In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

The woman realized her rudeness, her face flushed red, and she explained shyly:

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm terrified of insects, so..."

"It's ok."

The man smiled slightly, and with a gentle gesture, he carried her away and leaped into the air, changing their location.

They flew up to the second-floor corridor before putting her down.

Xie Zhentian gently put the woman down. Still shaken, she thanked him again.

"Thank you, sir."

The mother downstairs had run up at some point, and when she saw Anlin there, she ran over to her.

He grabbed Anlin's wrist, shouting all the while:

"Anlin, come with Mommy quickly, it's too chaotic outside. A bunch of poisonous insects have inexplicably crawled in."

"Mom, wait..."

An Lin was forcibly pulled away, and when she looked back at the man, his face was full of warmth.

The man turned and left the second floor, returned to his seat, picked up the iron box, paused in front of the music hall, and looked up slightly at the upper floor.

The woman upstairs naturally saw him too, gripping the wooden railing with both hands and staring at the man's departing figure.

The shimmering light in her eyes faded slowly as the man's figure disappeared from sight.

...

Because the man released a swarm of poisonous creatures.

They bit everyone in the lobby, and the situation quickly escalated.

Even when the government was mobilized, no problem was found.

Of those bitten by the poisonous creature, some were injured, some were crippled, and some died.

Ordinary doctors simply cannot cure this poison.

As a result, Wang Yuanwai's family began to point the finger at the innocent An Lin.

The whole town is talking about it:

A witch appeared in the music hall; anyone who listened to her play the zither would be injured by poisonous insects, or even die.

Therefore, everyone was terrified, as she was believed to endanger the entire city.

So everyone organized themselves to fight the witch.

...

The music pavilion is in complete chaos.

The mother paced back and forth in front of Anlin, unsure of what to do.

"What should we do! What should we do? Anlin, why don't you go and apologize to Master Wang? He has the most authority here. Maybe if you apologize to him properly, he'll be happy and step in to help you clear up all these rumors. Then the people won't think of you as a witch anymore."

"Mom, do you think what happened before was my fault? My uncles and aunts made an agreement with you that we would only perform, not sell our bodies. If I apologize, what will the consequences be? You know that."

“An Lin, why can’t you understand? Chastity is nothing compared to being alive. Don’t you think about it? You’re the only one left in the An family. If you don’t live well, how will your family’s spirits in heaven feel?”

"Stop talking, I can't accept this."

No matter how much Le Fangge's mother tried to persuade her, An Lin couldn't accept it.

A stubborn personality can render all efforts futile.

The mother sighed helplessly.

"Sigh! You decide what to do. If you don't agree, there's nothing your mother can do to save you."

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

Only one person remained in the room. Anlin sat in front of the dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror.

The yellowed bronze mirror reflected a beautiful and charming face, but it was now incredibly pale.

This face is beautiful, but it has also brought her a lot of trouble.

Today, many people have gathered at the entrance of Lefang Pavilion, some carrying shovels and others carrying wooden sticks.

The leader, a member of the Wang family, raised his weapon and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Witch, get out here!"

"get out!"

"get out!"

The common people were all indignant and came to attack her fiercely, having been used as pawns for her.

The woman sitting inside could clearly hear the noise outside.

She was all alone, and in the end, she couldn't escape the clutches of the bad guys.

It's only a matter of time before the people turn against them.

Rather than being tormented, it's better to end it all yourself.

The woman slowly picked up the silver hairpin from the dressing table with her slender fingers, and finally did her makeup and adorned her lips with vermilion.

Looking at her face, which had regained its color, An Lin forced a smile and muttered to herself:

"In the end, I still failed to live up to this face."

She'll look awful after she hangs herself, won't she?

The woman slowly stood up and took out a piece of white silk from the cabinet; this was her solution to the problem.

There was nothing left in the world that could give her the will to live.

A piece of embroidered shoes was hung from the roof beam, and embroidered shoes were placed on a stool. Fair fingers were covered with a white silk ribbon.

With a desperate smile on her face, the woman slowly moved the bound white silk to her chin.

He closed his eyes and slammed the stool down with a "thud".

The feet, clad in embroidered shoes, naturally pointed vertically downwards, devoid of any will to survive.

Just as the woman was about to suffocate, a short knife suddenly shot out from the window and cut the white silk ribbon with a "whoosh".

The woman fell to the ground. Anlin, who had regained oxygen, coughed and covered her neck, breathing in the fresh air.

"Cough cough cough."

There was a "clang" sound.

A strong gust of wind opened the second-floor window, and the wind carried a familiar scent.

The woman on the ground slightly raised her eyes and saw a man appear at the window.

It's him! !

The woman's eyes flashed, and she saw the young man again.

He saved me again this time.

The woman was incredulous, a wave of sadness washed over her, and tears streamed down her face. She cried out in anguish:

"Why did you save me, young master! Leaving me alone in this hellish place is worse than killing me."

"... "

The man's throat tightened and he was speechless. He turned over and went through the window, came to the woman, and squatted down to be level with her.

I watched as the woman lowered her head and wept.

His slender fingertips touched the woman's chin, gently lifting it so that she could look him in the eye.

Seeing the woman's face covered in tears, the man frowned slightly, then quickly smiled and gave her a choice.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"What…"

The woman was stunned when she heard the man's invitation, and her tears stopped flowing.

His eyes opened slightly, his face showing disbelief.

“Miss Anlin, my name is Xie Zhentian. I am a wandering swordsman. Would you like to come with me and leave this place to roam the world?”

"... "

The woman pursed her red lips slightly, listening to the man's words as if they were a form of salvation for her.

The man was like a ray of light, rekindling Anlin's hope for life.

The thought that she could live a free and joyful life like a wanderer, without performing or constraints, only happiness, filled her with anticipation.

She didn't dislike the man in front of her; in fact, she liked him a little.

So there wasn't much suspicion about him.

So, she slowly revealed a genuine, expectant smile and replied to him.

“Alright, Anlin is willing to leave with you, young master.”

The moment he agreed, a handsome smile curved the corners of his lips as he easily lifted the woman from the ground with one hand.

A gust of wind blew by, causing the curtains inside to sway slightly, and the windows to open wide, leaving no one in sight.

A group of people ran upstairs, opened the doors to confront An Lin, but couldn't find her anywhere.

From then on, the Music Pavilion gained a legend.

Once upon a time, a bewitching witch appeared in the Music Pavilion. She could play the zither, release poisonous insects, and kill people.

When the people were condemning him, he suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

Anlin no longer exists in this town.

However, those who were poisoned often died because they could not receive treatment for a long time.