Shao Zifeng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the corpse nailed to the wall quickly softened as it lost the support of the "virus." The shrunken and tight cuticle slowly stretched out, resembling a skeleton covered in skin swaying on the wall, devoid of any sense of weight.
Only...
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that the virus seemed like some NT, chanting 'despicable blasphemer' like a broken record whenever it saw him. What was supposed to be a serious and tense situation was turned into something laughable by this low-intelligence entity.
He reached out to touch Lingling's little head, "Thank you, Lingling."
Lingling shook her head, the long knife in her hand dissolving as she hugged Shao Zifeng's large hand, rubbing her small hands over it.
