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Chapter 136: Conspiracy (2)


A guilty conscience.

These words described Rong Jinhua's current mood, which was not false at all.

Facing Zhuo Yifan's brutal glance, she forced out a dry smile in embarrassment.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Zhuo Yifan responded to her with a smile, but his eyes were cold and ruthless.

Jinhua looked at him and had the illusion that if he said the wrong thing, he would lose his life. .

"I just have nothing to do, so I came to help Mr. tidy up the house."

Although she tried her best to keep her face calm, there was a veritable undercurrent surging in her heart.

When Zhuo Yifan didn't come back, she searched around the house.

Not to mention Gao Kuan's ashes, there wasn't even a chamber pot.

It is really unimaginable that a person who eats food and chopsticks would actually live in a house with only one bed and four white walls.

It is really a contradiction.

Zhuo Yifan is too hidden.

"I'm so busy."

Zhuo Yifan chewed on these three words and read them in a clear tone.

When Jinhua heard Zhuo Yifan imitating her words, her throat seemed to be pinched tightly by a pair of big hands.

She could not tell the lies without blushing as before, because Zhuo Yifan's eager eyes were really scary.

As he watched, Jinhua realized more and more that he was the fish on the chopping board, the lamb under the knife, and making up lies was just a useless struggle.

"Since Miss Rong is so busy, why not give me some help?"

Zhuo Yifan finally moved his eyes away.

Jinhua's anxious heart had just let go, but when she heard his words, she was lifted up again.

Zhuo Yifan's tone was full of tyranny that could not be rejected.

Jinhua stared at him, and when he saw his half-smiling expression, he immediately turned into a frost-beaten eggplant.

"Sir, if you are in need, Ronghua will do its best to help you."

Zhuo Yifan blinked, very satisfied with her answer, and then asked: "How much do you know about pastels?"

Jin Hua was a little stunned.

Pastel paint was too recent and usually couldn't be sold at a high price.

She didn't quite understand what Zhuo Yifan meant.

"Come with me."

Zhuo Yifan saw her puzzled face and spat out a sentence firmly.

Following Zhuo Yifan, she saw him taking her to the small courtyard.

Jinhua was new here, so her range of activities was very small and she didn't know the way.

However, Zhuo Yifan's steps were not slow, so she couldn't ask questions, so she had to follow, feeling in her heart Memorize the road silently.

Zhuo Yifan's Baobaoju has its own world.

The store facing the street seems to be a cover-up.

The yard behind the store is the real headquarters.

Zhuo Yifan took her around and walked into a small room.

When Jinhua entered the door, she couldn't help but breathe quickly.

The celadon vase containing the ashes was respectfully enshrined on the altar table in the hall.

Zhuo Yifan saw the expression on Jinhua's face.

He bowed to the tall person, and then lifted up the white cloth covering the altar table.

There is a shaft under the table.

The dark mouth of the well looked like a big mouth.

Jinhua looked at the big mouth, then looked at Zhuo Yifan, and suddenly felt a little panic in his heart.

Zhuo Yifan seemed to have been ready for a long time.

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He took out a thick hemp rope from the house, wrapped one end around his waist, and tied the other end to the doorpost.

He climbed under the altar first and used the rope to go into the well. climb.

After a while, I didn't know if Zhuo Yifan had reached the bottom of the well, but I heard a voice coming from the well: "You come down too."

Jinhua looked at the ashes on the altar table and became thoughtful.

Since Zhuo Yifan was in the well, it wasn't just right for her to leave holding Gao Kuan's ashes.

In fact, this idea is just Jinhua's wishful thinking.

As soon as she hugged the celadon vase, the door that was originally wide open was suddenly locked with a bang.

The lighted white candle seemed to have been blown by the wind, and all the flames were extinguished.

The bright room became dim and dark Cold.

With inexplicable fear rising in her heart, Zhuo Yifan was still calling her down the well, but there was something wrong with that voice.

After a bit of hesitation, Jinhua slowly put down the celadon vase.

While putting the celadon vase down, she paid attention to the movement of the door.

The bottle was put down, but the door remained closed.

"Pa."

A sound of slapping on the flesh suddenly sounded, and the cold wetness on her ankle made Jinhua's whole body stiffen.

She lowered her head and moved her eyes under the altar table, looking in the direction where her ankle was caught.

Suddenly, he met a pair of cold eyes.

"Why don't you come down?"

After hearing the question, Jinhua's rapid breathing calmed down.

It turned out that Zhuo Yifan had caught her, and just now she really thought she had seen a ghost.

"Come down now."

In response to Zhuo Yifan, Jinhua grabbed the rope and slid down.

The rope was extremely sticky and had a fishy smell that made people's heads swell.

But she didn't think much about it because Zhuo Yifan was still urging.

The walls of the well were made of green bricks, with a lot of moss growing on them.

Jinhua observed carefully while carefully climbing down the rope.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan standing at the bottom of the well waiting for her, Jinhua speculated that the well must be a dry well.

But the further she went down, the clearer she saw, the more frightened she became.

There were large holes on both sides of the well wall covered with green moss, and several corpses were piled at the entrance.

After stepping on the stone at the bottom of the well, Zhuo Yifan saw her coming down and nimbly drilled towards the hole on one side.

Jinhua rubbed his hand with a handkerchief, wiped off the dirt on his hand, and avoided the forest on the ground.

The white corpse followed Zhuo Yifan's butt into the hole.

She was scared, and she was even more scared when she saw those bones.

She was afraid that Zhuo Yifan would do something, and that she would stay at the bottom of the well like those bones forever.

But if you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you catch the tiger’s cubs?

Therefore, you still have to try the tunnel.

Zhuo Yifan was walking in front and slowed down when he saw Jinhua coming.

He waited for Jinhua to approach, stopped and warned: "You must do whatever I ask you to do.

Don't act rashly like before."

Jinhua knew that Zhuo Yifan knew that she had touched Gao Kuan's ashes, so she secretly thought about it and decided to remain silent and pretend to be dead.

Zhuo Yifan wanted to take him somewhere.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's back that seemed to be hidden in the darkness, the shadow of fear in Jinhua's heart became stronger.

Because Zhuo Yifan refused to light the lamp, they walked forward in the dark.

The darkness with no end in sight made the fear in their hearts swell little by little.

As they walked, Jinhua became a little dizzy.

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Zhuo Yifan walked fast, and the clothes he wore The color is also dark and difficult to identify in the tunnel.

Jinhua turned his head and looked behind him.

They had already gone a long way, and it was not a good idea to retreat at this moment.

My back suddenly felt itchy.

The more I scratched, the more itchy I felt, and I couldn't stop scratching.

But as she touched it, Jinhua felt something was wrong.

She grabbed a handful of hair, but her hairstyle was short.

"Mr.

Zhuo" Jinhua's heart was beating wildly, and she let go of her hand tremblingly.

There was also a little itch on her neck.

Zhuo Yifan didn't respond, and Jinhua didn't dare to move.

She felt someone touch her shoulder, and the touch was like a stone, which made her scalp numb with coldness.

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