Time flew, and before I knew it, a month had passed.
The news that Wei Tianyang had long anticipated finally came from the slum.
Many of the poor who had eaten the free food had mutated.
It had taken too long; was it because they hadn't eaten enough, or was there a genetic defect in humans? Either way, after such a long wait, there were finally results.
Unlike those poor people, Baphomet's current height had reached 2 meters. Standing up, its back was almost at Wei Tianyang's chest, and the horns on its head had become more complex. Two thick, curved horns now had three more spiraling, smaller horns growing in different directions. The tips had gradually transitioned from black to golden yellow, truly resembling a large sheep now.
At noon, Wei Tianyang changed into a suit and, along with Quigui Ge, escorted by four suited bodyguards, set out in a car to the vicinity of the slum.
