"Shishtem? Iron Shrimp?"
Outside the small, crude bamboo-and-wood house, the Pandaren girl hid behind the door, mumbling the sounds she had just heard.
Naturally, she had no understanding of these two unfamiliar terms, but she understood the gist. This thing seemed to want to bind itself to her...
She certainly did not dare casually approach something of unknown origin that could speak. She considered handing it over to the patrol, but the strange new object kept piquing her curiosity. Handing it over just like that seemed a bit of a shame.
"Why not play with it for a few days first?" The girl wrestled with herself.
Just as she hesitated, the black box in the distance suddenly spoke again.
"Ten..."
"Nine..."
"Eight..."
This time, it was actually a countdown!
The continuous counting felt like notes heralding her doom, instantly putting tremendous pressure on her.
Even when something was not urgent to begin with, a countdown naturally created a sense of urgency, subconsciously giving the other person the illusion that they absolutely had to get it done before the countdown ended.
Modern people, subjected to a constant barrage of online information, had long since become immune to this tactic. But it remained quite effective on creatures from another world whose lives were monotonous.
The Pandaren girl was a case in point. She had been waiting behind the door to see what happened, but as she heard the numbers counting down, her ears immediately pricked up, and she instinctively grew restless.
Reason told her to wait a little longer and see, but emotion frantically urged her on. If she did not rush over now, she might lose an opportunity forever... even though she had no idea what she would be missing.
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
"Wait, I want it!"
As the final