Darkness flowed through her like freshly melted ice water, soaking Ling'er's body into a cold. She let out a soft "um" and reached for the quilt, but when her fingers touched something as hard, she quickly retracted.

Her head hurt dullly, and Ling'er suddenly woke up......

She wasn't in her own bed, and certainly not from her sleep, she was taken captive, and before she was taken away, something hit her on the head, so she passed out.

What was it that took her captive? Ling'er knew it in her heart, but now, she didn't dare to think about it carefully. She was afraid that once she figured it out, that thing would take up every inch of space in her head, making her unable to think anymore.

But the human mind is very strange, and the more unwilling to recall something, the more uncontrollably it drills into the head. Therefore, when Ling'er tried to figure out her current situation, a pair of eyes slowly floated in her mind, a pair of clear yellow eyes that seemed to have been drawn by a pen.

Those eyes stared straight at her, as if to see the depths of her heart......

"Ahh

Ling'er screamed unconsciously, her voice was not loud, but the echo quickly turned back from all directions and rushed back into her ear.

Why is there an echo? Ling'er felt her heart beat slower suddenly, and she forced herself to compose, carefully raising her arm and reaching forward.

She touched the hard object again, and even made a "hiss" sound when her fingertips ran over it. So she held her breath and made a few more strokes in other directions, including the top of her head.

Everywhere your fingers can reach it, it's hard walls.

Ling'er stared wide-eyed and thought for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that she was locked up, locked in a huge box, because she had just touched a gap, which should be the junction between the lid and the surface of the box.

Thinking of this, she lifted her hands upwards and tried to push the lid open, but with all her strength, as if it had been sucked away by the air, the lid did not move, as if it was glued to the surface of the box. So Ling'er gritted her teeth and pushed the lid of the box again......

With a "squeak", the lid moved, first revealing a small slit, and then it stood up completely...... The chest was completely open.

Ling'er's hands were still held upward, not lowered, and her legs were still in a half-squatting position. However, even though her thighs were already sore, she still didn't dare to stand up straight. Because she knew very well in her heart that the lid of the box was not pushed open by herself, and the thing that opened the lid was now standing against the box, and her cold gaze like frost fell on her without leaking.

Ling'er stood in this strange position, she felt that her breathing had stopped, and her clothes were now all glued to her body, soaked with sweat that suddenly burst out.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......" The thing let out a long bamboo whistle, and the sound was heard down the straight grave road, and flew into the sky outside completely covered in darkness.

"You...... Who is it? Why am you holding me here? Ling'er cried, tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking her clothes.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......" answered her with a bamboo whistle, her voice was ethereal and tactful, floating to Ling'er's ears, making her feel that everything in front of her was unreal, and where she was now was just a dream.

It turned towards her, and she could see the flower-shaped pattern of "Shou" on its wings, each flower full of bloom, crimson like congealed blood.

It was it that killed Miss.

The thought crossed Ling'er's mind: it killed her, sucked her flesh dry, and turned her into a dry skin.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that a stream of blood spread out from the dantian in all directions, and her body had a temperature, and she could move again. Ling'er didn't hesitate, reached out and grabbed the edge of the box and was about to jump outward, but before one leg stepped out, she felt that something was pulling at the back of her heart, and the whole person lay on her back and fell back into the box.

There was an unbearable pain in her spine, and it hurt so much that she felt like her bones were broken. This was followed by a "bang", and the lid on top fell heavily, isolating her from the outside world once again.

Just when she was confused and didn't know why she was locked up by it again, she suddenly heard a voice, it was still the same person, the person who appeared outside the wall with it. He's here now, and listening to the sound, he's supposed to have walked in from the outside, and he's only a few feet away from the box.

Ling'er covered her mouth, and her intuition told her that this person was her accomplice, and that he should have ordered her to be brought here. But even so, when she heard this person's voice, she was still startled and almost cried out.

"Is it all taken care of? Don't be found like last time......"

"Today's batch is going to be sent to Xuzhou, while it's dark, let's go back as soon as possible......"

"There have been a few powerful characters in the city recently, I think we are being targeted, and we have to be 10,000 careful in the near future, don't be seen by irrelevant people......"

The pain in her back was even worse, and now it was not only painful, but also a little numb mixed in it, and it was cold, like someone was stabbing her bones with an ice pick. The sound outside was inaudible, and it was replaced by a buzzing tinnitus.

Ling'er's eyes went dark and she fainted.

***

Yongsheng kite shop is the industry of the Yuan family, the old man of the Yuan family Yuan Daoqiao is a famous kite artist, he was already famous in Lucheng when he was young, and even many works were sold to other provinces. The kites he manufactured, focusing on the selection of materials, the materials are still good bamboo, and the shape is vivid, pay attention to the painting, so it was once famous in the country.

Yuan Daoqiao suffered because of the war when he was a child, and now he has tasted the sweetness of wealth, so he guards his wealth carefully and cautiously. Although he is obese, he is very diligent, Yongsheng kite shop is the first to open the market and the last to close, Yuan Daoqiao is always hands-on, accompanied by a smiling face to introduce the style of kites to the guests, in order to attract a few more business.

But recently, he hasn't been seen in the kite shop for a long time. Needless to say, his favorite daughter Yuan Wei died violently, and only a skin corpse was found in recent days, and the murderer has not yet been caught.

So the business of Yongsheng kite shop fell into the hands of one person - Yuan Daoqiao's son, Yuan Changli, the young master of the Yuan family.

Yuan Changli is the child born to Master Yuan's concubine, and Yuan Wei is not born to the same mother, but Mrs. Yuan has not had children for many years, so she passed him to her own name.

Over the years, Yuan Changli has always felt that he is lucky, he has neither talent nor business acumen, but Yongsheng Kite Shop will belong to him in the future.

But Yuan Wei's birth broke all this.