Lin Sanjiu stood rooted to the ground for a few seconds. She finally digested the fact.
She was really a bag of potato chips.
It was a very strange feeling. Even though her mind told her that she was sitting on one of the shelves in the form of a bag of potato chips, she couldn't feel her stomach being filled with potato chips even after she tried to move her body. She felt that her body was somehow heavy and she couldn't feel her limbs anymore.
As she endured the fact, she forced herself to calm down and tried her best to think of a way out.
She was probably not the first person to be turned into a bag of potato chips. Now that she didn't even have her limbs, she naturally couldn't use her ability. If all the snacks on the shelf were once posthumans, would she return to her original form if she fell off the shelf?
Perhaps, it was all because of this shelf?
Even though her body was so heavy that it felt like she had lost her limbs, she could still move a little if she exerted all her strength …
Lin Sanjiu made up her mind. She gritted her teeth — if she still had teeth — and pulled herself forward with all her might. It was just a simple movement, but even though she had used all her strength, the distance she moved was so small that there was almost no difference.
Feeling exhausted, Lin Sanjiu took a breather and rested for a while before she fell forward again. This time, Lin Sanjiu could feel herself leaning forward a little. But before she could rejoice, she felt something hanging on her side. Then, a shadow moved along with it.
The bag of chips beside her fell to the ground with a "Pak" sound.
Lin Sanjiu immediately stared at it. Lin Sanjiu's heart was in her throat, and she didn't dare to blink. She could even see the date of manufacture on the packet clearly. The packet of chips was slightly dented from the fall, but under Lin Sanjiu's watchful eyes, it slowly bulged back up.
However, it didn't show any signs of transforming into a human.
Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to try jumping down again, she heard footsteps coming from the other side of the shelf. That person didn't walk fast. Accompanied by some strange clattering sounds, he walked steadily. When Lin Sanjiu heard the sound, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Puppeteer is here!
Perhaps he had heard her, or perhaps he was suspicious of her long absence; but at any rate, if he came, there was hope of her being saved.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. They were heading towards the food rack. Soon, a shadow walked out from the end of the shelf.
Since she couldn't turn her head to look, Lin Sanjiu could only try her best to look out of the corner of her eye and prick up her ears to listen. From the corner of her eye, she saw the black figure slowly walking toward her. Finally, it was right in front of her.
Lin Sanjiu froze. She froze, unable to move. She did not dare to move.
The person in front of her was not Puppeteer.
It did look like a human. It had a head, a torso, and four limbs. Its body was wrapped in a layer of bright red plastic paper, the texture of which was similar to a bag of chips. However, the exposed face and skin were yellow in color, dry and shriveled, and covered with blisters and pores.
One had to use a bit of imagination to see some vague traces of facial features on this bumpy, uneven, flat face. However, when Lin Sanjiu looked at him for a while, she found his face strangely familiar for some reason.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she felt its "eyes" — which were actually two crooked, asymmetrical bubbles — glance in her direction. Then, it lowered its head and looked at the bag of chips on the floor.
"I dropped it," it mumbled in a crisp voice, "It dropped on the floor and got covered in dust. I can't sell it."
Then, it stretched out a similarly yellow, pimple-covered hand, grabbed the bag of chips, and picked it up.
"If I can't sell it, I'll eat it myself," the yellow, flat humanoid said happily. Its voice was crisp, and it even made a few crunching sounds. As it spoke, it pinched the jagged edge of the packaging. Just like any human who wanted to eat chips, it interlaced its hands, and the packaging immediately made a "squeaking" sound, as if the skin of the meat was being torn apart.
Lin Sanjiu thought she heard a wail. Her heart skipped a beat, but the sound disappeared as if it had never existed.
When she turned to look at the bag again, she saw that there was a tear in the bag. Only then did she realize that the bag of chips was much thicker and more resilient than she had imagined. Looking at the torn part, not only was there a thick layer of red flesh-like substance mixed with a few yellow and white layers, there were even strands of it attached to the main body of the bag. It looked as if the fascia under the skin had been torn apart.
The flat humanoid looked into the bag, reached in, and grabbed a handful of it. Then, he fished his hand out. On his palm, which barely had the shape of a hand, lay dark red flat pieces that looked like dried organs. The flat humanoid picked up one of the red pieces that was connected to a few thick blood vessels and stuffed it into one of the holes in its face.
"Spicy," the flat humanoid didn't chew much, but half of its face was quickly dyed red. "I like this Mexican spicy."
Lin Sanjiu, who was trying her best to lean forward a moment ago, used all her strength to lean back. She was afraid that she would accidentally fall down and be "stained with dust", and then be eaten by the flat man again.
The bag of chips produced in 1993 was quickly finished.
The flat humanoid threw the empty bag to the side. Instead of leaving, it seemed to have been aroused. The two asymmetrical holes in its face slowly swept across the shelf as it mumbled, "Cucumber flavor, mustard flavor, tomato flavor … Hmm?"
It stopped in front of Lin Sanjiu. "Chicken onion flavor? This flavor should be delicious. "
At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Lin Sanjiu's mind. However, she couldn't use any of her abilities, and all her Special Items were stored in her card deck. The only thing she could use was her Higher Consciousness.
The glistening yellow flat person slowly raised a hand amidst the crisp sound of a crack.
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