In an instant, it was as if a ghostly claw had reached out from the darkness and seized Xin Huohuo's heart.
She gasped and stumbled backward.
But the room was too small. She hadn't even taken a full step back before she was stopped, sending her tumbling onto the bed. Amidst the panic and tension, she didn't forget to form the Protection Skill with her right hand while her left deftly retrieved the phone from her pocket.
She rapidly selected several Defense Talismans, then smoothly laid out a basic defensive formation that was already deeply ingrained in her mind. Next, with a "Rise" command, Flowerball automatically shot out of her shoulder bag, swaying as it hovered above her head. It was like something out of a video game—it didn't actually have much power yet, but the display was intimidating enough. Besides, unless she died, Flowerball would never fall to the ground. This was a spirit pet, its life bound to hers.
