A Little Flower

Wenren Sheng stared at the white flower bud. It gave off an utterly harmless feeling.

That told him that Stone Flower was quite capable; she had managed to select mysterious entities that were relatively less dangerous.

The Patrol Division's internal records contained many accounts of these mysterious entities. However, one crucial difference between the mysterious world and the material world was that it did not follow objective physical laws. Something harmless to one person was not necessarily harmless to another.

That was easy enough to understand. After all, even people were said to have compatibility with one another.

Thus, those records could only serve as references. One still had to conduct careful tests on oneself before using them. Carelessness was simply courting death.

The Faceless Man and the flower bud were not recorded in the internal files. They were likely things this woman had discovered herself.

Then he watched as Stone Flower once again poured a stream of pale blue mist into the flower bud.

Yet this time, the bud did not bloom.

"Strange. Usually, just a little is enough. This time, it's even an excessive offering, and it's still not satisfied?" Stone Flower asked in puzzlement.

"Let me try," Wenren Sheng said. "I understand your method now."

Stone Flower's face showed no expression—indeed, it was impossible for it to show any—but her eyes revealed her doubt.

Still, she nodded. "All right, you can give it a try. Little Bloom is relatively less dangerous."

A flower bud that might eat the person questioning it was relatively less dangerous? Wenren Sheng felt there had to be some detail involved, but he did not ask. He merely sent his purple mist into the flower bud.

When the mist seeped deep into the petals, the entire flower bloomed. Naturally, nothing happened to Wenren