"Have you ever heard of the 'Drama King' of the playing dead realm, the opossum?"
Xie Jiangzhi smiled faintly, pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, and said, "When the opossum encounters danger, it will immediately lie down on the ground, open its mouth, stick out its tongue, close its eyes tightly, and feign death to confuse its enemies."
"The most amazing part is that its heartbeat and breathing will both temporarily stop while it plays dead, as if it truly died, thus escaping disaster."
"Your BOSS gives me the impression of being an opossum."
Immersed in searching for various medicinal herbs that could be used in medicine, Xie Jiangzhi had spent a lot of time in nature and seen many plants and animals that feign death.
Therefore, when Xiang Ling'an announced that Fu Weizhi had stopped breathing and died, Xie Jiangzhi was able to quickly realize that something was amiss.
