The crown prince and the third prince shouted loudly, and soon attracted the attention of others.

Sang Mei has been secretly looking at the reactions around her, more and more people have been woken up, and the sixth prince has stepped forward as if to persuade her, but in fact, she gestured with Qiu Yue downstairs.

Sang Shu was lying on the bed, looking up at the dark sky and the twinkling stars outside the window.

Voices outside interrupted her trance.

Sang Shu got up and wanted to go straight to the door and open the door to see what was going on.

At that moment, the candle flame in her room flickered.

Immediately afterwards, the window was slammed open by the wind outside the door, and the yellow sand blew in through the window.

The sand fell into Sang Shu's eyes, and she subconsciously raised her hand to block it.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was pitch black, the candles were completely extinguished, and there was a dead silence around her.

Outside the door, the swaying figure seemed to cling to the door frame and climb up.

Sang Shu narrowed her eyes and fell silent.

"Sang Shu, you give me my life back."

The miserable voice of the faint whimper came intermittently, and Sang Shu took two steps back.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost?" She asked in a low voice.

But the man didn't answer, but continued to say quietly, "Sang Shu! If it weren't for you, how would we have ended up like this! You give me my life! ”

"More than 100 disciples on the first floor of the world, all of them died tragically because of you, Sang Shu! You ruthless female devil, you will return our lives——! ”

The poignant voice suddenly rose a little.

Sang Shu's face turned pale in an instant.

In her daze, the window was blown more violently by the wind, constantly hitting the wall, and the shadow that clinged to the door frame seemed to be speeding up, scurrying around!

An eerie voice sounded in her ears, Sang Shu stood stiffly in place, staring at those figures in a daze, her eyes gradually reddened, and Sang Shu muttered, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have taken you to the battlefield, you should have had a better life......

Sang Shu has experienced cold and warmth, and in the corner of the Marquis of Anyuan's mansion that no one can see, it is difficult for her to even have a good stomach.

The people around Sang Mei were so cruel to her, letting her pick up rice on the ground to eat, stepping on her hands, and scolding her for being cheap and dirty......

Because she had experienced such a life, she tried her best to let the disciples on the first floor live a prosperous life, but she never expected that in the end, those disciples would all die because of her.

This is a scar in Sang Shu's heart.

If she was given another chance, she would never gamble on the lives of her disciples, she would not be so selfish anymore, and she would not hesitate to let them give everything for herself and Sang Changping.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Sang Shu looked in a trance and fell to the ground, her back hitting the corner of the table, causing her eyebrows to tremble twice.

But she didn't notice it, just stared at the faint shadow not far away.

"Sang Shu, you are selfish and unscrupulous to achieve your goals, can you admit this?"

The faint voice sounded again, and Sang Shu fell to the ground and nodded numbly, "I admit it." ”

"You killed all the disciples on the first floor and forced them to die tragically under the capital gate, can you admit this?"

Sang Shu's pupils shrank, "I admit it." ”

"Then what face do you have to live in this world? They died for you, but you lived unharmed, you deserve to die! ”

"Why are you still alive with a femme fatale and blood on your hands? You should go down to the eighteen levels of hell to atone for the souls of those who died tragically! ”

Sang Shu's face became more and more pale.

Yes, she should atone for the sins of those disciples......

Sang Shu leaned her back against the table legs, her eyes were slightly closed, looking at the darkness, and her eyes gradually dimmed......

"Sang Shu, you go die!"

That miserable voice became sharp and hoarse in vain, and the moment it pierced into her ear, Sang Shu's pupils trembled suddenly.

She hurriedly raised her eyes, and saw that the originally closed door was slammed open, and then a man dressed in black grabbed the short sword in his hand and stabbed at Sang Shu!

Sang Shu's breath stagnated.

Her eyes widened slightly, and the short sword glowed with cold light, revealing a sharp luster that imprinted into Sang Shu's eyes.

At the moment when the man was about to approach, Sang Shu rose to the ground.

At the moment when the tip of the sword was less than a finger away from him, Sang Shuden grabbed the man's wrist.

The wrist was extremely slender, like a woman's ......

Sang Shu's eyes sank, and she tightened her fingers inch by inch.

The assassin who was choked by her wrist had his eyes twitch fiercely, didn't he say...... Is Sang Shu powerless after she collapses?

Why is she so strong!

In the moment of her panic, Sang Shu slammed her elbow into her chest, and the short sword she held in her hand jerked off.

Sang Shu grabbed the falling short sword.

She moved neatly and quickly, clamping her hands with one hand, clasping her backhand behind her back, and tearing the black cloth off her face with the other.

Qiu Yue's face was exposed to view.

Half of Sang Shu's face was immersed in the moonlight, dark and panicked.

"Huh."

It's Sang Mei again.

Her lips were tense, and her aura around her was terrifying.

Outside the door, more and more people had gathered in front of the Three Princes, and the movement in Sang Shu's room quickly attracted everyone's attention.

Rong Yan's face sank, and he quickly walked in the direction where Sang Shu was.

And the crown prince also forgot about arguing with the third prince, and shouted as he ran, "What's the situation?" What happened to Sang Shu? Who dares to move Sang Shu, Bengong broke his leg! ”

When the two of them came to the door one after the other, they saw that Sang Shu's door was kicked off, and the door panel fell out heavily, stirring up a burst of dust.

"Sang Shu!"

"Sang Shu!"

The two voices spoke in unison.

Both the prince and Rong Shen looked nervously inside the door, and they saw—

Sang Shu's eyelids drooped slightly, and the peach blossom eyes that were rippling in the past became ruthless and obedient at the moment, and in her hands, she was carrying Qiuyue, who was struggling with all her strength and her face was pale.

Step by step, she walked out of the room.

After coming to everyone's eyes, he threw the autumn moon in his hand to the ground mercilessly.

Those cold and cold eyes were not mixed with the slightest emotion.

"Dare to use the ghost of the disciple on the first floor to pretend to be a ghost, I think you are tired of life!"

She raised her hand, held the short sword in her hand, and aimed it at Qiu Yue's chest, and the Yin Owl's gaze was oozing with a chill approaching-

"Stop!"

After Sang Mei saw the picture of Qiu Yue being taken out and thrown on the ground, her eyes trembled fiercely, she never thought that Sang Shu was so fragile that she could still be safe and sound!

She rushed down from the upstairs and stumbled all the way to Qiu Yue, blocking Sang Shu's short sword, "Sang Shu! Qiuyue is my handmaiden, why do you do it to her? ”

The emotions on Sang Shu's face disappeared little by little, she grabbed Sang Mei's wrist and left the person aside without thinking.

"Get out." The voice was cold.

Sang Mei was pushed away and hit the ground, and painful tears fell down instantly.