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Su Qingqing froze in place, the face stitched together reflected in her pupils getting closer and closer.

She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't work.

Fear held her in place like nails.

A hand yanked her arm from the side.

She violently pulled Su Qingqing away, and the two of them fell to the tiled floor of the bathroom.

The monster's claws grazed Su Qingqing's scalp and made three deep ravines on the partition.

Jiang Yao didn't pause, dragging Su Qingqing and rushed to the bathroom door.

Su Qingqing's legs were still weak, and she was almost dragged along the ground by Jiang Yao.

The two men rushed out of the restroom and into the fluorescent lights of the platform.

Behind him, the monster tumbled out of the compartment.

There was no door—it simply climbed over the top of the partition, got on all fours, and crawled along the wall like a spider.

Slime dripped from it, leaving a dark trail on the floor tiles.

It's much faster than expected.

Two voices came out from the monster's throat at the same time: "It's so beautiful... don't run away..."

Jiang Yao looked back.

The stitched face was less than three meters away from her.

She dragged Su Qingqing towards the subway, but Su Qingqing's physical strength had reached its limit.

Her breathing was like a broken bellows, trembling with every step.

The monster's claws were one meter closer, the mouth in the palm of the hand opened, and the tip of its tongue almost touched the back of Su Qingqing's neck.

At this moment, a mop pole stabbed from the side.

Not a thorn!

Like a spear, it pierced into the monster's shoulder blade quickly, accurately, and with the weight of the entire body.

Mucus and dark red liquid splashed out at the same time.

The monster screamed.

The man is shouting, the woman is crying, the two voices are tearing at each other.

It tilted sideways, its claws scraping against the floor tiles with a screeching sound.

Qin Shou held the mop rod and stood at the door of the bathroom.

He found the mop next to the sink.

But now he was holding the mop as if he were holding a real spear.

Pull your right leg back, lower your center of gravity, tighten your wrists, and extend the shaft against your forearm.

[Basic Marksmanship Mastery] Passively triggered.

There was no spear, so he used the mop as a spear.

The monster was injured and became more ferocious. Its cloudy yellow eyes stared at Qin Shou. It exerted strength on its limbs and pounced on him again.

Qin Shou twisted his body, and the mop rod turned in a semicircle in his hand, slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, and hit the monster's temple.

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