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Then there was the sound of rusted pulleys sliding on the track.

These sounds that sound disturbing during the day, but when you listen to them in the dead of night and lose your vision, there is actually a creepy fear.

The young master's ears twitched, and he looked around with a black cloth soaked in tears.

Soon the footsteps sounded again, this time it was a person walking towards the young master with heavy and fast steps.

The heavy footsteps sounded like powerful drumbeats, hitting the young master's fragile nerves heavily.

Well, the young master understands that these people are not here to save him at all.

Self-help is the instinct of all animals, and the young master, who was driven to the extreme by fear, let out piercing screams one after another.

Those screams were muffled, and they sounded like the threatening whispers of beasts, which at first sounded like that.

It's a pity that the man who came over was not at all afraid of the bravado of the young master who was bound firmly.

The big hand pinched the young master's fragile nape, and the poor young master was like a cat whose neck had been pinched by fate, his whole body was stiff.

The young master didn't dare to act rashly anymore, for fear that the person pinching him would break his neck if he was in a bad mood.

The man didn't attack the fragile and fair neck like the young master thought, but took off the black blindfold and gag cloth roughly.

The gag was already soaked with tears, snot and saliva, and it was cold and disgusting in the hand.

The man threw the two pieces of cloth to the ground in disgust, and the sand and dust splashed hit the young master's calf.

"Damn, such a thick piece of cloth can be wet from crying, how capable of crying! Tsk, is he still a man?"

The man sneered, and grabbed the young master's neck like pulling a chicken.

In the young master's frightened and sharp screams like killing a chicken, he easily lifted the man to the front and was surrounded by the crowd in front of the man sitting on the chair.

About ten steps away from the sitting man who couldn't see his face clearly, the man let go of his hand and threw the young master who was carrying him to the ground.

Half of the young master's body was numb from the blow, and the tears that could not be stopped flowed down again in pain.He struggled to raise his head and looked at the person in front of him through his blurred vision.

The man sat at the junction of the dim light and the darkness, his entire upper body was hidden in the darkness, only two long legs in black dark striped trousers folded under the shadow of the dim light.

The young master bit his lower lip hard, and his wandering eyes fell on the man's slender calf.

Because of the folded legs, the trousers exposed the sharp ankle bones wrapped in black socks and the leather shoes with a little dust on the sole pattern.

The young master couldn't see the whole figure of the man clearly, but just by seeing such a leg, he could feel the frightening aura emanating from the man in the dark.

No matter how hard the young master racks his brains, he still can't remember that he has ever known or offended such a person.

He sniffed aggrievedly, looked at the man in the dark with eyes red from crying, and begged for help.

"Woooo, please let me go, woooo, I don't even know you, why did you arrest me? Woooooo, did you arrest the wrong person?"

"That's right, Mr. Wen Ling." The man in a black suit standing behind the man took a step forward.

The dim yellow light cast a shadow on his three-dimensional and pale face, coupled with the perfect smile on his lips, the white gloves on his hands and the straight standing posture, making him look like those cold and strange blood nobles in the Middle Ages.

"My master specially asked you to do me a favor, and I hope you can cooperate well." The man said slowly in a gentle and polite tone.

"Master?" The young master looked at the man sitting there in a daze. It happened that the hanging light bulb was swaying left and right by the wind, and the dim yellow light bulb swayed to the top of the man's head.

In just a split second, the young master could still see the man's face clearly.

His eyes widened in shock, a tear fell out of his eye socket and hung on his eyelashes, his terrified appearance was like a desperate little rabbit under the claws of an eagle, pitifully tight.

"It's you?!!"

The smell of porridge wafted from the open kitchen, and Yu Ci, who was sitting on the sofa wearing soft home clothes, yawned and glanced at the antique vertical clock beside him.

The long and sharp hour and minute hands formed an acute angle, and it was five minutes to eleven.

Yu Ci rarely felt a little sleepy, took a pillow and hugged it in his arms, and said lazily, "Lin Mo, I'm sleepy, I don't want to drink porridge anymore."

Two seconds later, Lin Mo's voice of rejection came.

"No. Sir, you didn't eat at night, and your stomach problem is cured. You must finish your porridge before going to bed."

"Hey." Yu Ci heaved a long sigh listening to Lin Mo's nagging, and just about to say something, the cell phone thrown on the sofa vibrated.

The mobile phone with the private number is on the coffee table, and the mobile phone with a working code is thrown on the sofa.Yu Ci didn't bother to move.

After hanging up automatically, a new round of vibrations started.After repeating this twice, Yu Ci was so annoyed that she fished out her phone, looked at the number of the video call, and raised her eyebrows.

The caller was the young master of the Wen family. Yu Ci hadn't received a call from the young master of the Wen family for a while, and was surprised when he saw it suddenly.

If it was Yu Ci from before, he would not answer this call at this time.

But these days, Yu Ci has been a little scared by Adrian, and the young master has a persistent look of beating me until you pick him up.

Yu Ci thought, forget it, let's see what kind of demon the young master wants to be.

Slender fingers flicked across the screen, and the screen suddenly went dark. Yu Ci frowned in confusion, and moved the phone to her eyes.

This time Yu Ci saw it clearly—the flickering dim yellow light hit the blond man who was tied to the wooden chair. The man's head was drooping on his chest, as if he was injured.

Yu Ci's heart clicked, and the lazy sleepiness in his eyes was swept away, and it was frighteningly cold.

"Wen Ling?" Yu Ci's voice was very flat, and at first it sounded flat without emotion.But after reacting for a moment, it was a bone-chilling chill.

A slender figure slowly came out of the darkness following Yu Ci's voice, and he stretched out his slender hands to pull up the bound man's bright blond hair.

Yu Ci could feel through the screen that the pulling force was so strong that it seemed to be able to peel off the scalp. Sure enough, the man who was pulling his hair up showed a painful and distorted face.

Those helpless blue eyes filled with mist broke through the screen like a sharp arrow, pierced through the bones, and pierced Yu Ci's heart.