The slime was about half the size of a washing machine, its whole body a dull bluish-green. Deep within it, a faint blue fluorescence glimmered weakly, almost on the verge of going out.
Lin Li could not make out the substance emitting that weak glow. It seemed to be wrapped in something, with only a few gaps exposed.
There were no discernible facial features on the slime, nor could he distinguish limbs or a torso. It resembled none of the animal structures Lin Li knew.
It sprawled across the ground like a giant pudding that had just been taken out of a refrigerator.
If there really were a pudding that big, even Baowei would probably need two meals to finish it.
At that moment, the slime that had been continuously illuminated by Lin Li's flashlight finally seemed to have the "time" to react to him. A small part of its body bulged slightly in Lin Li's direction, seemingly attempting to "look" at him.
Lin Li slightly shifted his flashlight, avoiding the possibility of "shining directly into the other party's eyes," but he did not speak.
His face behind the protective suit remained expressionless, though the sound of his breathing was a little louder than usual.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Lin Li lowered his head and stared fixedly at the slime for a while. Finally, he broke the silence. "Hello."
Lin Li's voice sounded calm and flat at that moment, but if the slime had Mind Reading, it would have heard:
Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer—
You can't talk, you can't talk, you can't talk—
*You're the slave of this All Women World, aren't you? That has to be it, right? You're their worker. That must be the truth. Wow, these women are awful. They actually enslaved