Xiao Xiao's last one percent possibility was a rather discouraging answer.
Discouraging to the point where one suddenly feels that words like life, dreams, struggle, goals, and so on have lost their meaning, and reality is smeared into a dazzling black, with chaos becoming the keynote of the world.
Chaos.
Thinking of this word, Zheng Qing instinctively thought of its antonym, order.
A sense of determination inexplicably rose in his heart.
"Whether it's one percent or ninety-nine percent, it's just a calculated result."
The captain of the Absolution Hunting Team exhaled lightly, looked around, with a serious gaze: "Destiny above, in the magical world, anything is possible. We don't need to worry about what will happen to him later, we just need to find a way to get a little something out of his mouth now... even if it's just a tiny bit. Doctor, is there any way to interfere with the fog in his mind?"
Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.
