The cool breeze gently brushed her cheeks as the little girl on the ground sat up, covering her swollen forehead, "It hurts so much!"
Fortunately, she was clever enough to feign death.
Lu Wenzhen's eyes spun around to make sure no one was there, and then she aimed for a window not far off.
Her petite body leapt down, landing on the grass, and she ran frantically down the mountain.
A few minutes later.
Mister Zhao and his men pushed open the doors of the dilapidated temple, looking around, only to find the thick rope on the ground...
The hostage had escaped!
"Search, search quickly."
"The window is open, she ran out from there!"
A group of brothers hurriedly ran down the trail, searching everywhere for any suspicious traces.
Meanwhile, Lu Wenzhen ran wildly, tripping over a stone on the ground, spraining her ankle, and falling to the ground.
Agony struck, and she blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes.
