"Xiao Si!!!"
When Su Qiao regained consciousness, she realized that not only did her chest hurt terribly, but she was also flying through the air.
She really was flying through the air!
The wind howled beside her ears as she began falling downward under the pull of gravity.
Good heavens! Host, we came too late. You were shot and are about to die.
444 leaped high into the air inside the space, screaming in fright.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
She had just arrived and was already about to bite the dust—and she was even in midair. There wasn't enough time for emergency treatment. How was she supposed to deal with this?
Before she completely fell off the cliff, Su Qiao only had time to glance at the man in the black coat charging toward her with a large group of people.
The man's hair was slightly curly and slicked back with hair oil. He was shouting her name loudly in her direction.
Aside from that, all she could hear was the deafening sound of gunfire.
Host, wake up! Wake up!
Su Qiao's mind wavered, and her consciousness began to return once more. Beside her ears was Xiao Si's anxious voice.
"Xiao Si?"
"What happened? Didn't I bite the dust as soon as I arrived?"
Su Qiao shook her head and looked at the large crowd seated below the stage, her face filled with bewilderment.
"Did we switch to another plane again?"
Could she switch planes even after dying?
Having finally received a response, 444 wiped away a bead of sweat and let out a huge sigh of relief.
No, we're still in this plane. You're currently in the body of your other clone.
This plane is rather special. There are two Soul Fragments. The previous clone was shot