Yet, there was nothing! White snow blanketed everything, no vehicles nor people in sight.
What's more disheartening, there was only a small amount of gold and silver jewelry in that hole. The item the old master wanted had long been taken by someone else!
Oh no, who knew if the "anti-aging pearl" ever existed—it was a legend from ancient times, utterly unreliable!
For a lousy bead, he was going to die here...
The more Liang Qiu thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. He hid behind a pile of snow, clutching the gunshot wound on his leg with all his might.
If the bullet wasn't removed, his blood would continue to flow. Dripping onto the ground, it would seep into the snow, turning into pink-colored blossoms.
Liang Qiu, his hands trembling, reached for his phone to call for backup. As he patted himself down, he muttered, "Dammit."
