The East Street outside Bianmen is very lively, and even at night, there are often crowds of people.

Outside this street, there are the most lively tiles and brothels, as well as restaurants and extremely special food. Every night falls, people from all walks of life are pouring in, and the laughter begins.

In the past, Fan Jiuniang was also one of them, but today it is rare to go out.

On the contrary, the dancers raised in the outside house were strictly ordered not to approach, and even the most favored snake-waisted girl was no exception.

Just as the dancers were guessing the reason, Fan Jiuniang issued a death order in the study: "...I'll go again tomorrow morning, you know what to do. If something happens again, don't blame someone for being ruthless."

"The villain understands, the villain understands."

"Remember, you must die in front of Ding. No matter what you do, a certain family must leave enough traces. Since you can even avoid your life, it must not be difficult to grab a handful or bite him, right? Well?"

"Yes, yes, the villain will do it tomorrow."

After waving his hand to let everyone retreat, Fan Jiuniang hummed a small song and turned back to the bedroom: "Hmph, he is just a barbarian, and he also wants to resist a certain family. Tomorrow, I will let you understand who is the one who has the final say outside the Bian Gate."

Today, Fan Jiuniang was in a good mood and her fighting spirit became even stronger. After a series of battles with the dancer at home, she finally fell asleep in a drowsy way.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I felt something was wrong and my breathing became very difficult.

I suddenly opened my eyes and found that a wet handkerchief was covered with some time on my mouth and nose.

It was this handkerchief that made him unable to breathe, and he couldn't say he could just open it. After a few breaths, he would return to normal: "Damn it a bastard!"

He thought that the veil should be the dancer's personal belonging, and accidentally fell on his face.

It was strange that when he yelled, the dancers around him would wake up to serve even if they were sleeping well. But today, I don’t know what happened, there was no movement at all.

Could it be that the previous battle of the intestines was a bit tragic that made these dancers exhausted?

But no matter what the reason was, Fan Jiuniang's face soon became gloomy.

He woke up, and the dancers around him were still sleeping soundly. It seemed that he was a little sloppy and didn't teach them a good lesson. Who would remember that it was so great?

However, just waved his hand and was about to teach the sleeping dancer beside him a lesson. Another soaked veil fell on his face, which happened to cover his mouth and nose.

"Um..." Fan Jiuniang didn't breathe in a breath and almost got out of breath.

I couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly in the dark, but no matter how stupid Fan Jiuniang was, she knew that there was someone else in the room.

Without even taking a break from the veil on his face, Fan Jiuniang had already turned over and rolled back, and she was about to dodge her position from the side first.

But before he could turn over, a long steel sword with a cold light shining across his neck.

The cold sharpness and death breath that came from him instantly made his hair stand on and he never dared to move again: "Good man, please spare my life!"

Unfortunately, there was still a wet handkerchief between her mouth and nose, which made her voice a little distorted. But Fan Jiuniang didn't bother to take away the handkerchief, and only fear was left in her heart.

Before he could continue begging for mercy, he suddenly felt the long sword in his throat disappear instantly. Then he was hit hard by the back of his head, as if it was hit by the back of the knife. A severe pain came and the person had lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, but Fan Jiuniang was poured on her face by a burst of cold water and gradually woke up.

According to the waves of heartache coming from the back of the head, it should be that it was not long since I had just suffered that moment.

This time he finally saw it clearly. There was a black shadow standing in front of him, and his specific appearance and figure were not clear. Due to the unreasonable diet, most ancient people had night blindness.

I wanted to move, but I was frightened to find that my hands were locked together by something.

It felt like two small steel rings, which were particularly tight. It stuck tightly on the wrist and locked both hands behind it. If you wanted to move, you could only feel the pain that was piercing, but you couldn't move.

"A good man spares my life. If you want anything, just take it away. Although a family is not rich, they are a person who loves to make friends. Today, they just regard it as fate and money..."

Before he could finish his words, he was covered with another wet handkerchief on his face and blocked his mouth and nose.

Before he could struggle, another wet handkerchief was stacked on it, but the black shadow opposite him didn't say a word, but just kept covering his face with the wet handkerchief.

In a short while, seven or eight handkerchiefs were stacked on each other to cover his mouth and nose.

He used to be able to speak barely, but now he was left with only a "hmm" sound. The moisture from his mouth and nose became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

But the black shadow seemed to be unsatisfied with the status quo, and kept covering his face with a wet handkerchief.

Fan Jiuniang struggled left and right, shook her head desperately, and even twisted her body. She didn't care that her wrists were trapped behind her and her wrists were covered in blood and blood, but she just couldn't reach her hands in front of her.

