Jerry Wille awoke to find himself lying on a long bench, the room was still that luxurious parlor, everything seemed like a dream.
But as he sat up and saw five other people staring at him expressionlessly, he immediately remembered everything that had happened before he fell unconscious—this was no dream, something had been mixed into his tea, he had been set up by these people!
"What on earth have you done to me!?" Jerry felt a surge of indescribable panic gripping his heart, "Could it be that you too are followers of the Evil God?"
No one responded to him.
"Damn it, speak up!" He couldn't help screaming, his hands touching his head, "Shandela, you've become just like them, haven't you? Answer me!"
"It seems you're not completely ignorant after all." Ge Wei's lips curled up slightly, "What are you afraid of? Afraid of becoming a seed, or that sort of monster that has only the lower half of its body left?"
