Song of Reversal lasted three minutes, but it did not need to be heard to the end. Turning it off after ten seconds was enough for it to take effect.
The Contained Object was an ordinary recorder. It had recorded only one song: Song of Reversal.
The voice was melodious and graceful, as if someone were humming with an exquisite dolphin voice.
The song could not be deleted, but it could be recorded, and anyone capable of singing in a dolphin voice could cover it.
However, that clearly would not have any effect. It would merely be a pleasant song.
Lying on the hotel bed, Mo Qiong listened through his earpiece for a while, then stuck two needles into the Waiguan Acupoint and lightly flicked them with the special technique he had just learned.
Very soon, his ears began to buzz, and then he could no longer hear Song of Reversal.
In an instant, Mo Qiong sensed a strange feeling he could not describe. This strangeness was far more real and bizarre than anything in Virtual Reality.
He immediately sat up and looked down. The first thing he saw was a pair of delicate little legs.
Mo Qiong's skin had originally been weathered by the elements, and his training on tropical Extreme Island had tanned him even further.
But the legs before him were smooth, fair, tender, and slender. It took him several seconds to realize that they were his own.
Mo Qiong habitually touched his Adam's apple, only to find nothing there.
His entire body jolted. The air around him churned, and his right hand slid from his neck straight down, coming to rest on his soft little belly.
"Ah!" Mo Qiong cried out in a childish voice. "It changed just like that?"
Before he could react, his body