It creates a strong impact with the ice and snow outside.

People flow in and out, bustling, buying goods for the Gregorian calendar year.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Tomorrow is New Year's Day!

Uncle Wu followed the crowd into the supermarket. He had just walked a few steps when suddenly——

A sharp and severe cramping pain in my stomach!

Uncle Wu looked down subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

A dagger!

All he could see was a ten centimeter-long black handle, which was exposed on his stomach.

Wearing thick clothes in winter and being crowded with people, no one noticed anything unusual about Uncle Wu.

The bustling crowd crowded Uncle Wu and forced him to move forward.

Big beads of sweat fell from his forehead one by one, and the severe pain made his lips turn blue.

"Help! Help!" Uncle Wu shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was drowned in the noisy crowd.

He tried his best and shouted: "Help! Help me!"

Happy New Year songs were playing on the supermarket radio.

Employees in the promotion area hold up loudspeakers and shout out sales.

The crowd was talking to each other, laughing and playing.

Children are also chasing and laughing in the supermarket, laughing.

In the bustling atmosphere of the New Year, Uncle Wu tried his best to call for help, but the people around him seemed to completely ignore his existence.

It's like he ignored the voice of the masses without conscience and bent on making money.
Chapter completed!