But when Ren Zhong finally met Shi Lin, he couldn't bring himself to scold him.
In the past, although Shi Lin could use the ability of Mistletoe to morph into completely non-human forms, he usually preferred to maintain a human appearance, albeit taller and more imposing than ordinary people. This made him feel comfortable and reminded him that he was still human.
But now Shi Lin was carried over in a large box, reduced to a lump of rotten flesh, completely unrecognizable as human. Occasionally, he would twitch, appearing to struggle.
"Shi Lin, you..." For a moment, Ren Zhong didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ren, for the trouble I've caused you."
The lump of rotten flesh in the box trembled, emitting a muffled voice, like the resonance of a drum being struck. It sounded nothing like Shi Lin's usual tone, yet the manner of speaking was his, though who knew what organ he was using.
