【Sweetheart Lover】

Chapter 112 Dark Cellar

Everyone was waiting nervously in the darkness. The whispering outside continued, but they could not hear the content clearly.

Ruan Jianan's heart was beating like a drum, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He tilted his head slightly, signaling everyone to keep quiet with his eyes, and his fingers trembled unconsciously because of nervousness. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to be pressed on his chest, making it difficult to exhale smoothly.

Lin Yanan bit her lips tightly, her eyes widened, and her breathing became extremely slow, as if a little heavier breathing would expose their position. Her body kept shaking, and her hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, which were wrinkled.

Cheng Feng's body was tense, like a fully drawn bow, his hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles were white from exertion. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, he swallowed his saliva, his eyes were full of tension and fear, but also with a hint of stubbornness, as if he was trying to overcome his inner fear.

Qin Hao leaned against the wall, his face gloomy, his ears trying to catch every movement outside. His wound began to bleed again due to nervousness, and the pain made his brows knit together, but he still endured it and did not let himself make a sound.

The stranger's eyes swept over the crowd, revealing a hint of determination. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he was cheering himself up and preparing to face the impending danger.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded again, this time heading towards the cellar. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making their nerves even more tense.

Lin Yanan's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously hid behind Ruan Jianan. Her eyes were full of fear, as if she saw the god of death approaching step by step.

Ruan Jianan took a deep breath, slowly picked up a wooden stick beside him, and prepared for battle. His arms trembled slightly due to nervousness, but his eyes were firm, staring at the door of the cellar.

A trace of fear flashed across Cheng Feng's eyes, but he still pretended to be calm. He swallowed and straightened his back, as if to give himself courage.

Qin Hao gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his legs, and was ready to stand up and fight at any time. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to fight to the death with the newcomer.

The stranger clenched the stone in his hand and leaned forward slightly. His muscles were tense, like a leopard about to pounce on its prey.

As the footsteps got closer, everyone's heartbeats got faster and faster. The sound seemed like a countdown to death, and every step brought them closer to danger.

The cellar door was slowly pushed open, and a dark figure appeared at the door. The figure was tall and majestic, and it was difficult to see his face.

Everyone's breathing stopped instantly, and the air seemed to freeze.

Ruan Jianan gripped the stick tightly and took a step forward. "Who?" His voice was trembling but full of vigilance.

The black shadow did not answer, but just stood quietly at the door, and the atmosphere became more tense and terrifying.

Tears welled up in Lin Yanan's eyes and her lips trembled. "Please, let us go." Her voice was full of pleading.

Cheng Feng couldn't help but yelled, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Qin Hao stared at the black shadow closely, ready to pounce at any time.

The strange man took a deep breath and said, "Everyone calm down."

At this moment, the black shadow slowly raised his hand, and seemed to be holding something in his hand...