Seeing this group of Old Dengs with such solemn expressions.
Lu Yuan spread his hands and complained, "Sigh, the technology of the Quantum Civilization isn't quite enough. This thing, although it's just a severed limb, is still a [Ghost], and it has to be constantly watched—it's so troublesome."
"The [Blood Ghost] is sealed well and unlikely to break free anytime soon."
"But this [Deformed Ghost], if left unattended, could escape at any moment."
"For humanity to go extinct is one thing, but to ruin your millennium-long grand plan—now that's truly unforgivable, isn't it? Let me make this clear: we're definitely limited in ability, not intentionally causing harm!" Lu Yuan's expression became increasingly righteous.
To strengthen his case, Lu Yuan pulled up a video from his computer showing the [Deformed Ghost] banging on the glass.
"Take a look."
The screen, full of snow-like interference, had a loud "bang bang bang" knocking sound that was utterly unsettling.
