The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 447 Did You Smell Something Strange?

To be honest, when Feng Qingcheng first saw these puppets piled higher than the hills, she didn't feel amazed, the only real feeling was nausea!
too disgusting!

So many people's stumps and broken arms, so many incomplete bodies are piled up like garbage and sundries in this dark place, it's really disgusting!
Her brows were tightly knit into a ball, and there was an uncontrollable churn in her stomach, but she got better.

After enduring and enduring, she still couldn't hold back, tilted her head, and she vomited with a "wow".

Fortunately, she didn't eat anything in the morning, so she couldn't vomit anything at this time.

Seeing her like this, Nan Linghan couldn't help showing a worried look on Jun's face, "Qingcheng, are you okay?"

Feng Qingcheng didn't speak, but just waved her hands to him. She supported the wall with both hands and slowed down for a while, and finally came back, "Okay, let's go in."

Every room in this dyeing workshop has a strange structure, especially this room, which looks like a storage room and an extremely spacious corridor.

After walking in, Feng Qingcheng wrinkled her nose and sniffed a few times, then stopped suddenly, "Ah Han, do you smell anything strange?"

Nan Linghan's eyes froze, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't smell it, hold your breath!"

However, it was still a step too late. Feng Qingcheng and Cangli rolled their eyelids, and fell straight to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Qingcheng? Qingcheng!"

Nan Linghan called her twice, and her limbs gradually felt weak.

At this moment, he suddenly felt footsteps coming from the front.

"Who? Who's there?" Nan Linghan shook his head, raised his head and stared hard at the front, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he only had time to see clearly a black shadow illuminated by the oil lamp , Then his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

The footsteps finally stopped in front of them, and the man held an oil lamp in his hand, shining on the faces of the three of them, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Under the light, the curvature of the corner of the man's mouth looked very strange.

When Feng Qingcheng woke up, she found that her hands and feet were tied.

She struggled hard twice, but felt her whole body was limp, and she couldn't exert any strength at all.

Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth, and struggled again, but the rope that tied her was still intact.

Leaning against the wall behind her, she turned her head and saw Cang Li and Nan Linghan, whose limbs were also bound.

"Ah Li, Ahan, wake up!"

Cang Li was still asleep, but Nan Linghan seemed to hear her voice, frowning, and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, he looked at this strange room, with doubts in his eyes, "Where are we?"

Feng Qingcheng narrowed her eyes, "I don't know, but I'm sure we are still in the dyeing workshop, and the person who tied us up should be the puppet maker we are looking for."

"The smell I smelled in that room just now should be some kind of drug that can make people lose their mobility. I feel like I can't exert any strength now, how about you?"

"Me too, the effect of the medicine should not have passed yet." Feng Qingcheng didn't like this stuffy, hot, unventilated room very much, and said in a low voice, "We have to find a way to escape as soon as possible."

Nan Linghan's brows gradually became worried, "I don't know how Mu Sang and the others are doing outside, have you met these puppets?"

If they also encountered trouble outside, then there must be no time to take care of them, and now they can only help themselves.

Feng Qingcheng sighed softly, "I hope their lives are not threatened for the time being, just like us."

　Four more, thank you little fairy [Xiu Yushu] for your reward, please ask for a ticket, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)