Song Zuo's last shout was completely bellowed out, hoarse and elongated like the striking of gongs and drums, sending the girl peering from the rooftop into a fright as he aimed the yak gun towards the vast, abandoned building.
"He's spotted me!"
Without any time to think, the girl extended her hand, and her slender, fair hands suddenly displayed an explosive power that left one dumbfounded, cleanly and nimbly inserting her fingers into the floor as if it were as soft as tofu.
Grinding her teeth, the girl lifted a piece of floorboard about three meters wide to block Song Zuo's line of sight, then gathered her skirt and hopped back like a dandelion puff.
Bang!
