My Creation In a Nice
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
Zhang Zhiwen woke up after a long time. When he did, the first thing he saw was a clean ward. There was no one in the ward. The window was half-open, and a breeze blew in. There was a bouquet of flowers on the cabinet at the head of the bed, and their fragrance assailed his nose.
Then, Zhang Zhiwen heard a voice. "You're finally awake. We can talk now."
"Who is it?" Zhang Zhiwen shouted. He looked around but could not see anything. The back of his hand was cold and hurt, as it was being injected with saline water.
"You don't have to be so loud. You just have to think in your brain to talk to me," Wei Huo said. His voice spoke in Zhang Zhiwen's brain.
Zhang Zhiwen was terrified. "You can spy on my brain? Who are you?"
Wei Huo said, "You need to calm down."
After saying that, Wei Huo controlled Zhang Zhiwen's body to lower his temperature. This made Zhang Zhiwen calm down. He asked while trembling, "Who are you?"