C15

Chapters 15 - 15 - Closed small attic

Father liked to collect some antiques, so once he got one, he would hold it in his palm for a few days to study it.

His mother, on the other hand, was extremely dissatisfied. "There are so many broken bottles all day, can you still treat them as food?"

While nagging, he brought the hot soup over.

At that time, his father took the gourd bottle and said to his daughter who was still confused, "Little Sheng, your mother doesn't know what's good for her. The gourd sounds like a fruit with a melon in front of it, and it has the meaning of 'tens of thousands of generations'. Look at the patterns on it, even the decorations in the Qing Palace are so detailed and beautiful. "When you get married in the future, Dad will give this pair of treasures to you as your dowry."

Yan Sheng was very happy as she waved her small hands, "Wow, wow, wow! Daddy's the best! "

The mother spat on the side, "Stop talking nonsense. When our daughter is getting married in the future, I will definitely want to give her the best thing I have." "You are the most pathetic one. How dare you show such a bottle of the Qing dynasty!"

"Look, you are definitely biased! And against me! I love my daughter. I gave her the treasure I love, and now I've become a sinner! " Father was always reluctant to give in.

"You stubborn donkey's temper. Just a single word from you would cause you to be wronged!"

The two usually bickered, but they loved each other dearly.

Now, she couldn't even hold back this tiny bit of yearning!

"The Yan Family lady said that she would need to use a special method when there's a special situation."

Mei Fang placed her hands on her waist, trying to let the unconscious Yan Sheng be tied up.

There was a timid person at the side who poked Yan Sheng. Seeing that she had no reaction, she was afraid and asked, "Big sister Fang, did we hit him too hard just now? Did we kill him?"

Mei Fang snorted, using her leg to poke at the unconscious Yan Sheng, he said, "I'm not completely dead yet, I'm just passed out, what are you afraid of!"

"That's not it. Look at the amount of blood on her head. It can't be that her life was lost, right?"

Mei Fang laughed, "If there really is a life, and that bottle was yours to take, and he was smashed by you, it has nothing to do with us."

"Big Sis Fang, don't scare me!" I only have that little bit of wages every month, the old and the young in the family, they all depend on me alone to support them! You were the one who ordered me to come here! "How could something happen and all of the blame be placed on me!"

Mei Fang walked over, and patted on his other companions who were still in a state of shock: "I was just joking with you, don't be so agitated. Just look at how little blood you've lost and it's all stopped. Don't try to scare yourself if there's anything wrong with you. Furthermore, if you really kill the person in front of you, Yan Family will definitely treat you as her benefactor! "

When the time comes, you will become the great benefactor of the Yan Family's Mistress. You will certainly have to eat and drink to your heart's content. Go and enjoy yourself! "

"Hurry up and stop joking with me. Send the person over to the loft first."

Upon hearing these words, everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere immediately eased up by quite a bit.

In a dark and gloomy attic.

This was an inconspicuous corner of the Ming Wan villa. At first, it was used to store some junk, but gradually, it became abandoned.

The wooden floor could not bear the weight of these people and issued an ear-piercing creaking sound.

Mei Fang opened the door with the key, and the dust that had assaulted them made them cough.

"What a crappy place, even the lights are broken!" "Just stand here and throw her in. Let's not go in there and save ourselves the dust."

As a result, they casually threw Yan Sheng who was tied up to the ground.

Mei Fang spoke a few more words before locking the door again and bringing the few of them away.

"Hmm."

Yan Sheng's entire body was in extreme pain. Being thrown onto the floor like a sandbag felt extremely unpleasant, she slowly woke up with a groan.

The dust that was rising all around entered her nose, eyes and mouth. Yan Sheng felt an itch in his throat and started to cough uncontrollably.

The blood on his head was already half dry, but when he turned his head, it hurt so much that the blood froze on his collar and face. The sticky smell of blood, combined with the musty, rotten smell from all around, made him feel nauseous.

There was no light, but the only small window allowed the cold moonlight to shine through, allowing her to see her surroundings through the faint light.

There were a few tables and chairs with a layer of dust covering them, as well as some messy water bottles and broom. However, the dust was all over them. It seemed like no one had cleaned this attic in a long time.

With her sharp eyes, she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a shovel in the corner, about three or four meters away.

If the edges of the shovel had been sharp enough, they might have been able to cut off the rope that bound her.

Yan Sheng moved, she wanted to stand up, but her hands were tied behind her back, her feet were also tied up. She tried a few times, but in the end, she decided to give up.

The pain from the wound on his head made Yan Sheng unable to think.

She was so slow that she was like an insect crawling on the floor. Yan Sheng tried his best to make sure that his movements were not too wide, or else he wouldn't be able to get used to the taste of the dust that was rising up, as if his entire face was covered with flour.

A short distance of three to four meters, to Yan Sheng, felt like a century had passed.

Carefully, with her back to the shovel, she groped her way to the edge of the shovel and brought the rope she was holding to the handle. She could not see what was going on behind her, but she could hear the rustling sound, inch by inch, and she knew there was hope.

With a sound, she finally cut the rope in Yan Sheng's hand.

As for the panting Yan Sheng, who was completely exhausted, he also fainted as well.

In the afternoon of the second day, Yan Sheng was awakened by her own thirst.

The red marks on her wrists still hadn't faded. She sat up, pulled out the rope from her body, and threw it to the side. She slept, and the pain in her body became worse, as if she had been beaten up several times last night.

He was thirsty and hungry, and even his head was dizzy. Yan Sheng walked over to the wooden door and tried to pull it open, but it showed signs of loosening. If she tried harder, she might be able to kick the door open.

Yan Sheng did not even have the time to take a step before she heard someone call out in a low voice: "Miss Yan Sheng? Miss Yan Sheng? Are you in there? "

Whose voice was it? Could it be that Yan Mo Mo is going to play some new trick again?

Through the gap of the wooden door, he could vaguely see the shadow of a slightly thin servant.

"Who are you?" Yan Sheng's eyes were full of caution.

Yan Sheng's body was stained with blood, and even her face was dried up. Furthermore, his entire body was covered with grey dust, making him look extremely miserable.