My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 233 - Scapegoat

Chapter 233: Scapegoat

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Aunt Wen, it’s me!” Qiao Mu’s unique glutinous voice rang next to her ears, invigorating Wen Ruwan.

“Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao, save me! Hurry and save me!!!” Wen Ruwan tightly clutched onto Qiao Mu’s wrist like the girl was a piece of driftwood that she discovered when she was close to drowning. She tearfully sobbed, “Y-you are a mystic cultivator! You must be able to save me, Qiaoqiao. Right?”

“Roar roar roar!!!” Screams from a zombie came from the bottom of the stairs in perfect timing. The background noise was quite a nice match indeed!

Qiao Mu’s lips twitched. She pulled Wen Ruwan and called out in panic, “Aunt Wen, let’s run! I can’t beat this monster! It’s too strong!”

Wen Ruwan’s heart sank little by little.

She overestimated this d*mn girl!

Thinking back on it, she was merely a seven-year-old child. How high could her cultivation be even if she was a mystic cultivator?

The child must be unable to fight this formidable zombie. At that time, when the zombie catches up to them, she would…

A vicious and malicious glint flickered in Wen Ruwan’s eyes.

No matter what, she could not die! For her own life, she had no choice but to push this d*mn girl out at that time!

Who told her to run after her in a bid for death! It was utterly… Her! Own! Fault!

On the brink of death, Wen Ruwan managed to climb to the top of the opera house out of breath, relying on her hunger for survival alone. She was immensely fatigued and sprawled onto the railing, gasping for air.

There was a high stage built on scaffolding on the top level of this opera house with a decoratively carved fencing around the perimeter.

Normally, the audience all sat in the elegant pavilion on the opposite side and listened to the songs while drinking tea. They did not sit in the open area unless there was nice weather.

Wen Ruwan panted heavily as she leaned against the fencing. Looking down from her high position, she felt a bit dizzy and unsteady on her feet. She quickly turned around to lean her back against the fencing instead, her fingers whitening from how tightly she clutched the fencing.

“I-it didn’t c-catch u-up! Hah hah hah hah…” Sweat drenched Wen Ruwan’s head. Due to the intense running, her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest, incredibly uncomfortable.

“It appears so,” the child calmly said and looked at her, unruffled.

The child’s eternally stoic face did not s.h.i.+ft at all and was as expressionless as always, let alone being out of breath.

Wen Ruwan appeared to have sensed something, and her pupils contracted. Her hands tightly grasped the fencing as she alertly stared at the child. “Y-you!”

Wasn’t this child too calm? Her eyes were like a pool of dead and still water. Wen Ruwan could feel her soul and body slightly trembling, and terror crept over every inch of her heart.

“C-cough cough.” Wen Ruwan choked on air and started loudly coughing. “Q-qiaoqiao, you… Hah hah hah. D-do you have a w-way to d-deal with th-that zombie down there? D-don’t lie to Aunt Wen, hah hah.”

“I’m powerless.” The child slowly walked toward her, each small step landing on Wen Ruwan’s heart like a stomp. Her heart pounded from fright, and her eyes twitched nonstop.

At this time, a roar came from the stairway.

Wen Ruwan’s nerves pulled taut. She fiercely shouted at Qiao Mu. “Qiaoqiao, q-quick! Come to me! It’s here! It caught up!!!”

‘D*mn it! This brat’s too calm! I must keep a tight hold on the brat.’

Other people had mentioned that a zombie did not pay attention to its surroundings and other people when it was focused on eating someone…