The expressions of the women changed slightly.
There seemed to be a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the woman who was holding the cat. She held the cat tightly in her arms and looked at the dead body dragging its heavy feet towards song qingxiao.
'Da'.
Da, da.
The man had already walked in front of song qingxiao. The few women who were holding back their fear slowly raised their heads and held their breaths as they watched this extremely terrifying scene.
Just like two days ago, the man slowly and stiffly reached out his hand, but before he could touch song Qing's shoulder, she had already pushed it away.
She kicked out again, and with a bang, she kicked the man's calf.
But something shocking happened.
The man's lower leg was like a steel plate. After she kicked it, it actually blocked her strength and did not break like yesterday and the day before.
Her hand that was about to break his head was stopped by a force---a cold and wet hand grabbed her wrist.
