"Mental illness?"
"What do you mean?"
Tuantuan stood there, stunned, while Blood Slaughter couldn't help but touch his chin and lower his head to think. The term "mental illness," they'd never heard of it.
Humans are just humans. Besides the differences between men and women, are there any other distinctions between humans?
Xiong Jie didn't dare speak—he simply stared with puzzled eyes at this strange pair.
Blood Slaughter looked the same as always, but the little girl he'd brought was distinctly human.
A human child together with Blood Slaughter?
How is that possible!
Xiong Jie, like most people entering the dungeon, had roughly reviewed the human profiles within its boundaries.
Every area's humans, before stepping into a dungeon, upload their appearance, name, and profession as publicly accessible info.
After all, in a dungeon where danger lurks everywhere, cautious humans wouldn't let strangers approach them.
