Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 77 Mutants? What Mutants?

Vanessa was still immersed in her longing when she suddenly heard the word "mutants." She snapped out of it and furrowed her brows. "Mutants? What mutants?"

Sylvester tightened his face, staring intently at Vanessa. His eyes were filled with curiosity, and finally, he said, "Their blood detoxifies and they have extremely fast healing abilities." Vanessa pondered for a moment, took out her phone, and searched for a few terms.

She looked at Sylvester skeptically and showed him the search results. "Is this what Mr. Gomez was talking about?"

Sylvester glanced at the information on Vanessa's phone and nodded solemnly. "It's similar."

Vanessa was completely confused and once again thought about Sylvester's words. She asked with doubt, "Is Mr. Gomez suggesting that there might actually be mutants in this world?" Sylvester raised his eyes and responded with a subtle nod, "Hmm."

He maintained his solemn expression.

Observing this, Vanessa's lips curled into a faint smile.

After a brief contemplation, it struck Vanessa that Mr. Gomez appeared to be highly intelligent but had a penchant for asking rather unconventional questions.

Could it be that he felt guilty about the incident with the pretty little girl and lost his mind?

for his age and recent act of saving a little creature, he would have kicked

you think I'm going

carried a

neck, ready to slice open her carotid artery if

terrifying scene, her head shook like a rattle drum, and she quickly said, "No, I dare not disrespect Mr. Gomez. It's just that this mutant, I have truly never heard

breath and waved his hand, saying, "Let it

Vanessa wipe off the cold sweat on

Sylvester didn't look at her anymore. "I'll call you if I

and

turned her head and saw Sylvester sitting

that moment, the words "lonely" and "desolate" flashed

did Mr. Gomez suddenly abruptly inquire about

considered fictional characters designed for martial arts novels

fantastical thing appear

contemplating for a while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to

on the chair, maintaining that posture

did that little creature come from, and who is