Ling Feiran pressed her lips together, slowly walked over, and stared at the Card before her.
"What... should I do now?" she asked.
"Hold out your hand and grasp it," Feng Ling said.
Ling Feiran did as instructed.
The silver Card was like a cool stream. The moment she touched it, it flowed into every vein and nerve in her body, merging with every cell.
At first, Ling Feiran felt nothing unusual, until several lines of text appeared in her mind—
You have obtained the Card "West Wind Demon." You are a carrier of plague, born from chaos, bringing poisonous breath and storms to the earth. A single breath of yours is a deadly hot wind.
Although the meaning of the words was somewhat vague, she somehow understood the Card's true nature in an instant.
So this was a Card...
So this was how Xenomorphs killed people...
"How is it? What kind of Card is it?" Feng Ling asked.
Ling Feiran replied, "West Wind Demon. What do you think of this Card? Is it powerful?"
Ling Feiran had no experience whatsoever.
"Hmm... It should be a high-tier Card. As for how strong it is, that depends on how the Card Deck is developed later on," Feng Ling said thoughtfully.
Ling Feiran seemed lost in thought. She turned to look at the little girl on the floor and said, "I want to try its skill."
Feng Ling blinked. "How?"
Ling Feiran walked over to the little girl, slowly crouched down, and held her palm above the girl's face. She said softly, "West Wind Demon can store and spread plague. The Card itself can't create viruses, so I'm guessing that Xenomorph that died earlier had been lying low here to accumulate toxins and strengthen itself..."
She took a deep breath.