"I sense that your material has been replaced, friend. Are you a sacrifice?"
The voice was faint, but Mo Ling heard every word clearly.
'A sacrifice?'
Mo Ling had always wondered something. Why did these Mineral Races, who looked nothing like a Block, always consider him one of their own?
He was clearly just a Block.
It seemed they didn't care about appearance, but about material. They held an almost obsessive view on the matter.
But then again, they didn't treat the common ores found by the roadside as kin. It was a very strange way of judging things.
Besides, Shibeng had also said that the Block felt like its material had been replaced. Perhaps these Mineral Races had a unique perception of materials.
'But what is a "sacrifice"?'
Li Luo asked the ghost the same question. The ghost didn't hide anything, replying gently, "A sacrifice to stop the war. The abandoned ones."
'The abandoned ones?'
'What does that mean?'
