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Yan Junze had never felt death so close to him before.
At this moment, he was certain that the strange boy hidden outside was definitely not the real Tricky Silk; otherwise, he might have been done for at their first encounter, without any chance to fight back.
He checked the time; it was still a long way off from dawn. If he lingered here, he didn't know when that concealed child would become impatient and enter the warehouse to search for him.
Of course, if Yan Junze knew that the boy feared the Tricky Silk strangeness and didn't even dare to enter the warehouse, he would have made another plan.
After all, the Tricky Silk strangeness was still far away, and the boy's sensitivity to the oppressive aura of strangenesses had surpassed Long-tongued Zhenzhen, almost on par with Ke'er.
After thinking it over, Yan Junze turned his head to look at the Crawler Monster lying beside him with a backpack on its back.
