Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three

After Song Qingxiao climbed up, panting against the cliff.

At the moment when Mr. Zhou let go, he lost the support of protection, and he was shocked, and his hands were instinctively scratching.

He was lucky. He fumbled with his hands. When he lifted the locked silver code box, the box was thrown up, hitting the tree with a'clang', and the box slipped over with a'wish', and the chain just happened to be Hanging in the middle of the branches.

When Mr. Zhou fell again, the silver suitcase was horizontal, and it happened to jam the tree.

After the chain was tightened, the sound of ‘clang’ stopped Mr. Zhou’s downward speed.

"Ah..." Although Mr. Zhou's body stabilized, his mouth screamed heartily.

He locked the box with his wrist, and after the box got stuck, he slid down on the moss.

The bones of the wrist cannot bear this weight, the bones in the wrists make a frightening tearing sound, and the fracture of the bones can be clearly seen from the skin of the wrists.

The lock slipped to the bone of his hand and got stuck, plucking off a large piece of skin, blood slowly oozing out of the tender and white flesh, and rolling down ‘pattered’.

"Ahhhhh..."

Just looking at the injury can imagine the intense pain.

Mr. Zhou's face was as pale as golden paper for an instant, and he was almost fainting under such severe pain.

His body couldn't help but began to twitch, but under the strong will to survive, he still screamed a few times before trembling and began to kick up his legs, trying to relieve the pressure on his hands.

‘Chh, Chh’, he breathed heavily, cold sweat spread out, and after a few kicks, his feet lifted the moss off the ground a little, and finally climbed nearly ten centimeters upwards.

The stretched chain was bent down, and the box stuck in the middle of the treetop had room for maneuver, and fell again with a clang.

Shaking and climbing to the tree, he no longer had the strength, and the pain made his movements stiff and sluggish.

The box was still stuck in the middle of the treetops, his arms were on the chain, and his palms drooped at an abnormal angle, as if he had lost consciousness.

The blood ran down his wrist. Mr. Zhou tried to lift his other hand several times to remove the box, but every time he lifted his arm, he seemed to be involved in the wound. After several times, his nose and tears flew, like He was exhausted, and had to adjust his body carefully, sitting with his back against the treetop, and looking at Song Qingxiao who was sitting on the side of the cliff vigilantly.

Mr. Zhou couldn't maintain the dignity of the rich at this moment, his face turned blue, and his lips were still trembling because of the pain.

His hair was soaked in sweat and firmly attached to his scalp and cheeks.

He was shivering uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of evil birds and murderous intent.

After the two are temporarily safe, they have the opportunity to check their surroundings.

This is an edge of the cliff, about two meters long, rather narrow, about seventy or eighty centimeters away.

The place is not big, it can be scanned almost at a glance.

The top is not stable and slope-shaped, and the edges are covered with moss. An unknown low tree grows on the edge of the cliff. The tree is not high, but the main branch is extremely thick and firmly rooted in the cliff's rock gap.

It is for this reason that when she fell with Mr. Zhou, she fortunately ran into the tree and broke the branch, but she was still blocked by the tree, and fell onto this narrow platform, temporarily saving Zhou. Mr.'s life.

The canopy is not dense, and the branches are crushed a lot, making it even more sparse.

There are some unknown red berries sparsely on the tree, each about the size of a longan, and they are very colorful.

Mr. Zhou was leaning against the tree, because Song Qing's eyes were still trembling, causing some of the broken branches and leaves on the treetop to make a sound of ‘so-so’ because of his actions.

Song Qingxiao sat with his back against the cliff, breathing heavily.

She could feel Mr. Zhou's gaze, and she ignored it for the time being, but took a dagger and looked at it.

The handle of the dagger was slightly warm, but what surprised her was that the tip of the dagger was not broken in the slightest.

Previously, she inserted the dagger into the cliff in order to slow down her falling figure. When Mr. Zhou fell down and grabbed her, the falling power of the two dragged the dagger down.

At that time, when the tip of the dagger struck the stone, there was a piercing sound, and sparks flew everywhere. In this case, the capital of the dagger was not damaged. What is the origin of this dagger?

She was panting, her expression uncertain.

What is certain at present is that this dagger is extraordinary, and such a thing is not something ordinary people can have.

But if this dagger is extremely special, the person who owned it at the beginning must be extraordinary.

He was of ordinary origin and depended on his mother for life. Apart from having a father with a criminal record, there was nothing worthy of attention. Why was he killed in the first place?

She has no enemies. She has been following the rules since she was a child. Is she intentional? Is it a coincidence? Or was it an accident, it's just that the man suddenly wanted to kill on a whim, and he just happened to run into it?

Several thoughts flashed in Song Qing's mind in an instant, before she had time to study it carefully, she keenly caught the sound of her clothes fumbling.

She raised her head vigilantly, such a subtle movement was enough to make Mr. Zhou out of fright.

He has a murderous intent on these testers. They are outstanding, and they are of unknown origin. They know each other, and they are most likely organized groups.

After his goal was achieved this time, he wanted to kill others.

Song Qingxiao should also be aware of this.

If there are a lot of people and the wolf class is beside him, Mr. Zhou is naturally fearless.

But now the two fell to the same place at the same time, and there was no one else beside him. Song Qingxiao's every move made Mr. Zhou tremble.

This woman has great strength, not to be underestimated, he swallowed his saliva, killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his hands trembling slowly leaned into the skirt of his clothes.

Song Qingxiao didn't miss Mr. Zhou's subtle movements. She pursed her lips and turned her gaze on Mr. Zhou~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then fell on the box he hung on the treetop.

As soon as she stared at him, Mr. Zhou's scalp tightened, and a bad premonition surged into his heart. Seeing Song Qing's small gesture, his cheeks twitched like a frightened quail:

"Sit down!"

While he was speaking, his hand touched his chest, as if he had touched the backbone:

"Sit down!" The successive encounters seemed to defeat Mr. Zhou's composure. He quickly changed his mind: "Return to the previous position!"

He took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed the muzzle at Song Qingxiao. Even though his face was extremely ugly, he raised the corner of his mouth as much as possible, showing a sly and proud smile:

"Kneel down, turn your back to me, be honest."

Turning your back to him at this time is tantamount to seeking death.

Of course Song Qingxiao couldn't do this. She even laughed when she heard Mr. Zhou's words.

This laugh seemed to irritate Mr. Zhou, his face first showed an anger, and then it turned into a stern:

"Huh..." He was holding back the pain, and every word seemed to be quite difficult:

"I didn't want to kill you so early."

There was a cold look in his eyes, "But now..."

Before Mr. Zhou's words fell, his fingers on the trigger were not yet exerted. On the top of the tree behind him, a branch seemed to come alive, quietly bending down, and leaning on Mr. Zhou's shoulder. He opened his mouth with a sound, and spit out the bright red letter.

People have incredible acumen in life and death, and so does Mr. Zhou.

When he was about to kill Song Qing's child, his scalp numb, the wind, heartbeat, and his gasping interference, he keenly caught the subtle'hiss' sound, turned his head instinctively, and happened to match it. I didn't know when the snake had sneaked up on his shoulder.