"There is a possibility he ate it but hasn't been infected," Yang Qi said in a deep voice.
The probability of being infected by consuming the cursed creature is high, but it's not a hundred percent.
"One more thing... oh, it's mealtime, Mr. Liu, turn the camera thirty degrees to the left," the researcher tapped the shoulder of the colleague sitting in front of the control console.
Yang Qi glanced at her watch; it was nine-fifty in the morning, clearly not mealtime.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, he needs to eat every twenty minutes," the researcher evidently noticed Yang Qi's action of looking at her watch, "When I say mealtime, I mean his feeding time."
As the camera moved, the group finally noticed that in this lavishly decorated room, more than half of the space was occupied by a dozen iron racks, each hung with several slabs of processed pork, beef, and lamb.
