"Sigh!"
Ling Mo quickly freed his hands to pinch the bridge of his nose. The moment he was attacked, he had already dodged swiftly and did not suffer too much damage.
"No. 0..."
Although it was only a temporary intrusion into the other party's Spirit World and he saw some things through their perspective, the view was fuzzy, as if looking through a frosted glass, and it was not very clear.
From the black, instrument-like objects, and the twinkling lights scattered around, it was possible to deduce that the place might be a ward, a laboratory, or even something like a factory...
"That hand... did I see it wrong?"
Ling Mo's viewpoint at that time should have been No. 0's own.
From the angle and distance, it was very likely that the hand was No. 0's.
Because he looked twice and was close, Ling Mo had a rather clear view of it.
It was wrinkled, pale as if just pulled out from preservatives, and most importantly... it was very small!
