The Deep Sea Worm's struggles gradually weakened. Sun Hang pulled the worm bodies that had burrowed into him out one by one, and the ghastly bloody holes rapidly healed as soon as the worms were extracted, leaving not even scars behind.
The entire elevator car was covered in blood. Some of it came from Sun Hang, but most of it came from the Deep Sea Worms struggling on the verge of death.
Or rather, from the hunters they had killed.
In those blurry fragments of memory, Xin Jiushiwu was a lump no larger than a fist, contained inside a transparent cylindrical vessel.
That container was normally immersed in a pool of liquid nitrogen at minus 196 degrees Celsius... As for the other anomalies contained in the liquid nitrogen pool, Sun Hang could not recall them for the moment.
He guessed that only after seeing the corresponding "real thing" would the related memories gradually return.
"Looks like I came to the right place," Sun Hang muttered to himself.
He rubbed his nose. The elevator car was filled with an overwhelming stench of blood that made him nauseous. Xin Jiushiwu had only recently feasted, which was why it had swollen to such a size.
Sun Hang felt as if he had swatted countless blood-engorged mosquitoes. Yet what had splattered across the entire elevator car was not mosquito blood at all, but human blood.
The Deep Sea Worms' memetic imprint had been completely assimilated by Xin Jiushiwu. But from another perspective, Xin Jiushiwu had also been constrained by the Deep Sea Worms' shells—it had parasitized them for so long that it had become completely accustomed to those shells. When Sun Hang devoured it, it had not immediately chosen to abandon the Deep Sea Worms' bodies and escape in spirit form.
That brief moment