Why did you provoke me?

The man in the black robe clenched his fists tightly on the back of the chair. His body trembled slightly. Yu Meng glanced at him. "You know, don't you?"

The man in black robes did not speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Yu Meng looked at the other two people sitting in wheelchairs and asked, "Are the aliens that you are being parasitized also Xiao Hua?"

The two of them nodded affirmatively.

Yu Meng tapped her fingers on the table, and she couldn't help but think of the thread her older sister had snatched. The thread itself wasn't anything wrong with it, except that it was thicker and more resilient than a woman's.

Yu Meng suddenly became interested. Could the specific lines left by these alien shapes in the man's mind also have some special function?

Yu Meng looked at the C303 in front of her and said, "I want to pull out the lines in your mind, but I'm not sure what you'll do."

I don't know if you've ever seen a complete little flower alien. It's when a small flower grows from the base of the lines; the lines and the flower are one. In your case, the artist removed the flower, but the lines remained in your minds. I think you understand what I'm saying.

Even the man in black robes nodded in agreement. When they were told that the alien had not been completely removed, they didn't know why. But after Yu Meng said this, they suddenly understood.

"I've seen these lines in your minds before," Yu Meng dropped another bombshell. "These lines are 3 to 4 times stronger than ours. If we can figure them out, they could be one of your secret weapons."

"Teacher Yu, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I've already lived like this for 5 years, so it's been worth it."

The moment C303 agreed, a line appeared in Yu Meng's hand. It twisted and turned in Yu Meng's hand, sometimes becoming thin and long, and sometimes becoming thick and strong.

Yu Meng used her own lines to hold its ends in place. Because Dali has these lines, dealing with it was a piece of cake for Yu Meng.

The four people opposite stared in disbelief at the lines in Yu Meng's hand. They were so vibrant. And you could tell they seemed quite defiant.

Yu Meng didn't hold back either, taking her domineering line out of her mind and whipping it hard.

Then a comical scene unfolded. Lines like octopus tentacles chased and lashed at another line relentlessly. After about five minutes, the line ripped from C303's mind finally went limp and stopped moving. Yu Meng's domineering line, like a victorious general, raised one end high and swayed it left and right in front of Yu Meng. Then it disappeared from everyone's sight.

Yu Meng pointed to the unmoving lines on the table and said to C303, "You can try telling it that you're being good now and you can go home."

C303 was a little doubtful about life. But following Yu Meng's advice, she whispered, "You're a good girl, you can go home now."

A strange thing happened: the lines on the table that had been pretending to be dead suddenly disappeared.

C303 glanced back at the man in black robes behind him. "What do you have to say, sir?"

The man in black made a strange gesture, and then a line appeared out of thin air on the table. "This is mine. I risked my life for it."

Yu Meng looked at the black line on the table with amusement. This line was several times larger than the previous one, and it was quite human-like. You could even tell from its movements that it seemed to be surveying its territory. And the reason it was there was out of respect for its host.

Seeing this scene inside the house, Niannian finally couldn't stay any longer. She ran to Yu Meng's side in a few steps.

"Fourth Sister, it's looking down on us. Has it become a spirit?"

Yu Meng didn't answer Niannian; instead, she looked at the man in black. "Do you want me to teach it a lesson for you?"

The man in black robes nodded. The black lines on the table seemed to know what the man in black robes was thinking, and they rushed towards him with displeasure.

A black cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pressed down on the other end of the black line.

The line on the table twisted and turned, looking at the black cat that was holding it down at the other end. It struggled fiercely, as if trying to break free from the black cat's claws.

The black cat ignored it and slowly began to walk in a straight line along its slender body.

The little gray lines in Niannian's mind were stirring restlessly. "Fourth Sister," Niannian called out.

Yu Meng glanced at her and nodded. "This is different from the one my older sister has, be careful."

The little gray line darted happily toward the black line on the table. Not caring where it was, it poked a small hole with a soft "plop" and then half its body disappeared inside.

The black cat gave the little gray line a disapproving look. Then it raised one paw. Then, as if punishing itself, the line slammed itself hard against the table, again and again.

The man in the black robe had never imagined that his own line would self-mutilate in this way. He had a feeling that the line was pleading with him for help, urging him to quickly retract it into his mind.

Yu Meng tugged at Niannian's arm. "Give her a lesson, but don't really kill her."

The little gray line slowly returned to Niannian's side. It even let out a burp. Yu Meng looked at it with amusement, and it seemed embarrassed as it darted back into Niannian's mind.

Yu Meng looked at the man in black robes, "Are there many people like you who have subdued their own lines?"

"I don't know, I'm the only one at this base," the man in black replied to Yu Meng, then asked hesitantly, "Do you have a way to make us more human?"

Yu Meng shook her head. "I'm not sure. But we can give it a try."

None of the four hesitated. "We're willing to give it a try."

Yu Meng carefully examined them; their bodies were riddled with holes from that line. They would need good medicine to heal properly, and perhaps they could recover.

But what the lines themselves secrete is the real culprit behind their current state.

To suppress the secretion of lines would limit their ability. The only way to do this is to find a substance that can integrate with the secretion of lines and benefit the body.

"I'm not confident about this kind of thing, after all, I'm just a bone artist. I'm not very good at other things, and I may have to do hundreds or thousands of experiments to find the right method. So, are you still willing?" Yu Meng did not guarantee that she would succeed, but stated the objective facts.

"Yes!" Not a single person hesitated.

Yu Meng nodded, then hesitated before speaking, "This requires a lot of things. Are you capable of obtaining them? Because we are unsure what those things are, the required quantity is large, and the variety may be extensive."

The man in black robes stared at the black cat, which calmly stretched, then jumped onto the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"We have everything except the really unusual ones," the man in black said in a low voice. "We're available anytime you have the time."

Yu Meng felt she had met a very kind person. No one would be so generous before the results were in. She knew there was a lot of room for manipulation involved, and if Yu Meng became greedy, it would be a disaster for them.

Yu Meng lowered her eyelids; it seemed they truly believed Hu the charlatan's words. If she really did fulfill their request, would their loyalty be reciprocated without reservation? At that moment, Yu Meng's heart stirred.