coobybook Chapter 59 Will Take Half His Life
Chapter 59 Will Take Half His Life
Bai Jianan didn't put her in a difficult position and said directly, "My lady, have you forgotten that marriage involves not only betrothal gifts but also dowry? The dowry must match the amount of my betrothal gifts; that's the rule."
"Of course, the Qiu residence's main gate is a bit out of the way. Whether this rule can be upheld depends on you, my lady. Naturally, I will do my utmost to help."
So this guy came to tell her to be ruthless and demand a dowry? Jian Yue's eye twitched, and she looked at Bai Jianan with a half-smile, saying, "Does the young master mean that the Qiu family should bleed money?"
Bai Jianan said proudly, "No, it's about taking half his life. Isn't that what you think, my wife?"
Bai Jianan came quickly and left quickly. Although the look in his eyes when he left was as if it were a life-or-death farewell, and he also took advantage of the situation, he still left in the end.
But this side of Bai Jianan made Jian Yue unable to suppress a smile.
Bai Jianan left, and Xiao Cui was finally free from her misery. Although she could move again, just like last time, she still couldn't touch a single hair on the head of that bastard who had acupunctured her. She was so angry that her eyes turned green. Seeing her young mistress frowning and deep in thought, she thought she was upset because she had been taken advantage of, so she quickly came over to comfort her.
Little did they know, their young lady had already given away her first kiss to someone else.
"Miss, please don't be sad. Once this is over, Xiao Cui will help you get revenge."
Jian Yue came to her senses, smiled, and said, "Now that you're awake, let's not talk about those unfounded things. Let's talk about the present."
Xiao Cui was taken aback, her eyes darting around: "What?"
Jian Yue squinted: "Dowry, you're going to get married anyway, why not ask for what's rightfully yours? Qiu Zhenzhou is taking advantage of me getting on the Princess's side, so he should pay a price, shouldn't he?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Cui thought for a moment and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no, Miss! None of the betrothal gifts that the young master sent have been brought to you. What should we do?"
Jian Yue looked indifferent and turned to walk towards her room.
"It's alright. Do you think the young master is such a magnanimous person? We don't even need to do this betrothal gift. Qiu Zhenzhou will have to obediently hand it over. Our mission is what the young master said: to take half the Qiu family's life."
Qiu Zhenzhou indeed dared not touch those betrothal gifts. Before leaving, Bai Jianan went to see him and gave him a warning in a casual manner. These things were all for his future wife. If the future wife was missing even one of these things on the wedding day, the Qiu family would have to make an explanation.
Even though Qiu Zhenzhou's eyes were practically popping out of his head as he looked at the betrothal gift list, he still didn't dare to make a single move.
But Qiu Zhenzhou dared not move, just because no one else dared to. The warehouse storing the betrothal gifts was broken into that very night.
The dim candlelight illuminated the damp stone walls around them. The deep underground tunnel slowly stretched forward. Qiu Zhenzhou walked into it step by step. When he reached the end, he looked around, then turned around and pressed down on the wall beside him. Instantly, the stone where he pressed down dented in, and then a stone door opened at the end.
"Who's coming?"
From deep within the stone gate, a voice like a quail's hooves rang out. Qiu Zhenzhou calmly said, "It is I, Mr. Hong. Please make way."
The man's voice did not reappear, but a few points of light appeared deep within the stone door. Qiu Zhenzhou calmly walked in, and then the stone door closed, blocking out all light.
"Damn it, when will this end? I've really had enough."
In the darkness, a voice suddenly rang out, filled with irritability and anger.
As the candlelight flickered, a figure appeared in front of them. The figure was large and imposing, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and looked like a martial arts expert. However, his skin was slightly pale, which was obviously caused by not being exposed to the sun for a long time.
At this moment, he was rubbing his head in frustration, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the man sitting on the stool beside him, wiping the sword in his hand.
The man had plain features, the kind that would disappear into a crowd and leave no lasting impression. He remained calm, even as the man in front of him became extremely agitated. He sat steadily in his seat, his eyes fixed intently on the sword in his hand, not missing a single detail.
"Have you had enough? If you want to lose your head, just leave. No one will stop you."
His voice, like his personality, was unusually calm, as if losing one's head was a common occurrence, nothing serious.
After he finished speaking, a thin man next to him also banged on the table, propped his feet on another stool, and said with a face full of impatience, "Boss, I'm not saying this to be mean, but this woman has gone crazy. She hasn't been well for more than ten years. What's the use of her? We've been guarding this place for more than ten years, and we don't even know what's happened outside. If this continues, the brothers really can't hold on any longer."
