Chapter 930

Ouyujie closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing. When he was sure that his mood was gradually stabilized, he loosened the iron chain, then looked around, and finally fell on a small black hairpin on the dresser beside the bed.

He was overjoyed and immediately stretched out his hand to reach it. It was only an inch away, but he couldn't reach it. Every minute his body moved, there were bursts of heartbreaking pain.

But he endured the pain and moved his hand bit by bit. Just when he felt that his body was about to tear, he finally reached the hairpin and moved in bit by bit with his fingernails. When it was close enough to get it, he was ecstatic.

Holding the hairpin in his hand, he dared not neglect it and immediately began to unlock it.

The lock was extremely simple. It was too childish for him, but in a minute, he had unlocked all the iron handcuffs of his hands and feet, and his body was finally free.

He moved his stiff body a little, found his clothes from the messy pile of clothes on the ground, put them on in a hurry, and then walked quickly to the door.

When he came to the door, he didn't open the door rashly, but put his ear on the door and listened carefully. After listening for a long time, he didn't hear anything. Then he tried to gently open a small crack in the door, and then looked out.

The corridor was silent and there was no one. The dim yellow wall lamp emitted a weak light, reminding him that he spent the night last night and the day today. It also reminded him that he had lost his mind and was madly immersed in the sea of uncontrollable desire.

This made his teeth itch and he had the impulse to kill, but Su Ruirui's words echoed in his ears in time, once again stopping the evil thoughts in his heart.

He took a deep breath, opened the door slowly, flashed out, closed the door, and then walked quickly in the old and silent corridor.

It was a long corridor, so long that he almost thought it would never end. When his heart became more and more agitated, he suddenly saw the stairway.

As soon as he was happy, he hurried down the stairs, and his steps were as light and silent as a cat.

After a while, he went downstairs, disappeared under the stairs, looked around vigilantly, and found that there was no one in the hall. Only the smell of food from the kitchen floated in the hall and reached his nose. At once, the hungry insects in his stomach shouted.

Obviously, his voice was not loud, but at this time, it was deafening in his ears as if someone was beating a giant drum.

Fortunately, there was no one in the hall at this time, otherwise he was really worried that he would be found.

He did not dare to neglect, hurried out, and quickly ran to the door using the ancient European furnishings in the house as a shelter.

He rushed out of the gate unharmed and slipped into the flower bed full of roses.

The thorns of rose branches and leaves stabbed his exposed hands, face and neck, and red blood kept coming out, but he didn't care about it. So the cat moved forward and soon slipped into the backyard.

The reason why I chose the backyard was as a last resort, because there were as many as seven or eight guards in the front yard. They were fully armed and walked around seriously, as if the castle was a military fortress of a country.