Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The water was dripping in her palm, and it was cold. This feeling was like ice water running through her body, and her back felt cold.

Everything in this train gave her an eerie feeling.

No wonder before getting on the train, Leng Lintian made them all wear the same cloaks as those of the group. They stepped on the train to catch up with the train. At that time, she didn't see anyone on the train.

But she remembered the hand that the ticket inspector stretched out—skeletal and frightening.

She didn't know how Leng Lintian got the tickets for this train, or the VIP area.

"Dong dong", the door was knocked, and the servant said timidly, "Are you all right, please hurry up."

Jing Jiaren gathered her thoughts from the fugue, opened the door, and saw the servant's face was horrified, and he was already running forward.

"Quick, come quickly." The servant shouted as she ran, her face flustered.

Jing Jiaren subconsciously glanced back at the common area...

A few cloaked men were found sticking in front of the carved door, their skinny hands stretched out from the very narrow carved door.

God, where is that a human hand? !

Thin enough to have only bones, skin and bones, no flesh.It's no different than dead hands.

Jing Jiaren's mind froze, she was just one step too late, and her arm was grabbed by a hand.

A hand that seemed to be without a bamboo pole firmly grasped her arm, and the strength was careless, pulling her closer to the carved door.

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank, seeing more hands protruding from the carved mouth...

It's over, if she is pulled over, these hands will be on her...

Jing Jiaren's face was horrified, she didn't dare to imagine, let alone look at those people's faces.

She could already imagine those extremely thin faces, what kind of damn facial features!

Her dress was caught, her hair, and her shoulders…

Jing Jiaren's body slammed into the carved door.

Suddenly her waist tightened, and a man's strong breath appeared.

Leng Lintian drew out his dagger, quickly cut off the hands that were holding her, and took her away.

"Cuckoo, cluck..."

The cloaked men cooed in pain and drew back their hands.

Leng Lintian held Jing Jiaren's arm and ran back to the VIP area——

"Master, is she okay?" The servant was a little overwhelmed with fright, "What are those things, it's too scary!"

Because I was wearing a large cloak, I only thought it was spooky before, but it was okay to see them clearly.

Seeing such a hand suddenly just now, Jing Jiaren felt sick.

Leng Lintian pressed her shoulders to let her sit down on the chair, and asked nervously, "How do you feel? Is there any injury?"

Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm fine."

Fortunately, Leng Lintian arrived in time.

"Who are those people? Dead people?" Jing Jiaren almost thought she had entered hell!

Leng Lintian checked her body and explained lightly: "Those are the lowest-level migrant workers."

"Migrant workers? Are they still alive?"

"Of course I'm alive," Leng Lintian curled up his lips, "but it's completely a tool of enslavement, and it's no different from being dead."

Living dead! ?

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a dead person, she wouldn't be so afraid: "How did they become like that?"

"I haven't seen the sun for many years, and I have been doing the heaviest work in the darkest underground, what do you think?" Leng Lintian raised his eyebrows, "Without these low-level workers, how do you think this underground kingdom was built?"