Sun Hang slapped the charging anomaly corpse aside, stepped over the shattered glass scattered across the floor, and entered the mall.
The onlookers immediately backed away, putting a wide distance between themselves and him.
The good news was that once the anomaly corpses appeared, most of the timid people had already fled. The crowd had unexpectedly not panicked, and there had been none of the shoving or trampling incidents Sun Hang had feared most.
"Everyone, sorry for the trouble, but could you make some room? I have some personal matters to discuss with that young lady." Sun Hang pointed at the young girl in the crowd and called out.
With a swish, the crowd instantly scattered, creating an empty zone roughly ten meters in radius around the young girl.
Her expression changed slightly as she turned to flee, only for two strands of fungal filaments that had somehow wrapped around her ankles to yank her to the ground and drag her before Sun Hang.
Sun Hang wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up from the ground—she was very thin. At five foot five, she weighed barely over eighty pounds. Sun Hang even found the body beneath her thin dress somewhat bony to hold.
Her figure suited her sickly-beauty face and her waist-length, straight black hair cut in a hime style... Yet what surprised Sun Hang was that her frail appearance was not an act... She really was weak.
She was not an infected person, nor did she carry the aura of an Anomaly Meme.
When Sun Hang first saw her, he had thought she was the sort of monster who looked like Lin Daiyu but could uproot a weeping willow. But in reality, setting aside her ability to control anomaly corpses, she was truly just a frail