If anyone dares to bring an extra person, or attempts to ambush, don't blame me for sacrificing her life and crushing her in this dark night. When the forest is stained with blood, you will have no one to blame but yourself.

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, like iron strokes and silver hooks. Every stroke seemed to contain endless killing intent, yet it also exuded a chilling and sinister aura.

Every word seemed to be written in blood, exuding a heavy aura of death.

Like sharp daggers, they pierced straight into Qin Qianluo's heart, instantly filling it with fear and worry.

The eerie atmosphere seemed to emanate from the note, permeating the entire room and sending a chill down everyone's spine, as if they were in an ice cellar.

Qin Qianluo's eyes were fixed on the silk handkerchief in her hand, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through it.

The delicate texture on that silk handkerchief, like the marks etched by time, was deeply imprinted on her eyes.

The exquisite embroidery, like a delicate painting, perfectly showcases the unique taste of Su Jinyun.

The faint fragrance unique to Su Jinyun, like a wisp of a ghost, lingered around her nose, unequivocally confirming that this was indeed Su Jinyun's item.

An overwhelming sense of panic, like a surging tide, instantly engulfed her completely.

It was as if a pair of invisible and powerful hands were gripping her heart tightly with an irresistible force, and every pull caused her excruciating pain.

Her breathing became rapid and erratic, her chest heaving violently, as if she were in a turbulent sea, about to be swallowed up by the merciless waves.

She was extremely anxious, her mind a jumbled mess of emotions, with worries and fears running rampant like wild horses.

Unable to contain herself, she silently asked, "Yunbao, why didn't you tell me Jinyun was kidnapped?"

Before hearing Qin Qianluo's desperate and angry question, Feng Qingyun also thought that the abduction of Su Jinyun was utterly absurd.

It's like a fairy tale; there's almost no chance it will happen.

Su Jinyun has always been known for her intelligence and quick wit. Her wisdom is like the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, always able to keenly perceive opportunities in complex situations.

Her skills are also extraordinary; she can always handle difficult situations with the agility of a dragon, as if nothing can defeat her.

But when Qin Qianluo's desperate words struck like a heavy hammer, her heart sank, as if a boulder had suddenly pressed on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

She dared not delay and hurriedly went to check.

In an instant, her once delicate and lovely face, as beautiful as a peach blossom in early spring, lost all color.

It turned as pale as snowflakes falling in winter, like a delicate flower ravaged by the merciless frost, so fragile that a gentle breeze could blow it away.

Her body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if she were in a freezing, icy place.

Every inch of my skin was chilled to the bone, and my soul trembled in the cold.

His voice trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, filled with endless fear and unease, as if he would be swept away by the raging storm of terror at any moment.

He said, "Luo Bao, once we leave the capital, we will never see Su Jinyun's every move again."

Even on the light screen, there was no trace of her whatsoever, as if she had vanished from the world without leaving a single clue.

I'm afraid... I'm afraid it really was Yu Ying who secretly plotted and kidnapped her with her unfathomable methods.

However... thankfully, it seems that Su Jinyun is not in immediate danger.

Her destiny book didn't turn red, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's words, Qin Qianluo felt as if a sharp lightning bolt had cleaved through the clear sky of her heart, followed by a thunderous shock that crashed down upon her like a tidal wave.

Her body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible and immense force, and she felt as if she were being slowly tortured.

Every inch of skin and every nerve was assaulted by excruciating pain.

The brain felt as if it had been ravaged by a fierce hurricane, and the originally orderly thoughts were instantly shattered into fragments, like flying debris, which could no longer be pieced back together.

She stood there, frozen in place, her eyes vacant and lifeless, like a dried-up deep pool, her lips trembling uncontrollably, like a withered leaf shivering in the autumn wind.