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Just when Lin Sanjiu was stunned, spaan standing at the other end of the shelf suddenly raised his hand, and a bright white light cut straight to her face - when spaan really went all out, his combat power almost reached an incomprehensible level; At that moment, she didn't have time to think about anything until the white light rubbed against her ear, and she realized that spaan had attacked her.

Time seems to have slowed down.

After a long and incomprehensible half second, she heard a small, popping sound beside her. At this time, she realized that the target of spaan's attack was not her, but something around her.

She turned her head slowly, just in time for a face protruding from between bottles and cans on the shelf.

If that face can still breathe, then the heat it emits can already hit Lin Sanjiu's face. But even without sparan's blow, she didn't think there would be any breathing on this face - there was indeed a long stretched neck with tendons stretched under it; And the similarity between it and normal people is over. There is no space for a body on the shelf.

It was like it was made of ceramics. The head that stretched out to her from the shelf cracked into several pieces in her eyes and hit the floor one after another. Among the white bones, brains, black hair and red blood, there is a soft and relatively complete face - Lin Sanjiu didn't even see what broke it.

Spaan had rushed to her side. Because he couldn't speak, he grabbed her shoulder and held her aside for a few steps.

Lin Sanjiu almost wanted to applaud the woman if it was not for himself or the unlucky goal.

It's impossible that the other party didn't hear the voice of the volunteer - God, it's only a few seconds since she heard the voice of the volunteer - when the woman realized that she was also included in the game, her first reaction was not surprise, but caught Lin Sanjiu and the two people. When they were surprised, she quickly launched a second attack on them.

If spaan reacted slowly for half a blink of an eye, she would be hit by that face - she didn't know what that face could do to her, but she was glad she didn't have to find the answer - when she was hit, spaan would be distracted; When he is distracted, the woman can start with her real goal.

"Are you okay?" Lin Sanjiu hurriedly checked him up and down. Seeing that he shook his head and didn't seem to have anything missing, he breathed. "We'd better not separate anymore," she whispered to him, turning on the consciousness scan.

That woman has been integrated into this environment, and whether [consciousness scanning] can still work is unknown; But at least she will try.

The volunteer who seemed to know nothing about the conflict just now continued to shout at the other end of the mall: "please go to the gate as soon as possible to meet here! Sorry, you are not qualified to refuse or quit now."

Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes and calmed down.

OK, it seems that they are going to enter the game with their pursuers.

As they walked towards the mall gate, their nerves were extremely tense. Every aisle and corner formed by the shelves seemed to be wandering to peep at their shadows; Lin Sanjiu was almost sure that he saw a pair of eyes in the gap between the two boxes of washing powder, but no matter how bright, washing powder or washing powder, shelf or shelf.

... it's hard for her to control herself not to think about what will happen after being touched by human limbs stretched out from the shelf. She always felt that those arms, faces and eyes seemed to have an almost hungry persistence to touch her.

Spaan walked silently beside her; The place where he exists is an absolutely safe area. She knows that there will be no danger to approach from the left. With this knowledge in mind, she will "scan consciousness" again and again across every crack around her - from any point of view, she wants to do her best to provide the same sense of security for spaan.

"Welcome, welcome," a volunteer in the same dress was standing at the gate, waving at them from a distance, "please come here and assemble!"

It can be seen that he has tried to squeeze himself into the role of volunteer; But compared with the previous volunteers, this one's attitude and tone are a lot more casual. There were only three evolutionists standing behind him. Their faces were more or less alert and suspicious, and their eyes swept back and forth on them several times - especially sparan.

"Wait a minute," the volunteer patted a self-service checkout counter beside him, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "there is another one who hasn't arrived."

This is obviously for the last woman.

The crowd waited in silence for a while. Between the shelves under the ceiling, there was no shadow of the woman.

Is it because of the right time and place that she plans to hold on?

"Isn't this causing difficulties for my work," the volunteer muttered, took out a note from his pocket and looked at it. "Ah, it's such an ability..." he looked at the note and said to himself suddenly, "no wonder there's no confidence."

Lin Sanjiu was inspired, hurried up with a big step, and asked in a low voice, "excuse me, what ability is it?"

The volunteer turned his head, glanced at her from behind the mask, and quickly folded the note again.

"Can you give me a hint? I'm curious." Lin San Jiu tried to laugh as if nothing had happened, "isn't this against the rules of the game?"

"That's not good either," the volunteer rushed at her with the back of his hand, motioning her to stand back in the unlucky group participating in the game. "If I tell you, it may give you an unfair advantage..."

Maybe he was unhappy that the woman didn't appear. He thought for a while and added, "I can only say that asking her to come out is as annoying as squeezing acne on her face."

Lin Sanjiu, who never had acne, nodded and stood back as if he understood. Spaan seemed to be a little unable to help laughing, but it was a pity that she couldn't laugh out loud and say it - and she didn't think about who she was doing this busy work for.

"Well, I have to squeeze acne." The volunteer muttered, took out a pen from his trouser pocket, rubbed it and wrote a long paragraph on the note; Lin Sanjiu craned his neck and looked at the distant shelf. While waiting for the woman to be "squeezed out", he quietly asked in his mind, "see?"

"See." Teacher Yi replied.