A small, light brown colored flying squirrel could be found inside the box. The moment Shangguan Hou opened the box, the squirrel came flying toward him.
It climbed up onto his shoulder immediately.
Shangguan Hou raised his hand and rubbed the flying squirrel's head. He brought it down after a bit and held it in mid-air. "Little guy, time for you to do your job."
The flying squirrel kicked its legs in mid-air in an attempt to wrestle free of its owner's grip.
Shangguan Hou's lips curved upwards. Before long, he took out the syringe he had prepared and injected it into the flying squirrel's body.
After he was done, he placed the flying squirrel back into the box again.
Shangguan Hou closed the lid of the box and shut the lock gently. A sinister smile emerged in his eyes as he looked down.
There was no escaping him.
**
Sure enough, Huo Yao woke up at roughly 9:00 am.
