Guan Yan felt pain all over her body, and the pierced scapula almost took half her life. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, but her pale lips did not let out a word of begging for mercy.
She looked at the deserted underground dungeon, listened to the damp and cold sound of water dripping, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in her throat.
She couldn't help it and spat out black blood through gritted teeth.
Guan Yan's hands were hung above his head at this moment, and he had no way to wipe off the blood stains on his mouth. He moved his neck uncomfortably and said hoarsely, "Tsk, what bad luck."
She didn't expect Nike and Uncle Ya to betray her.
The man who had once risked his life to save her seemed like a different person and even tampered with her tea.
I feel very complicated when I look at the inkstone.
She could probably guess why the two of them were being controlled by Nie Qingru.
Nie Qingru must have used those people in the slums to threaten Nike, forcing them to come to the illegal area to set up a trap to capture him.
She doesn't hate Nike for making the choice.
She just couldn't forgive.
Obviously, if they just contacted her and explained the situation in the slums to her, she could find a way to help solve the problem.
But neither Nike nor Uncle Ya did that... When it came to the critical moment, they only believed in themselves and not her.
Guan Yan remembered that she had once been deeply moved by that man, and she gave a wry smile. She was glad that she had not told the other party about her feelings due to her dangerous status as a wanderer, otherwise she would look even more pitiful now.
The slight movement of her smile pulled the wound again. Guan Yan moved his teeth again and observed the surrounding environment.
There was only a dim light in the dark cell. The bulb was covered with a lot of dust, and the light was gray.
She could only see what was happening within ten meters of herself.
There were leaks and cobwebs everywhere, and it was obvious that no one had used it for a long time. In front of her was a row of grim torture instruments, some of which were covered in blood.
These were the torture instruments she had just experienced.
… The rest will never be seen again.
Guan Yan smiled bitterly when she saw this. She didn't know if this was a rare opportunity for the hidden family and Nie Qingru to "utilize" this place. But it was obvious that her current situation was too miserable and she was not qualified to care about these things.
**
It's completely dark outside.
Shadow came out of the dark cell and went back to his room to take a shower, change into clean clothes, and then went to the manor to find his master.
When he went in, someone just went out.
The two parties met.
The man lowered his eyelids and greeted him fearfully: "Master Shadow."
"Um."
Shadow passed him by and went straight in to look for someone.
…
This manor has been idle for a long time, and the decoration inside is all in luxurious European palace style according to Nie Qingru's preferences.
In the center of the living room, a huge crystal chandelier hung down in layers, reflecting a brilliant beauty in the light. It was the gorgeous and decadent style that Nie Qingru had always liked.
Shadow walked closer on the cold marble floor and saw the usually strong woman sitting on a European-style sofa with her eyes closed, pressing her temples.
There was undisguised fatigue on his face.
Shadow's heart moved, and he lowered his head quickly with some discomfort and shouted: "Queen, I'm here."
The person on the sofa didn't respond.
"The Queen?"
"..." Nie Qingru is old, and his spirit is inevitably not good. In addition, he has been worrying about the affairs of Beijing City and Zhai Xicheng during this period of time. He has aged a lot visibly.
(End of this chapter)