"Dark box?"
It was the first time Yu Hui heard someone mention this thing. He listened patiently to Gao Ming's explanation, a maturity beyond his years showing on his young face: "Is this something from your world?"
Such a simple sentence, seemingly unintentional, revealed a significant piece of information to Gao Ming—Yu Hui seemed to have noticed that he was an outsider and sensed his soul's discord with this city.
Shaking his head, Gao Ming changed the subject: "I have another question, why did you inject the excess drug into my body? Isn't that stuff very precious?"
Gao Ming was bare-chested, blood vessels and roots piercing through his chest, disrupting the Blood City Tattoo. He felt a rare sense of relief, bearing Blood City was not a pleasant thing.
