'I have to leave here as soon as possible.'
Pressing the towel tightly against her mouth, Lin Sanjiu dragged her worn-out body towards the other side of the ruins. The canvas shoes she wore squealed against the floor covered in meat pulp and goo, and since the shoes did not provide enough stability for her feet, she almost slipped after walking two steps.
The furniture that was laid to waste by her sprawled haphazardly across the floor, forming into numerous irregular-shaped piles of varying sizes. There were so many slits and crevices between the heaps of wreckage that they looked like eyes watching her from the dark.
Were there dead bodies and other things lurking inside these slits and holes?
Lin Sanjiu stopped in her tracks. She called out her [Tornado Whip] and brandished it lightly. She tried to use the wind to clear out a path so that she could squeeze herself through.
