The struggle of the deep-sea worms gradually weakened. Sun Hang pulled out the worm bodies that had burrowed into his body one by one, and those horrifying blood holes healed rapidly without leaving a single scar after the worm bodies were extracted.
The entire carriage was covered with blood, some of it from Sun Hang, but most of it was from the dying deep-sea worms.
Or rather, from the hunters they had killed.
In those blurry memory fragments, Xin 95 was only a fist-sized mass, contained inside a cylindrical transparent container.
This container was normally immersed in a liquid nitrogen pool at minus one hundred ninety-six degrees Celsius... As for the other mysterious creatures contained in the liquid nitrogen pool, Sun Hang couldn't recall them at the moment.
He estimated that only when he saw the corresponding "real objects" would the related memories gradually resurface.
"Looks like it was right to come here," Sun Hang muttered to himself.
