Trafford’s Trading Club

After another busy day, Miss Zhang was so tired that she didn't want to move, so she simply asked for a single room in the hotel and planned to take a rest.

Invitations to the banquet guests have been sent out, the venue decoration is almost completed, and the various performers invited to add to the fun are basically ready.

But she herself hadn't thought about what she should give as a gift to celebrate her grandmother's birthday.

"You can't go to an online mall, right?"

But Zhang Qingrui, who was holding her mobile phone, was really browsing the mall on her mobile phone... Of course, she didn't really plan to shop online, she just wanted to look for inspiration.

At this moment, the mailbox suddenly prompted that there was a new email. Zhang Qingrui had several mailboxes, and they were basically distinguished, and who would give what kind of mailbox.

The mailbox she received the email at this moment was one she rarely used. It was basically the mailbox she used to contact her good friends.

The sender’s name reads ‘Zhang Qingrui’.

Miss Zhang couldn't help but be stunned... Although there were some people who knew her email address, she couldn't think of that old friend who would do such a boring thing after much thought.

She opened the email, and the first line of text was a date.

"This...isn't the time when I was in Ulaanbaatar?" Zhang Qingrui frowned and began to read the rest of the email with doubts.

"You are Zhang Qingrui. You have four bank cards, and the passwords are.... The time of your first menarche was in March when you were thirteen years old. You put away the blood-stained clothes that day and did not wash them as if it was... The memory is now hidden on the ceiling of your bedroom. When you were in the fifth grade of elementary school, you put a note writing your dream on the class's 'time capsule'. The dream you wrote was to become an adventurer..."

After basically reading two or three lines, Zhang Qinrui felt his hands and feet feel cold and his heartbeat quickened.

This is scary!

Anyone who sees such an email will find that the content inside actually lists all his or her unknown secrets...from childhood to adulthood, all of this!

The feeling that someone had been watching her every move and even her mental activities since she was a child made Zhang Qingrui's hair stand on end.

She didn't even have the courage to continue watching, but she had to continue watching Ai.

"...After telling so many secrets, I think you will be very scared now. But please don't be afraid. I said all this, not to scare you, I just want you to know that I am you. You yesterday ...I want to tell you something that you may have forgotten. Tell you the real scene that happened in the catacombs of Ulaanbaatar."

Feeling that her breathing was quickening, Zhang Qingrui took a deep breath and opened the next page of the email with trembling fingers.

Tomb Palace...Professor.

White wolf...the divine stone from heaven...Zhang Jiao...

Luo Qiu... Youye...

"Under my request, maybe I can retain part of the memory about the whole thing. I don't know how much I can retain in Luo Qiu's hands... Maybe I am greedy, I wrote quietly on the way back I downloaded these and set the time to send them on the day I receive the emails. Because I don’t know if I know these true thoughts too early, will I reveal any flaws and let Luo Qiu discover them? Take back these precious memories of mine at once. I don’t know if you, who saw this email, will be able to recall all of this clearly in the future. But I hope... this paragraph will be helpful to me and to you now. It is the memory of the most precious experience that can truly stay.”

I have read the email over and over again. After the third time, Zhang Qingrui still couldn't calm down for a long time.

She really had no memory of the content of the email, but compared to what she clearly remembered now, it seemed to be better able to explain everything she experienced in the underground palace.

She subconsciously recalled the strange scene that happened in school not long ago, a scene that she thought was a nightmare.

Later, word spread in the school that a skeleton was found under an old tree...

"If this is true, then do I have an incredible series of classmates?" Zhang Qingrui couldn't help but joke to herself.

She even subconsciously believed that this email was indeed something she had written to herself.

"But if these are true, even after a while, I'm afraid there is still no way for me to pretend that I don't know. When we meet, this magical classmate will not find out the flaw, right?" Zhang Qingrui couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She looked out the window, folded her legs and placed them on the couch, lying on her knees. It was bright outside, but she was thinking about the real story in the email... It seemed to be more memorable than the content of the story she remembered.

"Is your dream to be an adventurer..."

…

…

Punching to the flesh is probably what it feels like now.

It feels like all the internal organs in the body are stirring together. Ye Yan began to think of something to alleviate the pain he was suffering.

Of course, in this case, the easiest thing for him to think of was the guys he had caught. The situation after suffering the blow was probably the same as his current situation.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and every time his abdomen received a heavy punch, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

Careless.

Although I was always on guard, I always knew that this guy was a fierce person who had experienced the flames of war, and he tried his best during the actual fight, but in the end he still couldn't resist the opponent's terrifying fighting ability.

"As expected of Lyon's elite, there are not many people who can survive my punch."

kingkong.

Ye Yan raised his head and looked at this guy whose muscles were not as bulging as those of those wrestlers, but he underestimated the strength contained in this guy's body from the beginning.

Ye Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were covered by his sweat-wet hair, "You're not bad either. You deserve to be someone who has been active in the Middle East."

Kingkong sneered, suddenly reached out and grabbed Ye Yan's hair, came closer and said, "You know? I have only used three points of strength."

"Really? No wonder I feel something when I look at you." Ye Yan suddenly smiled, "Do you know what it feels like?"

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like a wild cat." Ye Yan laughed and said, "It turns out that you didn't try your best, which made me think you only had this much weight!"

Kingkong suddenly stopped talking, with a weird smile on his face, and suddenly punched Ye Yan. The fist did not hit Ye Yan directly, but grazed his cheek, and finally hit him hard. on the wall behind him.

Some gravel splashed from the wall hit the back of Ye Yan's head and neck, causing a slight sting.

Although he couldn't see it, he could imagine how much damage this guy's fist had caused to the wall.

How on earth did this guy train...that his flesh and blood body could actually break the wall with one punch?

At this time, kingkong sneered and still did not speak. He just took two steps back, crossed his arms and looked at Ye Yan's expression expressionlessly.

As if admiring it.

After a moment, Kingkong said slowly: "My patience has almost expired. If you still refuse to tell me, who helped you avoid being hunted and return home successfully... I won't be so polite next time."

This was probably what Ye Yan wanted to hear the most. He said slowly and with difficulty: "You... indeed let people go on our side."

"So what if you know?" Kingkong said calmly: "You can't get out of this place anyway."

Ye Yan also had to agree with what the other party said.

His hands were locked with special handcuffs and nailed to the wall separately. As for his ankles, there were also the same shackles... It was very quiet around here, and he hadn't heard any sound in the past few days since he was trapped. , but the sounds of animals can be heard at night, probably in the nearby mountains... I don't think they will be easily discovered.

Therefore, if nothing unexpected happens, he will probably die here.

…

"Thanks."

She moved her fingers slightly, and a sparrow resting on her fingers now fluttered its wings. The maid from the club watched the little sparrow go away before turning around.

Nearby are hills.

In front of him is a simple cement room. It's probably a resting place for people working on the mountain in the Forestry Bureau... No one has been here for a long time.

Walking on the rocky road, You Ye looked at her high heels and said, "Well...if I had known better, I would have changed my shoes before going out." (To be continued.)