Netherworld Pavilion, the forbidden area of Prince Xiang's Mansion.
When the Nether Pavilion is mentioned, the servants in the palace can't help but shudder. Once upon a time, there was a self-righteous concubine who, because she had not been favored for a long time, could not bear the loneliness and stole someone. As a result, she was imprisoned by Ming Cangxiang.
That night, her shrill screams spread throughout the palace.
It had only been three days, but when she was released, she was already crazy and in terrible shape. Especially her bloody fingers, the nails were turned outwards, the flesh was polished, and the finger bones were exposed. There were them all over her body.
There were bloody marks from his own scratches, and the flesh on his cheeks was scratched to pieces. His eyes were wide open, and when he saw people, he would shout in horror, "Ghost, ghost!"
At this point, rumors about the haunting of Netherworld Pavilion spread like wildfire. Except for Ming Xiu and a few guards, no one dared to get close to it. Now it seems that it is not known whether it is because there is a ghost first, so it is considered a forbidden place.
Or is it because it is a forbidden area, so there are ghosts...
Lin Le'er naturally didn't know all this. When the guards took her in, she waved to Ah Ke behind her with an indifferent expression, "Don't worry, I'm upright and not afraid of shadows. Let me go! Sister, I'm going out."
Yes, another good man!"
Ah Ke's indifferent face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, twitched unnoticeably.
"Bang!" There was a heavy muffled sound from the two large wooden doors of Youming Pavilion.
Lin Le'er moved her painful arm, stared at the tightly closed doors, and lowered her lips with disdain. She would rather sit through the bottom of the prison than face that moody man Ming Cangxiang!
After turning around, she looked at the attic carefully.
It's only two stories high. The first floor is about 200 square feet. There are some old furniture and furnishings piled up. It looks like a storage room. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, there is a study room with dozens of bookshelves lined up side by side.
There are a lot of books on display.
"Tch, can't you tell that guy is still a literary young man?" Lin Le'er flipped through a few books, and they all contained traditional Chinese characters that she couldn't understand. She put them back irritably and walked downstairs again.
She would rather be with these desks and chairs than those ghostly drawings.
Lin Leer pulled up a few chairs and arranged them into a simple "bed". She jumped on it and lay on her back comfortably, staring blankly at the roof of the shed.
Ming Cangxiang's ghastly face flashed through her mind, and she loudly asked why she had lost her virginity. The look in her eyes that already recognized her as a prostitute made Lin Leer's teeth itch with hatred.
She really couldn't remember what had happened just now, whether it was the assassin or the so-called "adulterer". She even doubted whether they really existed. But what explanation could be given for the pain in her body?
She turned over irritably, seeming to have forgotten that this was just a bed put together, and fell to the ground unexpectedly.
"Ah!" She touched her sore butt and sat on the ground in annoyance, "Damn it, how long is he going to lock me up?"
Suddenly, a chuckle suddenly sounded.
"hehe,"
Lin Leer was frightened, and quickly got up, staring at the dark hall, "Who, who is it?" Her voice was trembling.
The surroundings suddenly became dead silent again, and the sound of her disordered breathing was unusually clear.
Faintly, you can still hear her irregular heartbeat.