The journalist picked up the cup of Blood Wine that Han Fei had left and downed it in one go, as if only alcohol could numb his pain and temporarily make him forget about the bug in his brain.
"Have you looked into the Welfare Home set up by Eternal Life Pharmaceutical?"
Han Fei's expression changed, and he pointed at his own face, "Have you ever seen a child with a Healing-type Personality?"
"I've forgotten everything related to those children. If you really want to know, you can go find those who stuffed the bug into my brain," the journalist said casually as he tossed aside Han Fei's wine cup, "Alright, let me see the passage you were talking about."
"No problem."
Han Fei took two steps back, his fingers moving over the Attribute Panel.
"Soul-summoning!"
The splashing blood water instantly tore through the Attribute Panel, the thick scent of blood like a long-brewing storm, swallowing up the tiny room in the blink of an eye.
