"You returned to the body of the White-haired Monster and began the dissection, finding a total of seven pus sores of varying sizes. Suppressing the temptation, you stuffed them into a glass bottle. These nearly rotten things probably wouldn't last too long, it would be great if you could bring them back to Earth."
"Wang Hao, if one of those sores was an anchor for a Demon God and you brought it back to Earth, wouldn't that be asking for trouble? Would I have to clean up the mess?" Wang Hao scoffed. "These people have some seriously sick tastes, beginning to enjoy pus sores?"
"Pan Hao is persuading you to eat one of the pus sores."
"The bursting juice inside is a complete package of color, scent, and taste that leaves one endless aftertastes."
"Of course, his true intent is that if you don't eat it, you'll be rejected by this land and are likely to die."
"You choose? Yes/No"
"No."
