"The real Spirit Object might not be in the mining area at all, but has been hiding here the whole time."
Little Bao, who had just regained a bit of sanity, started telling Master Fuli the intel he'd gathered.
There were some things he didn't dare say out loud, worried the walls had ears, so he just used the direction of his pointing fingers to indicate things to Master Fuli one by one.
"Master Fuli, you have to help me, drag that thing out and blow it to bits!"
The mental strength Little Bao had been barely holding up also snapped the moment he voiced his wish. The taut string in his heart loosened, and he slumped over, fainting on Huang Ming's arm. At the corner of his eye, a single clear tear silently slid down.
Little Bao was infected by the fungus, and although he didn't suffer any irreversible trauma—
During the process of wills linking together, he could clearly see the other infected people.
