"Don't be afraid, Smith, the bizarre rules are related to food... Think carefully, and you should be able to figure it out."
Smith's back chilled as he desperately searched for more clues, but a glimpse of the black hole in the old woman's mouth left him uncontrollably tense.
He felt his brain had turned into a rusty spring, endlessly repeating "the bizarre rules are related to food..." without coming up with anything else!
However, just as he was about to take out a compressed biscuit, it was quickly snatched away by the old woman.
The black mass devoured the compressed biscuit at lightning speed, even touching his fingers. An icy and supernatural power surged along his fingertips into his heart.
That suffocating sensation from a cold death made goosebumps cover Smith's entire body.
"God, I actually touched that black mass!" Smith quickly pulled back his hand, feeling his limbs becoming somewhat unresponsive.