When Tao Yu produced the incendiary bottle, the mass of black mud immediately straightened up, not daring to move an inch.
Instead, it twisted desperately, trying to appear cute and ingratiate itself.
"Your original form was indeed pitiable, but unfortunately, you are not it..."
Tao Yu knew from Park Ji-hyun that this lump of flesh had fallen from Nam Sang-won's body and had taken possession of a researcher, then directly 'resurrected.'
But from its actions and behavior, it was no longer the original Nam Sang-won, but the monstrous part that Nam Sang-won had suppressed with his own will.
One that had lost control following the collapse of Nam Sang-won's will.
"We, are, the, same, kind..."
Without a body to support it, this mass of black mud, eroded by the Shadow Force, struggled to form a mouth and spoke with difficulty.
"Don't claim relations recklessly, the malice in you is all too clear."
