The Golden-Eyed Player's newly relaxed spirit instantly tightened, and he stared at Xu Huo, seemingly wanting to penetrate the helmet to see his expression. He quietly clenched his hand, ready to act at any time.
However, Xu Huo just turned sideways to the side, and the instrument's needle didn't move; it still pointed in the same direction.
The Golden-Eyed Player laughed, "I thought the instrument had malfunctioned."
"Really?" Xu Huo replied meaningfully.
The instrument certainly wouldn't malfunction; it indeed pointed at him earlier. It's just unclear what energy this instrument targets—Nüwa Stone, Super Props, or Heart of the Child?
But that doesn't matter; in this setting, he could easily influence the Golden-Eyed Player's judgment.
"What is this box for?" Yan Jiayu already knew there was someone inside, "Can hiding in the box avoid the influence of Spiritual Energy? But hiding in the box means you can't move, right?"
