C367 Beautiful killer

After Zhang Chao finished showering, he laid on the bed and yawned.

Walking in the desert at night, then tired, hungry and cold, it was only now that he could feel how satisfying his current life was.

But now was not the time to rest.

After all, no one had found the whereabouts of the Phantom Face, and even more people would believe that the Phantom Face had already died somewhere unknown