Chapter 80 The Missing Wooden House



Having said that, he resolutely took a step forward.

Even though Leng Pusheng was worried, there was nothing he could do.

Even if he finds out where this person is hiding, they will remain at a disadvantage as long as they don't see Wei Xin.

Now he could only follow behind Wei Wei and move forward. When they were almost at the wooden house, he handed the silver notes in his hand to Wei Wei.

The cabin wasn't very big, and since it was backlit and had no windows, when you opened the door and looked inside from the outside, it was as dark as a rat hole in the ground.

"Xin'er?" she called tentatively, but there was no sound inside.

It seems that Wei Xin really wasn't imprisoned there.

For a moment, she really couldn't imagine who was behind this and what their purpose was.

She clenched her fists tightly, and after confirming that Leng Pusheng was no more than ten feet away from her, she stepped inside.

Inside, you could only vaguely see a table and two stools.

He clearly didn't intend to go any further inside, but there was a sachet on the table.

That was something Wei Xin carried with him; Xiao Qiao'er had specially sewn it for her young master.

Startled, she quickly walked over and picked it up.

It was covered in dust and had a tear in it.

Was Wei Xin injured?

Wei Wei was so anxious that her head felt heavy.

She felt very dizzy.

This sachet is special!

Her eyes widened suddenly! Wei Wei opened her mouth as if to call out to Leng Pusheng, but at that moment, the sound of fighting came from outside.

Wei Wei struggled to stay upright, and just as she turned her head, a handkerchief was tightly covered over her mouth and nose from behind.

In her last moments before she lost consciousness, she wondered, "There's no entrance or exit in this wooden house, so why did someone suddenly appear behind me?"

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