Tang Chuxia glanced at her watch; it was already past one in the morning. She wondered if her family had discovered her disappearance and guessed it could have been a chaotic night.
She noticed that the blood flowed significantly from their wrists, but nothing had come out of the experiment. It was frustrating.
She told the old man he could speak.
"Tell me, what exactly was in that syringe?"
The old man stayed silent, but his body seemed to boil like hot water, his skin continuously undulating.
"Oh my god, are those bugs?"
Tang Chuxia wore an exaggerated expression, looking quite fake.
Tang Wanqiu turned away, but the draining blood left her feeling cold.
"Tang Chuxia, let me go!"
Tang Chuxia responded with an "Oh": "Why?"
Her eyes were filled with curiosity, lacking even a hint of sympathy.
