The Concubine of the Phoenix Conquers the World

It was night, in the room in the backyard of the Prefect's Mansion.

Wang Mian had already fallen into a deep sleep, but his frowning eyebrows still showed his unease.

During the day, the entire prefect's mansion fell into a tense atmosphere, and the eldest young master actually broke a leg.

I asked him why, but he couldn't remember anything. A professional guard came to report at night, saying that last night, the son took the little servant he had always loved to go out.

Now that the young master is injured and Song Yu is nowhere to be seen, everyone is wondering if this matter is related to him.

Wang Taishou has already made people wanted throughout the city to track down his whereabouts, but not only has he not been found, but even the family members who had previously imprisoned him also disappeared.

Where did he get so much ability overnight, this seems to have become an unsolved case.

In the silent room, Wang Mian suddenly let out a dreamy cry.

"Don't...don't kill me, help!"

He had a terrible nightmare, dreaming that he came to a room full of blood, there were so many corpses, almost none of them were intact, and there were many broken hands and feet on the ground.

Terrible, don't!

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the dark and silent room in front of him. Those **** images disappeared in an instant.

Is it a dream? Fortunately, it was just a dream, otherwise he would really be scared to death!

At this moment, a quiet ghostly voice drifted from the doorway, which was particularly terrifying against the backdrop of the night.

"Wang Mian, you've hurt me so hard, take your life!"

Wang Mian's heart trembled, and he quickly raised his head and looked in the direction of the door. He saw a figure in white clothes with disheveled hair drifting towards here, only a blue face and a pair of cold eyes could be seen vaguely. .

With just one look, he was so frightened that three souls swayed seven souls.

"Ghost... ghost!"

He wanted to run away, but he felt heart-wrenching pain as soon as his body moved. His right leg was broken, and a thick splint had been placed on it. He was almost terrified, only tremblingly begging for mercy.

"Who are you, I don't know you, you are wronged, you are a debtor, even if you want to ask for your life, you should find those who killed you. What does it have to do with me?"

"Oh, how dare you say that I was killed by you!"

As he approached, Wang Mian finally saw his face clearly.

In an instant, all his forgotten memories flooded his mind.

"You, you are... Song Yu? But, why did you die, I didn't hurt you!"

"You still dare to exonerate yourself now, if it wasn't for you, how would I have been captured by the people of Goulan Courtyard and humiliated, it is precisely because of the existence of you that my fate is so miserable. I have no face to go back to see my parents, and I can only hang myself and commit suicide, isn't it all thanks to you?"

Wang Mian finally saw the deep streak on his neck, indicating that he really died from a hanging beam.

A big icy hand suddenly wrapped around his neck, tightened suddenly, and the extreme fear made him cry out, "I... I was wrong, I didn't mean to kill you, please don't kill me!"

"It's too late, and now I should let you taste the taste of suffocation. People like you will be punished by cooking with a knife and a mountain of oil when they arrive at Jiuquan. Today, I will personally take you on the road!"

Wang Mian was almost breathless, and his fear made him instinctively struggle for mercy: "I beg you to let me go, as long as you can spare my life, I will promise you no matter what!"