Lin Shen gritted his teeth. Since he'd already caught it, and it didn't try to escape, he might as well figure out what this thing actually was.
The part Lin Shen grabbed felt as thick as an arm, but the moment his fingers squeezed it, it deformed easily, almost as if it had no bones.
*Suppressing the unease in his heart,* Lin Shen reached over with his other hand to feel the strange object. Both hands experienced the same sensation—a soft, bouncy texture that was also incredibly smooth.
With just a bit more force from his fingers, the thing would warp under his touch like gelatin, except it wasn't nearly as fragile as gelatin.
Even after releasing his grip, it didn't spring back to its original shape—or maybe it rebounded so slowly that Lin Shen couldn't make sense of it for the time being. *What kind of thing was this?*
