Twenty minutes had passed, but neither of them moved. The hands flailed madly in the air, trying very hard to grasp something in the air.
"How long will it take for these hands to stop?"
Lin Sanjiu could see a white shadow thrashing around in the tail of her eyes. It grazed past her a few times and almost knocked her down from the shelf, making her heart skipped a few beats. As time went by, both of them were losing their mobility. If it were not for them still being able to communicate with each other through the Soul of Film Crew, Lin Sanjiu felt she might have gone mental already.
Even then, she could clearly feel that her ability to speak and control the Higher Consciousness was becoming harder and harder. As if injected with anesthetic, she was losing command over her own body.
They had to act fast and act now.
