Han Meimei, who was supposed to be tapping the nutrient tank with Du Jun and Sun Han, has disappeared, as if the woman on the ground has replaced her.

"Did she go back to her own body?" Cheng Shuang asked in surprise. "Aren't we in a game? How come her body is here too!"

The little girl gave the talismans to the Wraith and Dragon Flame, who distributed them, temporarily holding off the guards.

No one present could answer her question, and now was not the time to do so.

"Shuangshuang, try to wake them up, we'll continue."

Cheng Shuang changed her previous demeanor, her face turning grim, and gave Long Zhiyan a death order.

Because she received Luo An's message that there were still a steady stream of 'guards' rushing over from outside, if she showed any mercy, her and her companions would probably end up no different from the people in the nutrient tank, becoming nourishment and puppets for Bai Xiuzhi.

"Okay!" As soon as the little girl finished speaking, she slapped Han Meimei, who was on the ground, across the face.

The woman seemed completely oblivious, not even flinching.

Cheng Shuang stretched her arm and slapped him hard again.

Finally, the woman on the ground let out a soft moan, her face visibly swollen and red, and she slowly opened her eyes, like a patient who had been asleep for a long time.

Cheng Shuang didn't have time to catch up with her; there were still many people waiting for her slap!

The little girl felt that what she had done was of great significance. Even though her little hands were red and hurt terribly, she gritted her teeth and glared, slapping them one by one with all her might.

Du Jun couldn't stand it anymore, so he stopped her and stuffed a wooden airbag comb into her arms.

Cheng Shuang: Ouch, my hand hurts even more now.