Qin Shou had just finished enjoying his relief, and the pain in his lower abdomen had subsided.
Just as he was about to pull up his pants, suddenly, a sharp pang appeared in his abdomen again.
"Damn, my gut's not been good lately!" Qin Shou frowned, slightly stretching his numb legs, and continued squatting down.
When the pain in his lower abdomen had just disappeared, it was also the moment Qin Shou felt most relaxed, stress-free, and least alert. Suddenly, a thick smell of gunpowder wafted up from below.
"What's going on?"
Before Qin Shou could react, explosive sounds began echoing from the pit.
Bang, crackle —
"What the hell! Who's setting off firecrackers!"
Qin Shou froze for a moment, then his heart screamed bad news. Without further thought, he pulled out his only red hundred-yuan bill, ready to wipe off and pull up his pants to quickly escape.
Boom —
This sound was definitely from those big red firecrackers.
