Just when Gu Qingxue was almost exhausted and about to reach the top, the voice of the little butler rang out in her mind.
"The countdown begins. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."
Gu Qingxue was out of breath. She used all her strength to climb up the slope. Then, she pulled the rope and rushed forward for more than ten steps before she finally collapsed under the three big trees.
"Three, two, one, time's up."
As the young butler's voice rang out, the slope finally could not bear the heavy load. With a crash, a large amount of wet soil and rocks fell down, quickly burying the place where the man had been just now.
Hearing the loud noise, Gu Qingxue felt very fortunate.
Fortunately, she reacted fast enough. Otherwise, she would have died here today.
