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No one dared to guess Wen Xiangzhu's preferences, and it was not surprising that Shen Jiayu was chosen by Wen Xiangzhu to stay by his side. After all, he had been treated specially many times before.

Only Shen Jiayu felt mixed emotions. She was happy that staying with him would help push the plot forward, but she was also sad that she would inevitably be stabbed in the future.

Shen Yi and Shen Qinghe had no idea what was going on in her mind, and they came forward to congratulate Shen Jiayu and wished her a good future.

Shen Jiayu smiled bitterly.

"All of you come with me. Tonight, wear the clothes of the teahouse servants. The city lord's daughter Ruan Shuhui will be here in the evening. Treat her well." Zhao Ji only said this. The rest can only be told to them when the plan is implemented.

As the saying goes, a wise man is wiser.

Wen Xiangzhu was looking through the ancient books in the dark room. When he read one of the passages, his expression suddenly changed. He told Zhao Ji, who was standing by, "Bring Shen Jiayu over here."

Zhao Jiying went downstairs and brought in Shen Jiayu, who was wiping the table. Shen Jiayu was so familiar with the place that he could walk around with his eyes closed, knowing where to turn and where to go upstairs.

"My subordinate greets the young master. What instructions do you have for me?" Shen Jiayu bent down and lowered his head, not daring to look at Wen Xiangzhu.

"You killed Wan Fei. Why did you kill her?" Wen Xiangzhu started to question him angrily.

The thing that Shen Jiayu feared finally happened. She never thought she could hide such a big thing. After all, he could take back the abusive notebook she wrote in the room and copy it, let alone accusing her of murder.

She had nothing to say. If someone wanted her life, she couldn't just wait to die.

Shen Jiayu: "She wants to kill me. I have never provoked her, but she has provoked me time and time again. This time she teamed up with the City Lord's Mansion to kill me, and I was just fighting back."

Wen Xiangzhu: "You killed him well. A killer who is too jealous is not a good thing. You did a good job, but there is one thing that is not enough. Next time you kill someone, remember to destroy the person's face so that people can't tell who he is."

Shen Jiayu scolded him in her heart. Under the circumstances at that time, she didn't have the time to destroy someone's face. It was good enough that she was still alive, as her wounds were not fully healed yet.

But he nodded respectfully.

"Come here." Wen Xiangzhu glanced at the seat beside him and motioned Shen Jiayu to sit down, "Let me take a good look at you."

Shen Jiayu's eyes were filled with fear. The last time he got close to Wen Xiangzhu, he was stabbed three times by him. It was a punishment.

If she got closer this time, nothing good would happen, but in the book her master had ordered her to go.

I walked forward and sat down nervously, having no idea what this madman was going to do.

After she sat down, Wen Xiangzhu reached out, took her right hand, and held it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, as if he wanted to find something in her hand.

Shen Jiayu: No, you are really perverted.

Not finding her right hand, he took her left hand and looked at it carefully, until he saw the tiny, barely noticeable red mole on the metacarpophalangeal joint of Shen Jiayu's left little finger, and then he put her hand down.

Wen Xiangzhu's action forced her body to move forward, shortening the distance between them. When he looked at Shen Jiayu's hand, Shen Jiayu was also looking at him.

Somehow, she felt uncomfortable.

The characters in this book are alive, with flesh and blood, and everyone has his or her own life. This is the setting she created, and Wen Xiangzhu suffered a lot because of her setting.

If he had not had that tragic experience in his childhood, his family would still be alive and well, and he would have been married at his age, and even had children earlier.

But now he is struggling to hold on, seeking revenge alone, and trying his best to climb up alone. No one can give him absolute trust.

In Wen Xiangzhu's heart, no one is worthy of trust. All those who are worthy of trust have died. He is the only one left. He can only trust himself...

Perhaps this is the reason why San San asked her to stay here and complete the second condition. It felt pity for Wen Xiangzhu, and so did she.

"Pa——" the sound of slap rang out in the silent dark room.

Shen Jiayu's thoughts were pulled back, and the bit of pity in her eyes was instantly shattered. A familiar feeling of pain came over her. Although she was puzzled, her body was very honest and she immediately stood up and knelt down.

Wen Xiangzhu's eyes were full of anger. "How dare you look at me with pity? Shen Jiayu, do you think there is some difference between us? I will put you in solitary confinement tonight."

Shen Jiayu resigned herself to her fate and closed her eyes, speechless. She was wrong, very wrong. The madman in front of her hated others having sympathy for him the most.

Mercy what the hell!

She is the most pitiful one, suffering from major and minor injuries for more than half a month.

It was too late to regret. Shen Jiayu stomped his feet in anger in the dark cell. It was nothing, so he just sat down and started.

There was a faint candlelight in the dark cell. She thought of Wen Xiangzhu's unusual behavior just now. She stretched out her hands and stared at him for a long time, but didn't find anything wrong.

"My hand is quite normal. What are you looking at? Do you have some special fetish?"

Just make the best of it. The slap I received for nothing still hurts.

Dark room.

Wen Xiangzhu took out the ancient book he had read before and examined it carefully again, fearing that he had read it wrong or missed something.

"The secret technique of Kongsang can be used by the Saint. It can heal bones and revive the dead. The price to pay is heavy, life in exchange for life. It is rumored that the person saved by the Saint of Kongsang will have a red dot mark on his hand, and in the future this person will have the aura of the Kongsang clan."

"The Saint of Kongsang died nineteen years ago. All the Kongsang flowers in the world withered overnight. They will not grow and bloom again until the next Saint comes." Wen Xiangzhu murmured. On his right hand were all the records of Shen Jiayu after he was accepted into the Qiongling Pavilion. "Calculating the time, Shen Jiayu is exactly nineteen years old. There are red spots on the knuckles of his left palm."

Everyone wants the secret skills of the Kongsang tribe, and he is no exception. The Saint of Kongsang can heal bones and revive the dead. He hopes that he can find the Saint of Kongsang in his lifetime and pray for her to save his family.

Now Shen Jiayu is experiencing various abnormal phenomena, which are all the same as what is recorded in this ancient book.

She must not die, at least not before finding the Holy Maiden Kongsang.

Ruan Shuhui is going to come to the teahouse tonight. The spy planted in the City Lord's Mansion reports that Ruan Shuhui is afraid of her and cannot sleep at night. If she sees Shen Jiayu in the teahouse, she will definitely find someone to rush in and kill her.

However, Shen Jiayu is a ruthless person. If he does something unexpected after seeing Ruan Shuhui, it will be difficult to control him. In order to avoid other troubles, it is safest to lock Shen Jiayu in a dark cell.

"Shen Jiayu, how many secrets do you have? A well-trained killer should be cold and ruthless and not have any emotions."

"Why do you show pity towards me? Who are you?"