Gu Qiaoqiao grabbed onto the protruding stones, struggling to climb downwards. She glanced back occasionally, spotting the figure of the village chief below.
Gu Qiaoqiao observed the distance below, the large flat land, and the rushing river water. She thought that if she could hit the village chief with a stone, he would likely fall because he couldn't hold onto the stones on the cliff.
At this distance, he would undoubtedly be killed from the fall.
For now, Gu Qiaoqiao didn't want him dead; it would be best to capture him alive.
But she would not let him climb down the cliff smoothly.
She would hit him at a safe distance, incapacitating him but keeping him alive.
Another crucial reason was the bone-like whistle in his pocket. This thing was sinister, and Gu Qiaoqiao wouldn't let him continue using it.
Otherwise, the consequences would be endless.
Finally, Gu Qiaoqiao laboriously reached an optimal angle, and the village chief, now unimpeded, climbed quickly.
