DarknessDo not enter with mental illnessPasture Story
The institute's hydraulic presses radiated heat like rotting flesh. The reflection of Dr. Da Zhu's lenses covered his pupils: "To make a Poké Ball? The red cones must be collected from the tree where the Dark Crow was hung, and the white cones must be polished with the gastric juice of the Night Thief Salamander..."
He suddenly grabbed your wrist: "But do you really need the 'ball'?"
——In the nest ball embryo soaked in formalin in the display cabinet, the hand bones of a human baby are clearly curled up.
The Super Bat suddenly rips the Doctor's sleeve apart. The moment you saw the shadow tattoo on his arm clearly, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling from the roof.
