Old Qiao crouched down, his tactical gloves brushing over a thick layer of bone-powder-laden grayish-white dust on the ground.
Amidst the dust, a few drops of solidified yet still faintly gleaming viscous liquid with melted gold were exceptionally striking.
He cautiously scraped a bit with a sampler, and the tactical tablet immediately emitted a rapid buzzing with streaming analysis data.
"Sample analysis... Contains extremely high energy reaction! Blood of an unknown creature! With strong sulfur and ancient pressure residue? No matching records in the database! What the hell is this monster's blood?!"
"Is it that snake?"
Qi Hao's voice carried a hint of panic, as if the terrifying outline of the red-headed, white-bodied creature described by the camp survivors flashed before his eyes again.
"Qingzi, he... he really tangled with that thing?! And made it bleed?!"
This discovery instantly froze the team's atmosphere.
