"Laugh at your grandpa!"
Zheng spat out the roll of tissue and got up immediately.
"Damn it, this is torture! What kind of crappy high-tech is this? It's terrifying as hell!"
"Just now, for a moment, I couldn't hear or see anything, couldn't do anything. It felt just like that 'ghost press' sensation!"
Wu Jie put away his phone, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to Zheng.
"Take a sip, calm your nerves!"
Zheng shot Wu Jie a glare and hesitantly took the wine glass.
"Hey, wait a second, you didn't mess with this wine glass, did you?"
Wu Jie sneered coldly.
"You think my Microbial Nanobots come for free? Something I'd just let you mess around with?"
"Makes sense!"
Zheng chuckled, picked up the wine glass, and downed it in one go.
He pulled over a chair, sat down, and gasped for air, trying to catch his breath.
The thought of that eerie 'locked-in' feeling, like being pressed down in a pitch-black room, made chills run down his back and feet.
