In a room with four walls, under the dim candlelight, five servants were holding their necks and pinching their hands and feet to dip a shabby-clad girl into a bucket full of water.

The girl struggled very hard at first, splashing everywhere, wetting the surrounding ground, after inhaling a few mouthfuls of water into her lungs, the strength of the struggle became smaller and smaller, and it was only half a cup of tea, and the person stopped moving, and his limbs relaxed.

"Dead, right?" The servant woman who pinched the girl's neck hesitated to let go of her hand, and her eyes widened to watch for the girl's movements, but if she moved, she would press the person back into the water.

"I don't know, pull it up and touch the heartbeat."

The other servants who pressed their hands and feet also let go of their hands, whispered their discussions, dragged the limp girl out of the bucket and threw her back on the ground to touch her heart, without the slightest beat.

"It's dead, it's dead, it's dead."

"Okay, let's find clothes for her to change into, and the rope stool is ready."

"Hang where to hang? Hanging on the girder of the door? ”

"It's scary to hang it at the door, so hang it in the house."

Turning around, the servants who were about to set up the scene of the hanging, no one saw the girl lying on the ground breathless, her fingers trembling a few times, the heart that had stopped beating regained its faint vitality, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the blood that had not cooled in her body flowed again.

After the servants prepared the things to be hung in disguise, they gathered around and pulled the girl, and they had to change her into dry clothes first, and they couldn't hang them directly.

The girl on the ground was savagely pulled up by the arms of the two servants, and directly stripped the person of her clothes on the ground, leaving only the close-fitting clothes, and then lifted the person up and put her on the bed, and changed her into dry clothes.

Just when the servants turned the person over on the bed and tried to smooth the creases on the back of her blouse, no one saw the girl's soft hand reach into the quilt under her, and when they turned the person back and lay on her back, the girl's hand hidden in the quilt was brought out, and a cold light shone on the face of the servant woman closest to her, and blood splashed everywhere.

The servant woman instinctively screamed and retreated as she covered her head in the cold light, and although she saved her face, a sharp pain came from her wrist, and when she looked down, she couldn't help but scream.

A firewood knife is slashing at the servant's right wrist, three points into the bone, blood is flowing everywhere, whether this hand can be kept depends on the doctor's medical skills.

"Ahh

The other servants were stunned for a moment and then screamed, and they let go of their hands and retreated, their faces turning pale.

"Miss, it's none of our business, it's Madame's order, we all follow the order and spare our lives."

These servant women are used to bullying little girls, but they have lived in the inner house for many years, and they have never done real murder and blood.

In the room where only half a candle was lit, the girl on the bed pulled back the wood knife without mercy, and the wounded servant woman let out a louder cry of pain, and the man fell to the ground with weak legs from blood loss and fear.

The girl slowly sat up with a firewood knife in one hand and an extremely weak body in the other, went to the ground barefoot, walked to the wet bucket, and then saw the stool and rope placed under the beam, and looked a little dazed.