"What do you mean?"
Kujima frowned, "Dark God?"
Nori took a deep breath, calming himself, yet his eyes still carried a hint of anxiety: "Yes, the dark Evil God, the pattern on it resembles a seashell, but just by looking at its image, you can feel a chill, as if your soul is frozen in the Antarctic."
"This is too exaggerated, just open it and see." Xin Cheng was skeptical and told Nori to turn on the computer.
"No, you can't open it. If you look at that image for too long, it might consume your soul." Nori said excitedly, "Although I don't believe it, the events we've experienced that involve 'souls,' I can explain them as memory confusion caused by electromagnetic interference, but now... I dare not bet."
Seeing Nori so sure, the others became even more curious.
Sun Wukong walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Open it, you were just too tense just now."
