"I have no objections," the Wandering Sorcerer said, "This thing is of no use to me, but do you really want to do this? Even if it reverts to its original form, it still poses considerable danger."
Old Wang nodded.
So, the Female Sorceress said no more, figuring that as long as she was here, she could intervene if anything happened.
Then, she saw Old Wang bend down and pick up the Red Little Devil from the ground.
Just as he reached out, the puddle of red paint on the ground suddenly began to move, and then numerous tiny tentacles stretched out, wrapping around Old Wang's palm.
Ma Lu's gaze sharpened, "Ah, has it come back to life?"
"No, it's just an instinctive reaction," the Wandering Sorcerer explained. "Even in its original state, it still retains the desire to feed. Once it senses a nearby life form, it will wrap around it. If you harbor any negative emotions at that moment, it will take advantage of you."