"Well, I think Researcher Song Yarong's suggestion just now is actually quite valuable," Sun Hang said unhurriedly.
"What suggestion?" Mente was taken aback, evidently not catching the meaning of Sun Hang's words.
A mass of white mycelium suddenly appeared, forming into the shape of a fist, punching through the safety glass of the temporary containment chamber, setting off alarms throughout the chamber.
"Could you please turn off the alarm? It's a bit noisy," Sun Hang said to Song Yarong.
"...Okay." Although Song Yarong also didn't understand Sun Hang's intent, she turned off the alarm in the temporary containment room.
In the next moment, the alien long knife suspended in the containment room melted into liquid out of thin air and flowed through the hole blasted open by the mycelium. Under the shocked gaze of Mente, the liquid metal rapidly covered Sun Hang's skin and then seeped through his pores.
