The struggle of the deep-sea worms gradually weakened. Sun Hang pulled out the worm bodies that had burrowed into his body one by one, and those horrifying blood holes healed rapidly without leaving a single scar after the worm bodies were extracted.
The entire carriage was covered with blood, so of it from Sun Hang, but most of it was from the dying deep-sea worms.
Or rather, from the hunters they had killed.
In those blurry mory fragnts, Xin 95 was only a fist-sized mass, contained inside a cylindrical transparent container.
This container was normally imrsed in a liquid nitrogen pool at minus one hundred ninety-six degrees Celsius... As for the other mysterious creatures contained in the liquid nitrogen pool, Sun Hang couldn't recall them at the mont.
He estimated that only when he saw the corresponding "real objects" would the related mories gradually resurface.
"Looks like it was right to co here," Sun Hang muttered to himself.
He rubbed his nose; the carriage was filled with a nauseatingly strong sll of blood. Xin 95 had just had its fill not long ago, which was why its body had swollen to such an extent.
Sun Hang felt as if he had swatted countless blood-filled mosquitoes, but what covered the carriage wasn't mosquito blood; it was human blood.
The of the deep-sea worm had been completely assimilated by Xin 95, but from another perspective, Xin 95 was also bound by the deep-sea worm's body—a parasite for too long, Xin 95 had completely adapted to this body and, when eaten by Sun Hang, didn't even choose to abandon the worm body imdiately and escape in spirit form.
It was this mont of hesitation that cost it the chance to escape completely.
After absorbing the of Xin 95, Sun Hang had an indescribable feeling... it was as if he was reclaiming a part of his original power, a familiar feeling that didn't seem to co from an alien mysterious creature's but rather as if his own had been extracted and then reinjected into his body.
He didn't gain any new powers, but the "blue bar" had increased significantly.
"Strange... so strange..." This very familiar yet indescribable feeling made Sun Hang sowhat irritated. He wiped the blood stains from his face and landed the carriage on the second underground floor again.
Facing him was Shino holding the pitch-black barrel of a gun and the fisherman with a brightly shining short knife.
"Eh?" The fisherman was stunned, "That mysterious creature... dead?"
"Dead." Sun Hang reached out, took down a shriveled worm corpse hanging from his shoulder, and tossed it to the ground.
"How... how did you do it?" The fisherman widened his eyes and stamred, "I saw it with my own eyes pounced on you... I... I thought you were done for!"
"Simple, just gut these worms wide open." Sun Hang said nonchalantly.
"Gut... wide open? But didn't you say this was a spiritual body type mysterious creature?"
"Do you believe humans have souls?" Sun Hang asked in turn.
"Uh? Why are you asking this?"
"Just never mind, just answer ."
"I didn't believe it before... but after becoming a mysterious creature hunter and knowing there are spiritual body type mysterious creatures, I started to believe a little." The fisherman replied.
"Then, since you have a soul, if I open your belly, do you think you'll die?" Sun Hang rolled his eyes at him and asked back.
"Uh... it seems to make sense." The fisherman, completely muddled, mumbled.
"No, wait." Shino suddenly snapped back, "For Xin 95, the deep-sea worm is just a shell. When the shell is under lethal attack, it can completely abandon the shell and escape in spirit form!"
"It occupied the deep-sea worm's body for too long, so long that it mistook itself as a group of deep-sea worms." Sun Hang said.
"Is that even possible?" Shino was stunned, then quickly took out a notebook and jotted it down.
"Just my guess... anyway, Xin 95's spirit didn't escape." Sun Hang said, "I could sense that when I killed these deep-sea worms, its aura vanished along with it."
That's what he said on the surface, but the feeling Xin 95 gave him was distinctly different from the Xin 95 that appeared in his mory fragnts.
The difference wasn't in size, but in an indescribable feeling... as if Xin 95 had been tainted by sothing, and it was precisely this "taint" that gave Sun Hang that familiar feeling.
To solve this puzzle, the only way is to hunt another mysterious creature to see if all the mysterious creatures on Naless Island are subjected to this "taint."
Sun Hang walked straight ahead, with the fisherman and Shino imdiately following.
"Where to now?" the fisherman asked, "Continue to follow the red fingerprint lights?"
"Yeah, but I need to find a place to wash up first. The sll is too strong, it's affecting my mood." Sun Hang said.
Apart from blood stains, his whole body was also covered with the corrosive liquid secreted by the surface of the deep-sea worms. This liquid had a non-negligible corrosive nature. If it weren't for the pace of his body's recovery being faster than the corrosive pace of these liquids, Sun Hang would have already beco a bloody ss by now.
He rembered clearly that after getting off this elevator, less than a hundred ters away, there was a communal dormitory arranged for lower-ranked research personnel, where there was a place to shower.
Since there's no power outage in the ruins, naturally there should be no water outage either.
...
Twenty minutes later, Dorm 4, communal bathroom.
After washing himself clean, Sun Hang changed into a uniform left behind by the researchers back in the day—got to say, the treatnt the two great federations gave these researchers back then was quite generous. The uniform, lying in the cabinet for over a hundred years, apart from the white fabric slightly yellowing, hadn't oxidized at all, much better quality than Mr. Wang's full wardrobe of marketplace goods.
Wearing a white lab coat, Sun Hang suddenly had an illusion... as if he had traveled back over a hundred years and beco a researcher working at the Naless Island Research Institute...
Wait a minute, sothing seems off.
Sun Hang recalled those mories he had resurfaced earlier, and when he shifted his attention from the surrounding people and events to himself, he realized the issue.
In those mory fragnts, he could catch a glimpse of a scene from the research institute a hundred years ago, but in that scene, he wasn't present.
It's a bit like a god's perspective in a ga but not completely so...
Sun Hang felt like a ghost, in the literal sense of a ghost.
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