Her voice couldn't help but choke. "It's my fault. I should have sent more people to protect them."
The man pretending to sell candied haws is a gangster and a desperate criminal. If Zaizai and the others fall into his hands, there is no telling what he will do.
When An Lan thought of this, she felt cold all over.
Song Xiunian patted her head and said, "I don't blame you. It has nothing to do with you."
A tall tree attracts the wind. Some dangers are unpredictable. You can prevent them temporarily, but not all the time.
Shi Che said, "Wait a little longer, there should be news soon."
…
In the dilapidated wooden house, a light bulb was hanging on the beam, swaying.
The lights flickered, as if it were haunted.
In the corner, An Ci and Shen Mo sat together against the wall. Eric was lying on the ground and had not woken up yet, which showed that he had eaten a lot of candied haws.
An Ci looked at him, still in the mood to joke, "He'll probably be traumatized by the sight of candied haws for the rest of his life."
Shen Mo laughed. Perhaps because this place was very secretive, the man tore off the tape on their mouths.
The man went to buy food, leaving Erpang outside to guard. There were only three of them in the wooden house.
Shen Mo asked in a low voice, "Zizi, how do you know there's something wrong with that candied haws?"
"I smelled it." An Ci smiled slyly, "I have a very sensitive nose."
After he finished speaking, the young man lying on the ground moved and slowly opened his eyes.
"woke up?"
Two pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time. Eric had just woken up and his brain was still not working. His memory was still stuck on the scene of him spitting out candied haws.
"Did you become stupid from eating candied haws?" An Ci kicked his foot.
Eric's eyes gradually focused, and he turned his head to look at An Ci and the others, noticing the hemp ropes tied around their hands and feet. "What's going on with you?"
Seeing his bewildered look, An Ci's lips twitched, "Kidnapping, haven't you seen that before?"
Kidnap or frame?
Eric's pupils dilated, and he realized belatedly that his hands and feet were also tied with hemp ropes. He struggled to sit up, startled, "Who is it? Who kidnapped us? Don't they want to live anymore? My dad is a count."
An Ci smiled wryly, "How about I give you a loudspeaker and you shout outside?"
If he shouts louder, the three of them will be dead.
Meeting her chilling gaze, Eric shrank his neck. Perhaps it was because he was beaten by his little cousin last time, he was always inexplicably afraid of this little cousin who was seven years younger than him.
"Do they want money?" He lowered his voice. "I have plenty of money. I can give it to them as long as they let us go."
An Ci pulled the corner of his mouth, half-smiled, "They don't want money."
"Then what do they want?" Eric asked in a daze.
An Ci teased him, "They want you to stay here and feed the pigs with sweet potatoes."
Although Eric was a bit thick-skinned, he was no fool. He glared at An Ci and said, "You're the one feeding the pigs."
After exchanging a few words with her, Enrique relaxed a little, but he was still a little scared. "So what should we do now?"
Shen Mo said calmly, "Wait."
An Ci glanced towards the door and whispered to Eric, "Don't talk nonsense later."
Before he could finish his words, the wooden door opened and a gust of cold wind blew in.
An Ci shuddered and saw that only Erpang came in, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Hey, you're awake too." Erpang walked in and glanced at Eric with a complicated mood.
This is the earl's son, and they captured him just like that.
Eric looked at him warily, his body unconsciously moving towards An Ci.
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