"Whoosh!"
The instant they saw the girl, everyone became alert.
As ability users, their vigilance toward danger was far beyond that of ordinary people, even though their abilities differed. Now that they had reached the area before the high-rise and had nearly cleared out all the Black Table ability users and monsters recorded in the available intel, how could they not tense up upon encountering such a strange girl—especially after just learning that their captain had died?
A dirty white dress, bare feet, and dense stitches covering her body.
In her hand was a dining knife still stained with blood, slowly scraping across a car's body.
The sound was harsh and grating, making everyone's minds race and their hair stand on end.
The atmosphere suddenly became so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Unlike the obvious wariness and reactions of the others, Lu Xin seemed unchanged.
The instant the little girl appeared, he merely turned around and fixed his gaze on her.
This girl actually looked very much like Sister, though she seemed a few years younger.
Sister had no such dense stitches on her body.
Yet the white dress she wore, her bare feet, and her disheveled black hair all gave him a strange sense of familiarity. His head throbbed faintly, and his blood vessels seemed to swell. It was as though he had thought of something, but he could not be sure.
He suddenly could not help looking to the side. "Do we know this girl?"
His voice startled the people around him, who had been concentrating fully with their bodies taut. They glanced over from the corners of their eyes.
Seeing Lu Xin frown and speak to the empty air beside him, their skin began to prickle.
"She... Is it her?"
Squeaky Chicken had fallen