Zhong Shenxiu slowly opened his eyes.
Before his eyes were two bright moons.
His head throbbed with pain, and he couldn't help but let out a groan, pressing his temples as if his brain was stuffed with a lump of paste.
After a long, long time, some key memories began to emerge: the Blood Moon Night, ancient gods, rituals...
"System!"
Zhong Shenxiu said subconsciously.
Before him, a faint light appeared, revealing information only he could see.
At the top, there was a chaotic string of characters, clear evidence that the system had indeed been invaded and was significantly affected.
The light was even dimmer than before, and operating it had become much more mechanical and stiff.
Zhong Shenxiu couldn't help but start to reproach, "Could it be, has the idiot system turned into a dumbass? Why is there gibberish? Hey, hey, don't scramble it, I want to see..."