No matter how fast a corpse ran, how could it outrun a Boss?
Li Qing had only run a few dozen meters when Feng Ling grabbed his shoulder from behind with one hand! Her five fingers tightened around his shoulder bone and flung him backward! Li Qing immediately staggered and fell back—
Feng Ling raised her hand again and shoved his back, knocking him flat!
Bang!
Li Qing dropped to his knees and braced himself against the ground with both hands, barely managing to save his face from injury.
Feng Ling looked at him with a cold sneer. "The last one who reacted this strongly after seeing me in public was a Xenomorph. I already killed it."
She swept a glance over the increasingly curious tourists gathering around them and reached out to haul Li Qing up, intending to find somewhere more secluded to talk.
But just as her hand reached over, a furry little thing suddenly darted out from his collar. It stood on Li Qing's shoulder, bared its teeth at her, and chattered furiously.
Feng Ling frowned. She could not tell what the thing was. It looked like a Yellow Weasel, but its fur was dull gray rather than yellow.
While she was stunned, Li Qing suddenly sprang up, charged through the crowd, and raced up the Mountain!
—He was a Daoist and could enter and leave Sanqing Mountain freely, but Feng Ling still had to scan a ticket to go up.
Feng Ling remained where she was, staring darkly at the Daoist's retreating figure.
Li Qing ran with all his might!
To keep Feng Ling from catching up, he did not even take the proper stone steps. Instead, he vaulted over the railing and plunged straight into the woods!
A young, innocent child pointed at him