Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen: Tang San's Hammer, Waste Material_3

"What kind of creature will you merge with?" Jiang Ming glanced at him, "Skeleton? Rotting corpse? Old witch? Zombie? Half-orc?"

"You're really disgusting!" Jun Qiuye changed color, "Although I have a Ghost Body, I am still a dignified ghost; besides, I am a human, and human blood flows within me."

"A rotting corpse isn't bad, Brother Jun, you could really consider it." Ye Bai laughed.

"If you dare to disgust me again, believe it or not, when we fight, I'll give you a lifetime of shadows." Jun Qiuye snorted, "Other people can't do it, but I can!"

"I'm scared, I'm scared!" Ye Bai hurriedly clasped his hands.

They laughed and analyzed the situation of every candidate, their means, and some unique abilities, etc.

It widened Jiang Ming's horizons, and felt incredible.

For example, one of them actually had eight eyes. Can you believe it?

Another one had four arms, which was extremely terrifying in close combat.

There were too many similar examples.