Gao Han's gaze moved from the bottom up, landing directly on the two blurry yellow talisman papers in the hollow eye sockets of the snowman.
This angle was so subtle that only she could see them. Even more astonishing was that the two pieces of talisman paper, just like real eyeballs, actually slowly turned a little within the large hollows of snow as she stared, shifting their angle!
——!!
This eerie paranormal event caused Gao Han to stiffen slightly, her usually flexible waist seeming to seize up, making her subsequent rise inevitably less smooth.
Her complexion turned ashen, and the judges watching from below shook their heads, feeling that her concentration was lacking. However, recalling that Gao Han had seemed a bit off just now, the judges didn't say much, assuming she was either not in good form or feeling unwell.
After all, humans, being nourished by a variety of grains, are bound to have their discomforts—it's understandable.
