Luo Binghe is clutching his head, biting back a savage snarl as he struggles to regain his composure. He takes a deep, steadying breath, and straightens. His head is still throbbing, but he's powered through worse.

Pain is a familiar companion in his life.

"Provided this... gentleman doesn't have any further outbursts."

Another deep breath, and he can finally hear himself think over the ringing in his head. He decides to ask plainly what he's sure they're all thinking.

"What were those things? And what did they do to us?"

Besides the obvious answer of sticking horrible little leeches in their brains.