Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

Qin Mo read ten lines at a glance and then put down the information in his hand. Suddenly, his clear eyes paused in the air.

At the same time, Qu Bian's voice was heard in the archives room. Qin Mo lowered his eyes and quickly concealed his momentary dazed look.

Qu Bian kicked the pile of information beside his leg casually, his eyes dark:

"None of them were useful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qu Bian looked up at Qin Mo and the others and continued:

"We can't delay here any longer, the security guard's shift change is almost here."

"Once the person on duty notices something is wrong, it will definitely arouse the school's vigilance."

There was a hint of annoyance between Qu Bian's eyebrows.

He couldn't waste the good opportunity he had finally found.

When Qin Mo saw Qu Bian stand up and walk towards the door after he finished speaking, he pushed aside the documents piled around him and followed him.

The figures of Qu Bian and Qin Mo disappeared before their eyes.

Fan Du frowned and threw away the information in his hand.

Although she knew that what Qu Bian said made sense, the other party's attitude was really unpleasant.

Glancing at the incense stick in his hand that was almost burned out, Fan Du stood up and left coldly.

Hua Chi, who had been watching, remained silent and followed Fan Du closely.

After Qin Mo and his companions left, the archive room was empty and deserted. Waves of black mist gradually gathered in the air to form a black figure.

The black figure lowered his head slightly.

A white paper document flew out from a large number of messy documents and hovered in front of the black figure.

The black figure stretched out his hand and lightly touched the paper document, and the white paper document instantly turned into a black mist and was absorbed by it.

If Qin Mo were here, he would know that this document was the only valuable information he had lost.

A moment later, the wind stepped over the threshold of the archive room and stirred up gusts of wind in the room. A large amount of paper was blown into the air.

The papers flying in the air fell to the ground, and the archive room was silent.

The black figure had left long before Feng came uninvited.

After leaving the archives room, Qin Mo and his companions kept shuttling back and forth in the dark campus.

A line of sight with hidden malice shot out from the surrounding buildings, greedily lingering on every inch of Qin Mo's skin.

While running, Qin Mo suddenly felt goose bumps all over his body.

When another building moved away from me, the chill in my body still did not go away.

Qin Mo understood.

It was obvious that they had been completely exposed, and perhaps the other party was looking at them like fish on the chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.

Qin Mo slowly slowed down his pace, and his sharp eyes quickly jumped across the vague outlines of the buildings around him, looking for the source of that gaze.

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed.

The incense stick held in the left hand continued to burn at a steady rate, without any warning signs.

The curved edge leading the way was still moving, as if it hadn't noticed anything was wrong.

Qin Mo didn't think this was his illusion, he could only say that there might be some deliberate element in it from the other party.

Some hunters with a bad taste will enjoy playing with their prey, as if the prey that is struggling and filled with despair is more delicious.

Qin Mo's eyes were deep.

All in all, the newcomers should not be underestimated.

The feeling of being coveted was infinitely magnified in my heart, and the bracelet on my wrist was filled with warmth.

It's like a wake-up call before a crisis.

The burning gaze followed closely, and Qin Mo seemed to hear a swallowing sound in a trance.

His fingers moved slightly, and his fingertips rested on the cold sword.

The vague feeling told Qin Mo that the other party could no longer hold back.

The palm-sized incense stick was almost finished, and the others did not notice that the half fingernail-long incense stick was not burned out naturally but disappeared directly from the tail.

The thing hidden in the darkness moved quickly towards where Qin Mo was.

Qin Mo held the sword across his chest and stopped.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

Qin Mo knew that the other party was coming.

Fan Du also acted together with Qin Mo.

Fan Du read the long whip and his thoughtful eyes quickly flashed across Qin Mo.

As the maker of the incense sticks, she was of course the first to notice something unusual. Unexpectedly, Qin Mo took a defensive stance before she even opened her mouth to warn him.

The change made the words she was about to say linger on her lips.

At some point the wind suddenly sounded urgent, and an invisible sense of tension tugged at everyone's nerves.

Although Hua Chi didn't react, her expression tightened the moment she saw Qin Mo's movements change.

A black line flashed between the fingers.

Qu Bian was stunned for a moment, then adjusted his posture, his sharp eyes cast around the darkness.

The sound of the wind in my ears became faster and faster, and in an instant all other sounds were drowned out by it.

Qin Mo only saw Qu Bian flying backwards and hitting the wall of a nearby building heavily.

There was silence not far away, and Qu Bian, who had flown backwards, lay quietly under the wall.

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed.

At this moment, he didn't dare to pay attention to Qu Bian's life or death, because a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Even with his enhanced vision, he could only see the other party's eight legs that resembled spider limbs.

I don't know how such a huge body can move silently.

suddenly!

The sharp weapon cut through the air, and the huge spider leg fell straight towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo held his sword horizontally to block a huge spider leg that was stabbing at him, and the sharp spider leg hit the center of the sword.

With a crisp sound, the invincible sword in Qin Mo's hand broke into two pieces.

The second spider leg fell right after the first one was retracted. Without caring about losing his excellent weapon, Qin Mo quickly retreated, holding onto the half-broken sword.

Fan Du had already retreated quietly when Qu Bian flew out. Seeing Qin Mo facing the spider's legs, he sped up and took the opportunity to quickly move through the building complex.

In the blink of an eye, Hua Chi and Qin Mo were the only ones standing in the empty field.

Qin Mo frantically moved between the spider's legs and narrowly avoided the third leg. He growled behind him:

"Go quickly!".

Hua Chi knew that staying here would only slow down Qin Mo's escape, so she turned around and disappeared behind the building.

The reason why Qin Mo shouted at Hua Chi to leave quickly was very simple: he couldn't beat the other party.

The more important reason is that the other person's attention is all on him, as if there is something about him that particularly attracts the other person.

If Hua Chi walked at this time, everything would definitely go smoothly.

The spider's legs fell intermittently, leaving small pits on the ground.

There were fewer and fewer places to land, so Qin Mo gritted his teeth and rolled over to avoid the attack.

He finally found a way to leave here, and he didn't want to die here.

Qin Mo ran in the opposite direction of Hua Chi, buying the other party enough time.

Qin Mo dodged the big tree that was knocked down by the spider's legs and slipped into a building not far away.

The breath disappeared!

The eight spider legs moved quickly and intertwined, and then suddenly stopped where Qin Mo disappeared.

Qin Mo squatted, and a spider leg stopped one meter in front of him. He could clearly see the dense black hair on the strong spider leg.

The black hair fluttering in the wind looks like extremely soft silk threads.

But these seemingly soft and harmless hairs could easily split a leaf in two, forcing Qin Mo to avoid these hairs while dodging the legs.

It greatly increased the difficulty of his survival.