Huangfu Miaomiao's smile froze at the corners of her mouth.
"What are you standing around for?" Feng Ling straightened up. "Come on, let's try it."
Huangfu Miaomiao reluctantly dragged out her reply. "Oh..."
She didn't want to store an Idol. She only wanted to store the Chicken-Foot House.
—The difference between an Idol and the Chicken-Foot House was like the difference between a world-famous classic and a children's comic book. Even if the former was more valuable, the latter was far more appealing to Huangfu Miaomiao.
Huangfu Miaomiao followed Feng Ling out of the Chicken-Foot House, hanging her head as she walked into the Giant Tree.
The tree hollow was dim. A beam of light shone down from the top of the hollow trunk, turning the dusty Idol snow-white. If not for the Infected's miscellaneous belongings piled nearby, the Idol would have stood out even more.
Feng Ling walked over, rapped her knuckles twice against the tabletop, and said to Huangfu Miaomiao, "Come on, give it a try~"
Huangfu Miaomiao aimed the Golden Egg at the Idol and activated its storage function.
In her field of vision, any item that could be stored would develop a faint blue glow when it came close to the Golden Egg. It was like the interface in certain home-decorating games, where movable furniture lit up whenever the mouse hovered over it.
The tattered tarp piled beside the Idol lit up. A rough wooden staff lit up. A damp, empty potion bottle lit up...
One item after another brightened, then dimmed. No matter how Huangfu Miaomiao adjusted her position, only the Idol showed no change at all.
Huangfu Miaomiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Feng Ling. "It can't be stored."
"Strange. It shouldn't be like that..." Feng Ling tilted her