C60 (1/2)

Xiao Yuelin shook his head. He told Han Yong that if the wall was thick enough, he wouldn't be able to tell if it was empty behind the wall or not by hitting it with his hand.

Han Yong was surprised. In the end, it was better to be a professional. Being an amateur, he felt like he was making a fool out of himself.

Xiao Yuelin stood in the middle of the basement, raised his head and looked around, and then looked at the broken thick iron chain, feeling a sense of unease in his heart. How much strength did it take to break it, and the tunnel that was forcefully dug out below, it was likely that even Xiao Meng Han, who built this place, did not expect it.

Han Yong's gaze also fell on the underground cage that had a hole dug in the middle. He felt a kind of fear in his heart as it expanded.

Seeing the bloodstains on the stones, Han Yong's body was so weak that he had no strength left. If something were to happen to her, he would be an accomplice.

She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead as she raised her head to look at Xi Zhou. He was still lying behind her, holding her in half.

This place wasn't the basement, but the four walls were still cold and hard. There was no blanket beneath her, only the cold and hard ground. She struggled to get up, but a burst of pain made her cry out in pain.

He, who had just fallen asleep behind her, suddenly opened his eyes wide. He discovered that something was wrong with her. Her trembling body, her wrinkled face, and her hands tightly holding her stomach.

Roar! Roar! He got anxious and quickly stood up to take off her clothes. She refused to take a look. She stared at him with eyes full of resentment, pain, and disgust.

Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly wanted to cry. She was in so much pain, but he still wanted to bully her?

Roar, roar, he got up in a hurry and paced back and forth. He rarely felt uncomfortable and his stomach rarely hurt, so he endured the pain and waited until it didn't hurt. However, looking at her weak and painful appearance, he felt that it was a hundred times more painful than his own pain.

In the empty confined space, only the sound of his big feet stomping back and forth could be heard. Mo Xiaoxiao no longer had the strength to scream, all of her strength had been pulled away by the pain. His furry figure became further and further away from her line of sight, finally disappearing into the darkness.

In the end, Jing Xiaoxiao fainted from the pain. Her body lay there like a doll with its master.

He ran over and slapped her with his big hairy hands. She didn't open her eyes and stare at her like she used to. He was so anxious that he could no longer care about anything else. He raised his head and looked around him anxiously. His originally pitch-black eyes were now completely red.

Other than the closed wall, he could find nothing else that would make her better.

Just as Xiao Yuelin and Han Yong were about to leave the basement, a painful growl suddenly came from the basement, causing their figures to tremble.

This is? Their gazes met in the air. They didn't say anything, but they all knew what had happened.

When Silent Dye woke up again, she didn't feel any pain in her stomach. It was just that she felt a little uncomfortable. What she felt wasn't cold, but warmth and a sense of security.

It was as if someone was affectionately calling her name by her ear. It was so gentle, just like her mother. When she was young, she often dreamt that her mother would call her name in her dreams.

”Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan.”

Jing Xiaoxiao struggled to open her eyes. In the dim light, she saw a woman smiling at her. The corner of her lips moved, and she almost blurted out that phrase.

”You are?” ”Aunt Hong.”

”It's me. Xiao Yan, are you okay?” Qiu Hong choked with sobs. She held the emaciated little hand of Mo Xiaoxiao with one hand and pulled up the blanket for her with the other.

”This is?” Mo Xiaoxiao blinked, and everything in her mind fell backwards. Her face instantly turned pale. Her body trembled as she struggled in panic, ”He … He …” The ape-man.

Qiu Hong's eyes became hot and she hurriedly hugged Jing Xiaoxue to comfort her, ”Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, it's me. It's Aunt Hong. Don't be afraid. You're having a nightmare.”

”Me?” Mo Xiaoxiao looked down at her finger. There was a scab mark on it. She was not having a nightmare, she was having a real event.