Knock, knock, knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Liu Di's expression shifted. Mo Yu had arrived.
Perfect.
Another lab rat!
Liu Di rose to his feet, strode out, and flung the door open.
But then he froze.
A beautiful woman stood outside, dressed in a black low-cut short-sleeved top, her long hair cascading down her back.
Song Yu.
Song Yu gave him an apologetic smile. "Mr. Liu, sorry to disturb you. There's something urgent I'd like to ask."
But when Song Yu saw Liu Di's face clearly, she froze as well.
Several layers of "headbands" sat atop Liu Di's head, resembling women's hair clips—and there was more than one.
Liu Di immediately tore off the brainwaves equipment on his head and smiled awkwardly. "Go ahead."
Song Yu looked worried. "After the performance that day, you went to find our troupe leader, didn't you? But something strange happened. Since that day, the leader and Volcano have both disappeared without a trace. We used many methods, but we still couldn't find them."
"Mr. Liu, you may not know this, but our leader possesses a special ability. He's very powerful. For him to vanish so mysteriously, I'm afraid he may have encountered a formidable enemy."
"So..."
"First, I wanted to ask Mr. Liu about it. Second, I wanted to ask you for help."
Liu Di was stunned.
Ming Wan had gone to Xiuxiang Mountain to reunite with Master Whitebrow, and he hadn't even notified the circus?!
The Man in White chuckled. "Miss Song, don't worry. The troupe leader is right—"
At that moment.
A flash of insight struck Liu Di's mind!
He really had been foolish!
Ming Wan possessed spiritual power, likely because of innate genetic evolution. If I took some of his DNA, wouldn't I be able to quickly acquire his ability?!