章節 437: Lin Sanjiu's Last Chance

After the pesticide had been sprayed, the beetle naturally chose to bite someone from Number 46's gang. Strangely, it made the most baffling choice and bit Number 47 for the third time. If they did not know that they were in a pocket dimension, everyone would assume that the beetle had some personal grudge against Number 47.

Since the beetle bit him three times, Number 47 had already lost nine months of vitality now. It was almost a miracle that he was still breathing. No one could tell from Number 47's complexion if he wanted to say anything. His lips quivered a few times, they were as pale as a whitewashed wall.

"Cold," he muttered several times before he crooked his head and fainted.

As Number 45 was collaborating with him, she couldn't help being affected. The moment he lost consciousness, Number 45 immediately pressed herself against the low wall of the bridge and held both her knees tightly.

Number 48 threw a glance at the other two people.