When their eyes fell on the goose's bills, although they could hardly see it clearly, they still couldn't help but feel excited.
"Quick! Bring it to me!" Her anxiousness and zeal had gotten the best of her, causing her to talk so fast that the words clumped together in her throat in a log jam. However, the moment the words were spoken, Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that the goose could not come into the lane. If the goose got caught by the hands, they would be as good as dead.
"The goose said it's a piece of folded note," Puppeteer said.
"A note?" Lin Sanjiu quickly asked, "What's on it?"
"Words."
"So? Hurry up and ask the goose to read it out!" Lin Sanjiu yelled. She almost fainted from the adrenaline rush and Puppeteer's nonchalant attitude. Even though she had an abundance of Higher Consciousness, it still put plenty of strain on her. If she continued like this, she might not have enough to move, let alone maintain the Higher Consciousness Mimicry.
