[Game] remained aloof as always, offering no response whatsoever.
Lu Tianming shook his head helplessly and resumed his dialogue with the turtle statue.
"My Lord... My Lord... Incense! Eat it!"
"Pus Sore... do you want to eat it?"
"No, please don't give me Pus Sores."
"Mother of Pus Sores" clearly had a stronger intent to communicate.
Lu Tianming always felt that the old turtle seemed a bit neurotic. Yes, it was as if it was on drugs, extremely excited, transmitting all sorts of nonsensical content nonstop.
But its intelligence was low, and after half a day of communication, he still had no clue what it was trying to say.
"Pus Sores! Start eating!"
"Stop stuffing trash into my mind."
Old Lu felt dizzy and nauseated but managed to slip away, suppressing the urge to vomit.
He spent an entire night calming the violent turmoil in his mind.
When he opened his eyes, his face lit up with joy.
