Passing through a row of lush branches, I saw the rabbit stopped in front of the wisteria frame. The boy who had shot her with a slingshot before was sitting under the white pergola and crying.
He was crying and rubbing his eyes. The thin and weak little boy looked pitiful.
Wen Qiao walked towards her, and when she was about to reach the wisteria trellis, suddenly, her feet felt empty and she fell down.
No. 3 and Su Ce ran over but couldn't hold her back. Wen Qiao felt like she was falling into an abyss.
Fortunately, the pit was not deep, only about three meters, the height of a floor. She fell down with a loud bang, and was completely unprepared, and she fell heavily to the ground.
She felt a severe stinging pain on her body. She lowered her eyes and saw several bloody wounds on her arms for some unknown reason.
She never expected that there would be such a big trap in front of such a big house and on such an exquisite lawn.
What kind of evil taste does the Shen family have
What's wrong with this family
The pit was deep and narrow, and could only accommodate two people at most. The light was dim at the moment, so she struggled to stand up and reached out to support the wall of the pit.
"Hiss!" Wen Qiao suddenly retracted his hand, and his eyes, which had adapted to the dim light, saw that there were actually several small blades on the wall of the pit.
This is fucking...
So who dug the pit? Who placed these blades there
No wonder she had several wounds on her arms, it turned out they were all caused by these blades.
Su Ce and No. 3 ran to the pit entrance.
"Ah Qiao, are you okay?"
The blades were very sharp, and Wen Qiao was actually gasping in pain, but he was afraid that his uncle would worry, so he just said, "I'm fine."
Number Three: "I'll come down to save you."
Wen Qiao: "Just find a rope and pull me up."
The little boy who was crying just now now smiled and lay down at the mouth of the pit, saying, "One hundred and six."
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the eerie little boy: "What do you mean one hundred and six?"
"You are the one hundred and sixth person to fall into the trap. Most of them are girls. When they see me crying, they can't bear it and will come to comfort me."
Wen Qiao: …
Antisocial personality, huh
Why is it so dark
"Are you sick?" Wen Qiao couldn't help but ask.
The little boy's face was distorted, his eyes were gloomy, and he snorted as if he had suffered some great injustice, then turned around and ran away.
Wen Qiao: …
Number Three had asked the housekeeper to bring a hemp rope. Number Three let the rope down and pulled Wen Qiao up by himself.
Only then did Su Ce see the bloodstains on her arms. There were four bloodstains on her left and right arms. There were also two torn holes in her jeans, so she must have had injuries on her legs as well.
"how so?"
Wen Qiao touched his arm without caring: "There are small blades around it, it's scratched, it's okay, uncle, it's just a minor injury."
Su Ce looked at the butler Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen still had a formal smile on his face: "Young Master is naughty, I hope Miss Wen doesn't mind."
Su Ce's eyes were grim and he was pulled down by Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao: “…He’s always like this?”
Because he still needed the Shen family's help, Wen Qiao had to suppress his anger.
And Su Ce had to endure it because of Wen Qiao.
"The young master has a bit of a strange temper, but he really doesn't mean to hurt anyone."
Wen Qiao's eyebrows trembled. Is this what you call having no intention of hurting others
Do you have to stab someone in the heart with a knife to be considered as hurtful? It really makes people speechless.
Wen Qiao glanced at the little boy running straight to the mansion, with a complicated expression: "Really?"
(End of this chapter)