Chapter 692
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As the air in the black bag decreased, Song Qingchun found it harder and harder to breathe.
The lack of oxygen turned her already panicked heart into despair. Her body, which was trapped inside the black bag, started to shake uncontrollably.
The car turned a corner, and the road became quieter. However, the road started to become uneven, and the car shook violently.
When Song Qingchun almost vomited from the shaking, the car stopped. She heard the door open, and then the door in front of her head opened. Following a gust of cold air into the car, Song Qingchun, who was in the bag, was dragged out of the car. Then, the man carried her over his shoulder and started to walk.
His steps were fast, and Song Qingchun's head was facing downward, and her blood was flowing backward. This made her feel worse than when she was in the car.
Song Qingchun had no idea where the man had taken her. She could hear the sound of metal clanging against metal, and then she was carried up a few steps. She had no idea where they were before she was dumped on the ground.
Her back knocked into something that looked like an iron bar. The pain caused Song Qingchun to gasp in pain. Then, she heard the creaking of the floor. It felt like she was in an elevator, and she started to ascend at a constant speed.
It was more like an elevator than an elevator. As the height increased, the sound of the wind became louder, and it chilled Song Qingchun's limbs.
At the end of the ascent, Song Qingchun could feel the thing that was holding her wobbling under the wind like it was going to break at any moment.
Following a loud crash, the ascent stopped, and Song Qingchun heard the iron door being kicked open.
The man carried her and took a large stride forward. The iron door that was kicked open was slammed shut again, and the next thing she knew, they were being dragged up the stairs.
After five steps, Song Qingchun heard the wind howling again.
The man seemed to be exhausted from carrying her up and down the stairs. He sat down beside her, gasping for air.
After who knew how long, the man pulled her around in a circle. Then, he fiddled with the opening of the bag at the bottom of her feet, and a strong gust of cold air rushed into the bag from the bottom of her feet.
Then, the man went around her head, grabbed one leg of the bag, and poured her out of the bag as if she was a piece of trash.
Due to her long stay in the dark, Song Qingchun was dazed by the sudden bright sunlight. She lay on the cold ground for a while before she opened her eyes to realize that she was lying on a thick layer of snow.
Song Qingchun raised her head to look around and realized she was standing on the rooftop of a tall building.
Because she was now in the middle of the rooftop, she could only see some tall buildings in the distance.
Before Song Qingchun could figure out where she was, someone grabbed her arm. She turned around and saw a man in his thirties. He looked unkempt. His beard was unkempt, and his hair was long, covering half of his face. He looked like he hadn't showered for a long time. There was black mud on his neck, and his clothes were tattered.
That person didn't seem to have any intention of talking nonsense with her. He grabbed her arm and walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking like he was going to end the battle quickly.
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