The feeling of weightlessness made her heart tighten, and she subconsciously grabbed the tree trunk next to her.
Gu Qingxue steadied herself and watched as a piece of wet soil rolled down the hill.
A piece of soil caused many pieces of gravel and soil to roll down the hill. It looked extremely dangerous.
"I'm afraid this place is going to collapse." Gu Qingxue tried the soil on the hillside under her feet and found that the soil on the hillside had become too soft due to the heavy rain. The hillside seemed to be unable to bear the heavy load and was about to throw the soil down.
"Friendly reminder, the host only has nine minutes left," the little butler reminded her calmly.
Gu Qingxue frowned and was about to leave when she suddenly heard the sound of a flute coming from the hillside.
The sound of the flute was irregular, but only people could make it.
Someone was at the bottom of the hill!
