Mu Yanken cautiously stepped forward, holding that bell in his hand. Whenever the drop of blood made any movement, Mu Yanken would immediately shake the bell.
The sound of the bell seemed to have a magical power. The blood would tremble in the crisp ringing, unable to perform any dangerous attack.
The other three astronauts began using instruments to test this drop of blood.
Temperature, blood components, cell count, and so on.
But the more they tested, the more they found themselves unable to close their mouths.
Because the data of this blood had already exceeded their understanding. Even though they were Genetic Warriors with a strong grasp of anomalies, as they themselves were not entirely human.
But this drop of blood before them felt like more than just a drop, it felt like a dormant colossal demon, terrifying and abnormal.
"Have all the data been recorded?"
Mu Yanken, with a serious expression, placed the drop of blood into the glazed bottle they had started with.
