Under the gaze of Shanshan and Charles, the human body in front of them began to crack, bright red blood instantly pumped out from the split skull, followed closely by blood vessels and brain matter.
After a brief few seconds, all that was left was a mass of writhing flesh.
With a gentle lift of Charles's right hand, tentacles extended from the walls, piercing into the mass of flesh.
Soon, the mass of flesh rapidly reverted to the man's shape, but this time it didn't collapse again, only his eyes took on a very dull look.
"Simple appearance or basic reactions are fairly easy, similar to an intelligent program."
"But if you want him to have his own soul and individual thinking, that's a very complex matter."
"Can't it be done?" Shanshan looked at the man with some regret and said.
Charles shook his head, "It's not that it can't be done. As long as I spend 51 hours absorbing this kind of knowledge, it should be no problem."
