Glass Ball
Editor: Atlas Studios
He seemed to have woken up from a long sleep that had lasted billions of years. He yawned and smiled at Dream Traveler.
In Traveler Meng's eyes, the smile was even more hideous than the faces of the ghosts in the deepest part of hell.
"Stop him! Stop him! Stop him!"
The Dream Traveler's face was pale. His screams drilled into the ears of all the awakeners and scratched their brains brutally.
CRACK! CRACK!
The iron chair he was sitting on had automatic locks that could lock the wrists and ankles of the person sitting on it. However, he had been very cooperative just now, and there were no problems with the first three tests. The grey mist lady did not want to push him too hard, so she did not force him to lock himself.
But right now, it was too late for the spring lock to snap back.