"Is this... Is it Cong Nanxue?" Shen Jingqi's voice trembled, his eyes filled with shock and confusion.
Xu An frowned, carefully observing the glass container, and said, "Not entirely sure, but it's very likely. It seems this laboratory has a deeper connection with Cong Nanxue."
At that moment, the liquid in the glass container suddenly began to churn, and the blurred figure inside started to wriggle, seemingly struggling to break free.
"Not good, it looks like something is coming out!" Xu An shouted loudly, pulling Shen Jingqi back a few steps.
Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" as the glass container exploded, and green liquid splattered everywhere. The figure slowly rose from the liquid, gradually becoming clear—it was indeed Cong Nanxue. But now, Cong Nanxue's eyes were vacant, her expression twisted, as if she'd lost her mind.
"Cong Nanxue, what's wrong? It's us!" Shen Jingqi shouted loudly, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