As for the feet, they can't move at all.

The rope of unknown material was actually like steel pulling into a wire thread as thick as a finger, tied his legs and feet tightly and fixed them together. Except for twisting left and right, he couldn't move.

But the key is that no matter how hard he struggled, the wet handkerchief would definitely fall on his mouth and nose accurately.

As his breathing became more and more rapid, Fan Jiuniang's face had turned blue and purple.

Seeing that the two eyeballs kept turning white, they became wider and wider, but it became more and more difficult to open their mouths. The pain was so hot between the chest and lungs, and the pain was almost indescribable.

Fan Jiuniang has tasted this for the first time in her life. She really wished she could just give him a knife.

It may be fine if you sacrifice your life early, and you don’t have to taste this terrible taste again.

Anyway, he had already deeply felt that the black and white impermanence was approaching him, and perhaps the next moment, a bull head and horse face would pull the iron chain to lock his soul away.

In the last moment, countless pasts flashed through Fan Jiuniang's mind.

From birth to growing up, the faces of parents and relatives flashed through their eyes one by one. There were countless things he had done, many victims. Some people begged in front of him, and some people were constantly yelling.

At this moment, they all turned into various grim smiles, as if they were close to each other, whistling and about to pounce on them.

My throat was dry and I could no longer breathe the fresh air. Fan Jiuniang couldn't speak the pain.

He just stretched out his tongue and opened his mouth, trying to breathe as fresh as possible.

My whole body was stiff in an instant, and there was only a dry cough in my throat, so hoarse that it was unlike the movements that humans could make.

Is this the feeling of death? I am going to die? Who is this black shadow? Why does he want me to die? If I have the next life, I must be a good person!

All kinds of thoughts surged into my heart in a mess, and Fan Jiuniang finally turned black and her chest almost dried up.

The next moment, endless darkness surged towards him like a tide, and Fan Jiuniang felt that all the strength in her body was being pulled away.

When she woke up again, Fan Jiuniang felt the cold water flowing on her face.

The dark shadow in front of him was still there, and the handkerchief on his face was gone.

For the first time, Fan Jiuniang felt that it was so beautiful to breathe the air, and it was simply the happiest thing in her life.

He took a big breath, not even bothering to say a word. He didn't care about the severe pain from his wrists and ankles at all. He just wanted to take a breath of fresh air, even if he died the next moment.

Unfortunately, not long after taking fresh air, Fan Jiuniang felt a wave of depressedness and disgust on her chest. A soaked handkerchief fell on his face again, covering his mouth and nose.

"Ah...hero, no no, no, grandpa, please spare your life! Grandpa, please spare your life! No matter what orders you have, please ask grandpa to speak. The villain dare not make any complaints, so don't wet the veil for the villain anymore."

Unfortunately, the black shadow ignored his begging for mercy at all, even though Fan Jiuniang quickly gave the other party a new generation.

After a while, the black shadow in front of him almost became the ancestor of the Fan family, and his seniority rose continuously. Fan Jiuniang even made various conditions and said everything he could think of.

Unfortunately, the soaked veil still fell on his face one by one like before, covering his mouth and nose.

After the incident just now, Fan Jiuniang probably guessed that the person who came was not trying to kill him. Otherwise, why would he take so much effort to kill his life?

But the suffocation taste was so painful, and Fan Jiuniang really didn't want to try it again.

To be honest, this is more than a hundred times more uncomfortable than dying once.

I would rather someone give him a knife, even if his head is chopped off, it will be a big scar. No matter how painful it is, he can't feel it. If he dies, what are you afraid of?

But now he felt the feeling of death, and he clearly understood what the outcome would be, but he still had no way to resist.

Whether physically or psychologically, there is no way to recover the trauma caused.

After a while, as the wet veils covered one by one, Fan Jiuniang slowly fell into shock again.

But not long after, as a burst of cold water poured on his face again, Fan Jiuniang opened her eyes again and saw a black shadow standing in front of her.

Now Fan Jiuniang has been soaked with cold sweat all over her body, and she has no strength on her body, and her chest is so painful that it is so hot that it hurts. Even her breathing is weak.

I wanted to speak and beg for mercy, but I found that I couldn't even say a word.

After a long time of rest, I finally found that I could barely say something: "Please..."

Unfortunately, just as I said one word, I was once again soaked with a wet veil and covered my mouth and nose.

Now Fan Jiuniang was very straightforward, and she rolled her eyes and fainted again.

"Hey, what a useless thing!"

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