Baozi followed the lunar crater downward, and the blood-red radiance grew increasingly dense. It even interfered with signal transmission. If not for the exceptionally powerful signal of the "Star Network," communications would probably have been cut off.
At last, Baozi saw "Sister Ji," whom he had not seen in a long time.
It was a gigantic mass of flesh-colored threads.
Countless threads intertwined and writhed. Some "threads" were as large as pythons, while others were invisible to the naked eye. At the ends of the threads, vague faces could faintly be seen. These "threads" either passed through the faces' eyeballs or through their mouths, with countless faces drifting back and forth along them. Baozi inexplicably thought of the dried fish hung up back home—except that the "dried fish" before him was the Cthulhu version.
"Looks like the 'Liberation Society' specializes in blood sacrifices."
Baozi still remembered the strange altars he had seen in the asteroid belt back then.
"So this quest clue led here."
"What are you muttering about?"
Strange whispers from thousands upon thousands of entities seemed to ring beside Baozi's ears.
Then, the threads came apart and intertwined into the shape of a woman, transforming into Sister Ji, the female driver he had not seen in a long time.
A terrifying biological pressure traveled over along the signal.
Baozi immediately used Scan.
"Tsk, Sister Ji, you're doing pretty well. You're already level 80. Awesome!"
Even within the "Legion" faction, those who could grind their way to level 80 were all mechanical specialists. There were practically no carbon-based players. Thus, Baozi felt that Sister Ji's faction switch had indeed been a pretty good move.
Who would have thought that Sister Ji would instead launch into a tirade.
"Don't mention it. I regret running away with my bucket every day