Lin Feng turned around, staring straight at the sinister illusion of mental contamination gathering in the shadows behind him.
The monster wearing his own appearance gradually restrained its eerie smile, its laughter fell silent for a moment, as if intimidated by Lin Feng, it slowly spoke:
"We can cooperate."
Only then did Lin Feng respond:
"Are you the aberrant conglomeration of flesh at the base of the Feicheng Shelter ruins?"
The mental monster paused, nodded:
"That is indeed me, had it not been back then..."
"Speak human language!" Lin Feng interrupted again, directly cutting off its pretense, while his gaze shifted to where the corner of his eye could see, ready to press yes on the system's purge prompt.
Faintly sensing a deathly aura, the mental contamination monster approached constantly, inciting a strong sense of crisis in his consciousness, he shut his mouth quickly.
