My wife has always been timid

The road became narrower and narrower. In the gloomy weather, the trees on both sides of the road gave off a damp and cold atmosphere, and the surrounding was eerily quiet, except for the rustling of the leaves in the autumn wind.

"Where are Mrs. Fu's clothes?"

Su Qingcheng accidentally stepped on a small stone, was sprained suddenly, and simply stopped at the same spot and did not move forward.

The bodyguard also paused following her stopped figure, and turned around without the respect he had just said: "Miss Qingcheng, just go a little further and we'll be there."

"Who sent you!"

Su Qingcheng sensed something was wrong, dragged her painful feet and tried to back up, but she didn't want the bodyguard in front of her to turn serious and raise her hand to attack her.

"Originally, I thought about doing it later, but I didn't expect Miss Qingcheng to be so smart, so don't blame your subordinates for being ruthless!"

The hands like eagle claws were constantly enlarged in the pupils. Su Qingcheng took a breath. Just as she was about to fight back, she didn't expect a sudden pain in her ankles. Swipe across the man's face.

Chi - the man's face turned red, and his eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty light.

Su Qingcheng turned her head and wanted to run.

At this moment, a shot of anesthetic flew from nowhere and pricked into her neck with a puff. She, who was always invulnerable to all poisons, felt dizzy for the first time. Her eyes went dark, and she fell limply with a puff.

"Fortunately, my sister was prepared and prepared this potion that can specifically deal with her."

A voice came from the jungle, and the feminine man in black walked out slowly. He played with the anesthesia gun in his hand, and casually glanced at Su Qingcheng who had been put to the ground.

"Young master is wise." The bodyguard knelt down immediately after seeing the man, full of respect.

The man walked up to Su Qingcheng, unceremoniously raised his toes and kicked her limp body, seeing that she didn't respond, he sneered: "Why did the body that is invulnerable to all poisons still lose to our hands?" ? Put her in the box and send her to the back mountain to be burned."

"Yes!"

Following the sound of the voice, several people sprang out from the woods. They carried a black box with flaws. Together, they put the girl into the box and locked it.

All this, no one else knows.

Today's Fu Zhai is full of people coming and going, and even the secret guards are mostly transferred to the front hall to strengthen the defense. As for the remote corner of the backyard, it is ignored.

Entrance to the back mountain.

The reason why someone kept running to the back mountain since something happened was that Mr. Fu also arranged guards at the entrance of the back mountain. Seeing someone slowly approaching with a big box, the guards immediately raised their hands to stop him.

"What?"

"Brother, we are the ones in charge of the old Patriarch's funeral. This box was originally intended to contain the funeral objects of the old Patriarch, but it was broken because the people under him were not careful. The Patriarch said that the old Patriarch should not be allowed to bring this It's not auspicious to leave such a defective product at home, so let's take it to the back mountain and find an open place to burn it."

"is it?"

The bodyguard walked around the box, not quite believing what the team said.

"Here, look, the corner of this box is so broken." Seeing this, the person who spoke just now pointed to a corner at the bottom of the box.

The bodyguard took a look, and sure enough, he saw a corner that was almost knocked out.

Because it was at the bottom, people didn't notice it at the first time. The bodyguard understood, waved his hand and said, "I see, let's go."

"Thank you, brother."

The man quickly and quietly gave winks to the people who were carrying the box, and they lifted the box again and walked towards the back mountain with difficulty.

The defending bodyguards watched them walk into the forest, scratching the back of their heads in wonder.

"Rich people behave differently. Anyway, they are all funeral objects. Just throw them in the tomb. If a corner is rotten, just burn them. It's a pity that the good wood..."