Li Qingmu looked at the large pit that appeared out of thin air on the ground and was stunned for a long time, unsure of what to say. Did Lord Zhao step on a landmine for him first?
He hurried to the edge of the pit.
The pit was very deep, and the space inside seemed larger than it appeared from the outside, making the inside a bit dimly lit. He saw Zhao Mengran rolling around on the ground, screaming in pain.
"Quick, rescue him!"
Li Qingmu shouted, quickly instructing others to fetch a rope to pull him up.
"Lord Zhao? Lord Zhao, hurry, grab the rope, we'll pull you up!"
"Oh, it hurts so much, almost broke my old back... Mr. Li, thank you, thank you... ah ah ah..."
The rope was thick, and Zhao Mengran only needed to tie the rope around his waist to be pulled up. But just as he secured the rope, he suddenly screamed, as if seeing something terrifying.
"Lord Zhao, what's wrong?"
