Xiao Qian Duyue had no eyes, yet she clearly sensed something exceedingly thin and sharp, glinting with an almost imperceptible silver light, slice past her face.
A prickling pain, as though she had been stung by a needle, briefly struck her, only to vanish in the blink of an eye. Like that silver glimmer, it seemed like nothing more than an illusion.
But aside from that, she received no further warning, while her life had already reached its final moment.
The black shadow in her mind began to swell frantically, though in reality, the distance between her and it was rapidly closing, as if a camera were rushing forward.
It kept enlarging, endlessly enlarging, until there was nothing left in Xiao Qian's eyes or mind but it.
Xiao Qian Duyue struggled, using her last bit of strength to control her unresponsive body. She desperately turned her head toward the stairwell and rasped with difficulty:
"Light..."
Thud!
A faint sound happened to ring out as Xiao Qian turned her head, but she had no time to dwell on it. The black robe in her mind completely obscured it, as though it were about to tuck it back into its sleeve.
But at that moment, something cold and hard suddenly struck her back, sending her stumbling unexpectedly.
Xiao Qian lost her balance and fell to the ground. The cold object happened to press against the back of her neck. She sharply turned her head, but the object immediately rolled away toward the stairwell.
Her heart jolted. Falling meant that her body had regained its autonomy. She hurriedly climbed to her feet.
Her many mission experiences had given her astonishingly swift reflexes even after losing her eyes. Without pausing for even a moment, she flicked a plastic card from the hidden pocket sewn