Beside them, another bearded man suddenly stood up, walked to a dark corner, and kicked the spot. The loud bang echoed throughout the darkness.
After kicking him, he still seemed unsatisfied. With a flick of his hands, he threw away the black cloth blocking his view, revealing a large, dark cage.
"Damn it, it's all your fault, you bitch, making us brothers stay in the dark all day long. I'll kill you."
As he spoke, he picked up an iron shovel from somewhere and began poking it into the cage with all his might.
Suddenly, a mournful scream came from the cage, followed by a pair of blood-stained hands gripping the cage. Then, a person with a blackened face and disheveled hair appeared before him.
"Ah~ Ah~ I'll eat you, I'll eat you~"
"Damn it, eat me! Come on, come on!"
The bearded man roared menacingly, throwing down his shovel as he tried to open the cage, but was pulled back by the burly man beside him.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"
"What are you doing? I'm crazy, you're just a bitch, aren't you? You're already like this, what's so great about you? You want me to kill you, isn't that enough to vent your anger? Damn it."
The middle-aged man who was sitting finally raised his eyes, glanced indifferently at the bearded man, and said, "Eighth Brother, think about how Fifth Brother died."
Upon hearing this, the bearded Lao Ba was so angry that he kicked the cage again, but it happened to land right in front of the person inside. Suddenly, the person reached out and, with a strange movement, pulled Lao Ba's foot inside, then bit off a piece of flesh from his leg.
"Ah, you bitch, let me go, or I'll kill you."
The father, in pain, collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, the burly man beside him quickly reached into the cage, trying to pull the eighth son's leg back. But as soon as his hand went in, the man suddenly looked up, and a terrifying gaze burst forth from his unkempt hair.
The next moment, she pulled Lao Ba forward with one hand, dragging him to the edge of the iron cage. With her other bloodstained hand, she swiftly reached out and grabbed the burly man's hand.
The burly man didn't notice until he felt a stinging pain, when he saw that the withered hand had already dug into the back of his hand, tearing at him fiercely.
The burly man struggled immediately, and blood gushed from his hands in an instant. He panicked and was about to pull his hands back at all costs when he felt someone press down on his shoulder.
"do not move."
The man wiping his sword, who was also known as the leader, had reached the edge of the iron cage. He cleaved the lock on the cage with his sword, opened the cage, and then grabbed the man's jaw.
Suddenly, a pair of bloodshot eyes met the middle-aged man's eyes. The middle-aged man's breath hitched, and after a long while, he gasped, "Let go. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."
Her blood-red eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment, and then she actually released the burly man. However, her other hand remained on Lao Ba's leg. She opened her mouth, and Lao Ba's flesh and blood were still inside, flowing from the corner of her mouth and staining the middle-aged man's hand red.
The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes filled with disgust. He said slowly, "Let him go, or you won't have anything to eat tomorrow."
Her bloodshot eyes seemed to hesitate. She looked at Lao Ba, then at the middle-aged man, as if weighing the immediate interests before reluctantly releasing Lao Ba's leg.
Once Lao Ba was freed, the burly man immediately dragged him out. Lao Ba, his face ashen, stared intently at the now docile person in the cage, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he said, "Big brother, are we really going to keep this monster alive? Damn it, she eats people."
The middle-aged man cautiously stepped back, and only after leaving the cage did he quickly release the man's chin and close the cage. Behind him, the nimble, thin man quickly grabbed a heart lock and locked the cage. Then, a black cloth was used to cover the cage again.
The middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Lao Ba with a cold face and said, "You've learned your lesson, so stop making mistakes. She's not someone I can touch, and she's certainly not someone you can touch."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he sat back down in his seat and began wiping his sword.
Old Eight's face turned ashen. He finally slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "Living like a rat in a ditch is worse than being dead."
His leg was still bleeding. The skinny man brought over some wound medicine and bandages, cleaning his wound while sneering, "Dying is easy. Just take a knife and slit your throat. But don't forget, our whole family is in those people's hands. If you die, a lot of people will be buried with you."
After the skinny man finished speaking, he quickly finished bandaging Lao Ba's wound. He moved over and gestured for the burly man to sit down and clean the wound on Lao Ba's hand. He sighed and said, "This woman is really ruthless. Her hand is like a hook. Tsk tsk, if it weren't for your quick reaction, your tendons would have been severed."
The burly man, enduring the pain, looked at the man wiping his sword with red eyes and said, "Brother, we have no ties, why do you have to do this? All these years you've been here, don't you want to leave?"