacle of Undead Type supernatural power!

"Divine core..."

Qi Jiu tilted his head. "What? You want to become a god? Then you can wear this Godhead Mask."

Neither of them had heard the term "divine core" before, but after seeing the Godfall Cult leader's scheme and the Godhead Mask's abilities...

It was easy to guess that a divine core had something to do with the power of gods.

Chen Mo asked curiously, "Don't you want a god's power?"

"Me?" Qi Jiu pointed at himself, his face full of doubt. "Am I even worthy?"

If a tomb robber really became a god, how would the other gods feel...

Actually, now that he thought about it, Qi Jiu was rather tempted to try.