Clothes, pants, shoes, buy.
Watch, tie, belt, buy.
Mobile phone, computer, game console, buy.
Embodying the persona of a shopaholic, she was like someone on a major haul. Fortunately, while the mall was large, the goods weren't excessively expensive, otherwise her meager funds wouldn't have withstood such extravagance.
However, after her spree, a considerable amount had been spent. The money she had for jade talismans today was almost depleted.
The original host still had some savings.
Zhu Huan, carrying large bags, went to pay. Ahead of her was a little girl, three or four years old, dressed in a pink princess dress, sitting in the shopping cart. She smiled at the girl.
No one could refuse a soft and adorable human cub.
Zhu Huan returned a kind smile, contemplating offering the little girl a piece of candy, when a sense of being watched and imminent danger struck simultaneously.
Her expression changed. She dropped the bags in her hands, lunged forward, scooped up the little girl, and rolled across the floor.
"Clang."
A gunshot hit the checkout counter, turning the cashier's face pale with fright. She screamed and scrambled to dodge, while other customers who were checking out also scattered in all directions.
Zhu Huan, holding the little girl, crouched beside a display shelf, not wanting to be involved.
"Boom!"
This time it wasn't a gunshot, but a mortar shell. It shattered an entire floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor where they were, along with the wall, blasting away a large section.
This world was not peaceful.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be all sorts of gray and even black market dealings.
Flames surged forward. Zhu Huan shielded the still-stunned little girl, who instantly burst into tears.
"Wah..."
Zhu Huan moved them slightly, reminding her, "Don't cry."
The little girl cried even harder.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, voices and footsteps arrived simultaneously.
"Anyone still alive? If you're alive, get up, raise your hands, and retreat to the corner!"
Zhu Huan stood up with the child in her arms and retreated to the back with the others. Before them were over a dozen armed terrorists, some with knives, some with guns, all wearing black masks, looking menacing.
The leader scanned them, then sternly declared, "I need two people, a cripple in a wheelchair, and a little girl. Hand them over, and I'll let you all go. Otherwise..."
"Bang bang bang."
Three consecutive shots hit the ceiling, and the crowded people let out panicked screams again.
"Ah!"
"What are you screaming for? Shut up, all of you!"
The leader pointed at his subordinates, "Go find all the children, and that cripple. Don't let him escape."
"Yes."
His men began to move forward to grab the children.
Zhu Huan stood in the back with the child in her arms, less conspicuous. But if the person in her arms was their target, they would eventually find them.
Just as she was considering whether to step forward, people behind some tilted shelves caught her attention.
A wheelchair.
Still hiding and not daring to come out, it was clearly the one they were looking for.
She looked at them, and they looked back at her. The child in her arms was tightly covering her mouth, looking quite practiced. Without much thought, the child they were looking for was undoubtedly her.
Zhu Huan recalled encountering Nan Bei in her previous world. It seemed the same in this world. Rarely had she shown a moment of kindness, only to get herself into trouble. She found it strange.
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Or was it her own meddling that brought on this trouble?
"She has a child in her arms!"
Someone shouted unexpectedly. Others retreated, and Zhu Huan was targeted.
The man excitedly pointed at the little girl in her arms, "Boss, it's her! I've seen her picture!"