Chapter 117 Hunger

Wu Wen merely stood at the entrance of the Preaching Room, without taking a single step inside, when the hooks hanging from the ceiling began to clank ominously.

It seemed that the moment she set foot inside, those hooks would target her for an assault, hooking into every inch of her skin, tearing apart every inch of her flesh.

Even though her head had been reconstructed in the Preaching Room, she was still regarded as a heretical presence.

But Wu Wen did not care. She tiptoed to get a better look into the depths, gazing at the bald figure dressed in leather.

"Luo Di has always been quite lucky. As a 'Connector,' he encountered such a high-ranking entity right from the start. Despite my Disguise, I was still recognized at a glance.

As long as I'm confined within the category of 'Pseudo-Person,' no matter how skilled I am in disguise and no matter how long I drag it out, I can't achieve a true qualitative change.