Is it the old plum nunnery that responds inside, or is there someone outside?

If it is the former, there will always be a clue, but if it is the latter, if the person does not show up, the clue will be broken!

It should be unlikely that Lao Mei'an will preside over the purification of the void, so is it the pure good master or the little nun named Zhikong?

Zhou Mingshan checked one after another in her mind......

She was so engrossed in thinking that she didn't even notice when Yang Zhaohui stopped.

It was only when I suddenly realized that the surroundings were too quiet that I came back to my senses.

Yang Zhaohui was staring at her coldly.

"It seems that you are really fearless, why do you think I can't do anything to you? You are too good at thinking about it!"

Before the words fell, Yang Zhaohui suddenly waved his hand and rushed towards her, his facial features were distorted, and his face was terrifying.

The dagger was in her hand, and it was particularly glaring in the dark room.

Seeing that the dagger was about to stab her in the face, Zhou Mingshan tried her best to control her body and fell backwards, and the sharp dagger left a hole in her left shoulder, and the blood quickly stained her shoulder, and the severe pain made her grunt.

Yang Zhaohui was probably also brave for a while, and when he saw blood at this moment, he was not as vicious as Fang Cai, standing in place and looking at the blood on the dagger.

Zhou Mingshan was frightened and anxious, coupled with the severe pain of the wound, she broke out in a cold sweat, her underwear was all soaked, and there was a burst of coolness in the gloomy room, and she couldn't help but shiver.

But she didn't dare to speak out anymore, worried that if she angered Yang Zhaohui again, she would use a knife at her again.

Fang Cai dodged it at that moment, but she was carried to the ground, and had to lie on her back in an extremely humiliating way.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to have today, right?" Yang Zhaohui quickly regained his appearance, squatting in front of her, smiling viciously, and slapping her face with a dagger from time to time.

Zhou Mingshan didn't dare to move, his eyes subconsciously stayed away from the murder weapon that could see blood at any time, and he just kept winking at Yang Zhaohui.

She wanted Yang Zhaohui to continue talking.

This will distract her and buy time for herself.

Xu was her pitiful appearance that finally pleased Yang Zhaohui, she actually sat on the ground regardless of her butt and let out a long sigh.

"Do you know? I originally thought that today's thing would not be possible, but as a result, hehe, even God is helping me! What do you mean by this?" Yang Zhaohui's voice was full of pride and satisfaction, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Zhou Mingshan, "This means that what I did was right! Hehe, you still want to be the Duchess of Xianguo, don't dream!"

Zhou Mingshan's pupils shrank, why did she have anything to do with the Xianguo Mansion again?

Yang Zhaohui didn't care about her, and said to herself, "Since it's all like this, I'll just let you be a ghost ......"

Zhou Mingshan wanted to cry a little without tears.

In the past, Uncle Xin always said that the complexity of people's hearts in this world is absolutely incredible, and she still didn't believe it, but after listening to Yang Zhaohui's words, she finally believed it!

There are people whose thoughts you will never understand!

She has this unjustified disaster and it has something to do with her marriage!

Since losing in the draft last year, even Xingyuan Houfu's plan did not succeed, Yang Zhaohui set his goal on Mu Yuting.

No, it should be said that in fact, her original goal was the Xianguo Mansion, and the rest was just incidental.

The cause was just a chance encounter, an unintentional hand.

The title of the loyal uncle was gone, and the family property was lost by Yang Zhaohui's father, and after Yang's father was drunk and fell to his death, Yang Zhaohui's mother sent all the warblers and Yanyan in the house, and took her daughter back to her hometown to keep filial piety.

Yang Zhaohui's mother has been working hard for family affairs all these years, and she has to fight wits and courage with her husband and a bunch of concubines, and when her husband died, the breath she had been holding on to was dissipated and she fell ill in bed.

Yang's mother's illness dragged on for several years, and the money that Mrs. Xingyuan Marquis had to help them before leaving the capital was almost exhausted. In order to make a living, Yang Zhaohui also didn't care about those rules and regulations, and often had to go to the pharmacy and embroidery village to show up.

Once, he was entangled by a local gentleman, and at the critical moment, he happened to be relieved by Mu Yuting, who was out of Beijing on business......

Cardamom girl, just in love, will always have a different kind of affection for the handsome and brave man who helps her!

Yang Zhaohui has been in a situation since then, and after many twists and turns, she found out that the hero of that day was the famous prince of Xianguo in the capital.

Therefore, when Yang's mother died, she sent a letter to her aunt in the capital asking for help.

And her aunt did as she wished, and brought her to the capital.

But the dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Although the brocade clothes and food in Xingyuan Houfu made her life more and more comfortable, it made her wish more unattainable.

Even entering the palace has to be disliked, how can my aunt help her marry into the Xianguo Mansion?

So she began to hesitate for a while, and even focused on other things, but the cold reality brought her disappointment again and again.

Only the residual warmth in her heart can still bring her hope......

Yang Zhaohui, who fell into memory, kept rubbing his fingers against a jade gourd on his chest, his expression was gentle, and his eyes were full of rebuke and nostalgia......

The jade gourd has obviously been worn by her closely, and it is moist in transparency, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

Could it be that Mu Yuting also left her something?

Zhou Mingshan was a little puzzled, with her understanding of Mu Yuting, it wouldn't be like this, but who knows what would happen?

She couldn't help but hold her breath, and secretly prayed that Yang Zhaohui could think about it for a while, and it was best to return to her normal sanity and stop going crazy.

"Okay, that's all that needs to be said, I guess you don't have any regrets, so it's time to hit the road!"

Unfortunately, she was disappointed.

The speed of this woman's face change made Zhou Mingshan unguarded, she had already thought about it repeatedly, what reason did Yang Zhaohui have to put her to death?

But the result is still not figured out.

Even if she kills, there will be others, with Yang Zhaohui's current identity, she will never be able to enter the Xianguo Mansion, unless she is willing to fall and become the nameless concubine......

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingshan was suddenly shocked, could it be that Yang Zhaohui really planned to do so?

Yang Zhaohui no longer gave her a chance to ask, and the cold dagger stabbed at her chest again!

Zhou Mingshan's hands and feet were not free, so she could only shrink her body and hide back, but she couldn't solve the urgent need, and the dagger was only an inch away from her......

Is she really going to die like this?

Zhou Mingshan bit her lip and stared at Yang Zhaohui's eyes with hatred!

She is unwilling, especially unwilling!

It's really not worth it to be reborn again and be planted in the hands of this crazy woman!

She must keep in mind the appearance of this crazy woman, and even if she turns into a ghost after death, she will definitely always haunt her......

The cold light of the dagger was reflected in her pupils, and Zhou Mingshan subconsciously closed her eyes......