Chapter 483: Good People Have Their Own Divine Support 8_1

An An was panting heavily, and faintly heard a commotion behind her, "Big brother, help me."

The boy hesitated for a moment, dropped the paintbrush in his hand, and took An An's hand, calmly and decisively uttering a single word: "Go!"

Su Chengxuan had been frightened to the point of losing his sense of direction, his legs were about to give out from running. He reflexively followed the boy who looked to be about seven or eight years old.

"There's a dried-up well here, jump in."

After saying that, the boy jumped in first. Su Chengxuan picked up the little bun and jumped in, the boy downstairs to assists them.

Just after the three jumped into the well, Peter and his men stormed in.

The group walked in, but didn't see a single soul.

Peter looked at the half-finished painting on the beach, touching it with his finger, he found the ink on it was still wet.

Someone must have hidden them, Peter's lips curled up wickedly, "Search, they must be nearby."