Catastrophe Containment Facility

Wen Wen looked at Xiaochan with interest: "Just a quick question, why do you call yourself Xiaochan? Whenever I see you, I always think of ketchup gaining sentience."

Xiaochan turned his head away, ignoring Wen Wen’s provocation.

Wen Wen chuckled lightly: "Your nickname is the Beast of Revelry. It’s said you were infected by the loss of the mother body, turning into this ghostly form. But I know very well what an infected looks like, and it has nothing to do with you..."

"So... what turned you into this appearance should be something similar to what’s inside this box, and because of that, you have a craving for the contents of this box."

"As for why you like to treat the Shrew Clansmen as snacks... I fear their birth might also be related to similar blood."

Xiaochan did not answer, sitting on the ground with a smile, looking at the five long spears, tacitly acknowledging what Wen Wen said.

To verify his statement, Wen Wen called over a small Shrew Clansman, placed his hand on his head, and sensed the flow of blood in his body, barely detecting a trace of heavenly divine presence.

This trace of blood was so minute it was almost negligible, perhaps only a few insignificant blood cells in the body of this Mouse person.

Yet it’s this tiny hint of power that transformed the tribe from low food chain creatures into a monster race with Supernatural Power.

And the amount of blood in Xiaochan’s body might be only a drop or two, turning him from a superpower user into such a bizarre creature.

In the box stored in the Shrew Villa chapel, although it looked like a mass, only a few drops held real power. If Xiaochan consumed them, he could likely reach the True Order Tier directly.

"The blood of the Star Realm God and the Spiritual Realm God merely contains immense power, but the heavenly gods’ blood is extraordinary to this extent..."