Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 125 Punishing the World 15

The time on the big screen was still ticking away, and Wei Juan and Song Gui were both a little confused. Only Ni Qing believed that what this thing was saying was probably true.

"I don't believe it, this must be a hoax! Don't believe it, just hold on a little longer, someone will notice we've disappeared and call the police."

Song Gui gritted his teeth, somewhat unwilling.

Wei Juan raised his eyes and said, "What if it's true?"

He concealed the emotions in his eyes, appearing fragile and vulnerable. His sickly complexion made him seem even more frail. He slowly opened his lips and said, "It will be too late to regret it later."

Like a reminder or a warning, Ni Qing glanced at him and inexplicably felt that he was gloating. She said with a complicated expression, "Before we are sure, let's follow the instructions. There are so many abandoned wardrobes and hiding places here. We should be able to hold out until the police arrive."

Song Gui frowned: "Sister! Let me walk with you. In case they're after you, I can help you."

Wei Juan could still laugh out loud under these circumstances: "You two can't walk together, Song Gui, what are you up to?" Sowing discord, got it.

The fact that the two of them could still argue in their current situation was a testament to their thick skin or she was simply naive. She glanced at the remaining minute and thirty seconds on the screen and said with a slightly serious expression, "Quickly, hide."

The three ran off in different directions. The screen in the abandoned furniture factory was still flickering, and soon the timer returned to zero, plunging the electronic screen into darkness.

The ground here is covered with gravel, and you can easily trip over it if you're not careful. There are rows and rows of dilapidated shop windows on the ground. Although hiding inside is not a wise choice, we can only take it one step at a time.

Song Gui was very unconvinced and silently hid in the cabinets around her. Wei Juan was nowhere to be seen either; the entire factory was empty, without a sound.

Ni Qing was even feeling sleepy. After waiting for a long time without seeing any sign of her, just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a very faint footstep.

Her heart was in her throat. There was so much furniture here, so why were the footsteps getting closer and closer to where they were hiding?

As if knowing exactly which direction she was coming from, she strolled over leisurely and calmly. Through the crack in the wardrobe, she secretly peeked in.

It was a young man dressed in black, his face obscured by the darkness. He wore a black baseball cap and a mask, covering himself completely.

He held a crowbar in his slender, bony hand.

The other end of the crowbar moved with practiced ease, sending chills down everyone's spines. It seemed he was doing it on purpose, trying to instill increasing fear in the people present.

Song Gui obviously saw this scene as well, and subconsciously held his breath. Now he finally knew that this was not a joke. His heart was pounding and he was sweating profusely.

They dared not make a sound.

The person walked past his cabinet and got closer and closer to Ni Qing. Song Gui finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief when the cabinet door was slammed hard.

His laughter was muffled by his mask, his voice sinister and indistinct: "You think I didn't see you?"

The cabinet door was suddenly opened, and Song Gui was so frightened that he almost wet his pants: "Big brother! We have no grudge against each other, why are you attacking us? As long as you are willing to tell us who plotted this, I will not call the police."

The young man looked down at him as if he'd heard a joke: "Do you have the qualifications and conditions to negotiate now?"

He could have killed Song Gui before he even called the police.

He smiled eerily, grabbed his collar, and threw him to the ground. The crowbar in his hand seemed to transform into the Grim Reaper's scimitar, instilling despair.

He raised his arm high, ready to swing it down hard.

"Hey! Look here." At the crucial moment, a female voice came from behind.

The young man in black paused, looked up at Ni Qing, and said with excitement, "You actually took the initiative to show yourself?" These words were undoubtedly sarcastic to the other party.

Are you an idiot?

But he still raised the crowbar and brought it down hard. A miserable scream echoed throughout the furniture factory. Song Gui was beaten until his head was bleeding and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Ni Qing gritted her teeth. She had intended to distract the other person, but unexpectedly, she had revealed her location instead. The young man slowly tossed down the blood-stained crowbar, looking somewhat disgusted.

She immediately took off running, occasionally glancing back to see the other person getting further and further away. Soon, the person was left far behind.

She hid in the most inconspicuous cabinet; the space was small, but enough for one person. Rows of old furniture were neatly arranged around her, giving her time to escape even if she opened them one by one.

Song Gui looks badly injured; it's unclear whether his life is in danger.

The footsteps didn't sound for a long time, but she still didn't dare to relax, her nerves remaining tense. Not long after, another set of footsteps appeared.

She raised her eyes, her composure almost unnatural.

She keenly noticed that the footsteps were different from the previous ones, especially in speed. It sounded like someone was frantically running away in all directions.

Since Song Gui is already out of commission, it can only be him.

She carefully opened the wardrobe door and looked in the direction of the footsteps. The other person's lips were pale, and they were half-bent over, their eyes showing pain. One hand was pressed tightly against their abdomen, which was covered in blood, indicating a serious injury.

It really was Wei Juan.

Her initial doubts gradually dissipated. If it really was a staged act, why would she have suffered such severe injuries?

She waved to him and whispered, "Wei Juan, over here." Although the rules forbade the two of them to hide together, Wei Juan's life was the most important thing right now.

If the other person dies, she has to restart. Rather than starting all over again, she might as well try again.

Wei Juan's eyes lit up when he heard her call. He suppressed the stubbornness in his eyes and stumbled over: "Sister, you're here too?"

Ni Qing shifted her gaze to his bleeding abdomen: "What happened? Weren't you hiding perfectly well just now?"

The young man smiled bitterly: "Just now, someone found the place where I was hiding. He was dressed in black and raised a crowbar to kill me. I managed to escape, but I was still injured."

Ni Qing seemed to be deep in thought, and finally looked around to make sure no one was there: "You hide in the cabinet next to me first, we—"

Before he could finish speaking, he pushed her back into the closet and squeezed in himself, making the already spacious room even more cramped.

The cabinet couldn't accommodate the size of an adult man, so the two were forced to press close together, their breaths mingling. Her hand had somehow touched his abdomen, where a sticky, bloody smell wafted.

Why did you squeeze into this cabinet?

Ni Qing's tone sounded very displeased.