At the end of the room, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a chubby old man was sitting with his back to her, motionless, as if admiring the bonfire feast that was about to begin in the square.

The woman had waited too long for this moment, and she had thought countless times about how to kill the demon who had taken the life of all her loved ones, and finally she took out a small dagger from her bosom instead of magic, the only thing her father had left her besides her sturdy gloves.

She was going to cut Garcia's neck with her own hands, and then quietly watch him drain the last drop of blood, while keeping him looking at his face until he died, the only descendant of the Phoenix family.

Anya was so agitated that every step began to get heavy, and her steps were big enough for the man with his back to him to hear the movement.

But Garcia remained motionless, as if he didn't care that anyone was entering his room.

If it was the usual calm and wise witch, she would have already discovered the clue, but now there is only the avenging angel who is carried away by hatred.

Finally, she came to the distance of Duke Garcia, she had given too much to get to this point, even if she did not hesitate to abandon the person who loved her the most in the world, as Batesmore said to Stannis, in order to take revenge on the devil, she was destined to become a demon.

Anya raised her dagger tremblingly, and Garcia, who was still sitting there, still motionless, put her hand on the back of her chair and turned it straight away.

In this turning process, time in this world seems to have frozen for Anya, and her longing Garcia's face is slowly entering her eyes, even every texture and hair on his body can be seen clearly, no camouflage can make people so real, this is undoubtedly the real Duke Garcia!

After confirming that it was correct, Anya didn't wait for Garcia to make a sound, and slashed across his throat.

The man's skin was cut open, his muscles were severed along with his throat bone, and this time, Duke Garcia would undoubtedly die completely.

After slitting Duke Garcia's throat, the woman let go of the dagger and covered her face and fell to her knees, everything was over, and the meaning of her life disappeared completely with Garcia's death.

But at this time, Anya, who thought she was going to cry, found that she didn't even shed a single tear, could it be that her heart, as Stannis said, has already become harder than iron in these years of revenge?

But before she could think about it, there was a bigger problem that bothered her, because after she slit Garcia's throat, there was not even a single drop of blood spurting out of his wound!

She finally reacted, deeply feeling that the current situation was very wrong, she quickly stood up and looked carefully at Duke Garcia who was killed by her, she was 100% sure that this man must be Garcia, but judging from his pale skin and the blood that had coagulated in his veins, he had been dead for a long time!

That is, she just killed a dead man!

"This ...... This can't be!" Anya finally showed a panicked look, although she knew that Duke Garcia had not shown up for a long time, but through the information, she could know that Duke Garcia would still meet his henchmen in his study, and there was no information about the deterioration of his physical condition!

But the corpse showed that Duke Garcia was indeed dead, and although it had been embalmed and even a little special modification, Anya could still tell that this man had been dead for at least three months!

This is absolutely impossible, because in these three months more than one person has seen him face to face, heard his voice, could it be that all they saw was a dead man who had long since died!

Just when Anya's heart was in turmoil, the fingers of the duke, who had long been dead, moved unnoticedly, and then he suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, as if he was still alive, only this time it was a woman's voice that came out of his mouth.

"Oh, look what you've done to destroy the slave's dolls!"

Anya secretly screamed badly, and immediately used the shapeshifting technique to teleport from the original standing position, but was hugged by the fat duke who was originally sitting on the seat, and then his ten fingers were inserted into Anya's body like steel needles.

The illusionist endured the pain and chanted a spell, and still teleported away from the corpse's iron arm, but because she was already badly injured, the teleportation distance was limited, and she had to show up after only half the room.

Anya was half-kneeling on the ground, covering her abdomen with her hands and panting heavily, her soft abdomen had just been drilled out of ten blood holes, and a large amount of blood stained her skin and clothes red.

Even so, Anya did not give up the fight, her eyes lit up with purple light and then shouted: "You are behind the bookcase, show up!"

At this time, the huge bookcase in Duke Garcia's study began to slowly unfold to both sides, and then a graceful woman walked out of it.

Anya couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the woman's face, black hair, black eyes, and small and delicate facial features, the woman who was hiding behind Garcia's back and manipulating him turned out to be an Oriental! This woman had a soft waist like a water snake, and was wearing a wide costume like a flower dan, and her face was smeared with thick rouge so that people couldn't see her true appearance.

The beautiful woman smiled sweetly at Anya, but her casual eyes were already full of charm, "Hello, the slave family has been waiting here for a long time on the orders of His Excellency Pedro. ”

There was danger in her every move, and what was even more frightening was that she only moved her fingers, and the originally motionless Duke Garcia moved like a living person.

Anya frowned, she had heard that Dongzhou had a magical skill that could use everything in the world to create a puppet like a living person, and could manipulate it to do anything, but she had never seen it with her own eyes, but today, the Oriental woman was undoubtedly using that kind of magical technique to seize the sky.

Seeing Anya's confused eyes in front of her, the mysterious woman chuckled, she put away her long sleeves and made a blessing ceremony sideways,

"It's such a faux pas that you will take your life if you don't say a word. Before I kill you, let me introduce myself, as you can see, the slave's name is Pan Xi, and he is a Yanshi, this Yan armor made from the corpse of Duke Garcia is not bad, right?"