Chu Bamboo narrowed his eyes, recalling the diagnosis Nuwa No. 17 had given for Li Kang—
Contamination Level: High Risk.
Li Kang shook his head. His complex gaze swept over everyone present, but finally, a smile touched his face. "You're all still young!"
"So, explain!" Chu Bamboo urged.
But this time, Li Kang couldn't even be bothered to open his mouth, as if he'd made up his mind for good.
After a moment's thought, Chu Bamboo said wistfully, "Looks like the next time I see Minmin, I'll have to..."
"3-181! The Infant Ghost." Li Kang cut in decisively, his righteous expression making it seem as if his previous silence was just a load of hot air!
"I'm not sure of its exact origins... but its function is this: after you open it, you say to it, 'I'm your mommy! Mommy's been hurt.'"
"The next moment, it will go berserk and attack anyone who might harm its mother! But..."
Chu Bamboo was listening with great interest. "But what? Go on!"
