At that moment, all the blood rushed up to Lin Sanjiu's head. She could not hear any sound other than the sloshing of her own blood, and she could not see anything but the couch in front of her. As her body continued to sink deeper into the soft cushion, she knew she had to act fast. She formed her palm into a claw, and with a quick swipe and a pull, she yanked the cushion high into the air.
At the same time that the force tugging at her ankle vanished the moment she jerked the cushion down from the couch, she saw something. A shadow, dark and moving as fast as a streak of lightning, blitzed across her eyes. Before she knew it, it slipped into the dark slit in between the back of the couch and the seat.
