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But she didn't even have time to hope.
"Hi."
A gloomy voice instantaneously pulled her back into Hell.
Lin Yuanzhi shuddered to her feet, looking toward the source of the voice.
It was Zhou Yaxuan, who was squatting beside the crew-cut man's corpse, still smacking his lips on something, with some white, shriveled brain tissue still clinging to his lips.
Looking at the man's corpse, his skull had been hollowed out, empty inside.
Lin Yuanzhi fell into a lengthy stun, then crazily reached for a withered branch next to her as she sprung forward, ready to fight Zhou Yaxuan to death.
Thud.
Zhou Yaxuan simply smiled and snapped his fingers.
Immediately, Lin Yuanzhi's body stiffened in place, and her eyes gradually glazed over.
In that instant, anger, fear, shock, all emotions vanished as if they had been erased.
Seeing her reaction, Zhou Yaxuan was exceptionally excited.
