Plop!
As Han Dong caught the old man's skull, a foul-smelling slime splattered from within its crevices.
Han Dong was in no rush for mental invasion; the consciousness of this Bone Engraver was nearly overwhelmed by the stench, of course... The skull as a whole was still enshrouded in a direct fear from being devoured alive, so there was no worry at all.
"Yuck! Nicholas, can't you clean it up a bit before handing it over?"
When Han Dong made this request...
Nicholas extended a dark green tongue, licking around the entire surface of the skull before slithering into the nasal cavity, sucking everything inside clean.
Though it appeared spotless, the odor grew even stronger.
After all, it was an important clue tool, so Han Dong still stored it in the archives room for a slow mental invasion.
Of course,
While marveling at Nicholas's brilliant battle, Han Dong pondered a question.
