The woman had black, sticky fluid dripping from her mouth, was breathing heavily, and occasionally let out a soft moan.
Xia Chuhe rubbed some black slime onto a straw, dried it, and it looked exactly like the black glue that fell off after the shadowy figure died.
Gradually, the intervals between the woman's moans grew longer and longer.
While altering the sheepskin, Dong Huimiao couldn't help but chime in, "Poor thing, she's going to die."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman fell silent.
Xia Chuhe reached out and touched the woman's neck; there was no pulse.
"Sigh, let's go check out the next insect chamber."
Xia Chuhe straightened up, but the woman in the cage gradually became transparent.
"etc!"
The two stopped what they were doing and stared at the woman in the cage, witnessing her transformation from a corpse into a transparent person, and then into a shadow.
The dark figure, like a normal living organism, circled the enclosure once before preparing to leave.
Xia Chuhe suddenly made a move, setting fire to the black shadow that the woman had transformed into. The shadow froze, burned into black glue, and fell to the ground.
There is only dry glue, no sticky substance.
No wonder the amount of slime dropped each time the shadow was killed was inconsistent.
That's because the shadowy figures are just shadowy figures; their slime is all stolen. The more slime they steal, the more they drop when they die; the less they steal, the less they drop when they die.
"What a pity," Xia Chuhe thought, lowering his eyes. "I should feed her a pill first and see if I can get more information out of her."
"Brutal, heartless." Dong Huimiao commented disdainfully on Xia Chuhe's behavior, then asked, "Are you still watching?"
“Look, go to the very back and see the one that has lived the longest,” Xia Chuhe said ruthlessly.
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