Beneath the eaves of a secluded building, Lin Qianqian clasped her phone in both hands and stared at the screen, her expression strange and sour. She didn't need to think twice to know that Jiang Cheng, that little bastard, wouldn't help her out of the goodness of his heart. There had to be a scheme behind it.
But she had no choice but to go.
All along the way, Lin Qianqian had been psyching herself up. But when she finally arrived and saw the pits scattered across the ground, along with the loose soil that had been dug up, she couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Her spot was impossible to miss. The number 8 was clearly written on a sheet of white paper, held down by a silver coin. A gust of night wind made the edges of the paper flutter.
Lin Qianqian slowly shifted her gaze to the spot right beside hers, No. 8, and the tool her Brother Jiang Cheng had left for her.
It was a tool shaped like a spade. Its sharp end was stuck diagonally into the ground, though not very deep, while its wooden handle pointed toward her. All she had to do was take two steps forward and pick it up. It looked very handy.
But Lin Qianqian didn't dare use it. She didn't even dare touch it. She was certain there was a trap involved.
She turned and headed for the hoe Jiang Cheng had said was suspicious. Just like Yuan Shanyuan, Lin Qianqian soon caught the stench of blood from its sharp end.
"Is he trying to let me in on part of the trap so I'll let my guard down? That's such a clumsy trick."
Lin Qianqian knew that she and Jiang Cheng, Wang Fugui, and the others were now openly