The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

But she was destined to be wrong this time.

The sun came out today and it was warm on her body. Hang Fanqian faced all this and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so nice outside."

Only after people have truly lost something will they desperately cherish it and keep it.

Happiness is born out of suffering.

Xiaolu urged: "Hurry up, madam, old madam, and young master are all waiting."

"I got it, here we come." Hang Fanqian said softly, obediently speeding up her pace.

Xiaolu was amazed by this obedient look. Sure enough, some people simply needed training.

When Hang Fanqian came to the main hall, she realized that there were a lot of people in the room. Except for a person dressed as a Taoist priest she didn't know, everyone else looked at her with very unfriendly eyes.

The Taoist priest's eyes were filled with pity.

Hang Fanqian instantly realized that this was a Hongmen Banquet. At that moment, she had the idea of ​​retreating, but it was obvious that it was too late now.

"What are you doing standing still? Come in quickly." Xiao Lu saw her hesitating at the door and pushed her rudely.

Hang Fanqian stumbled and fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.

"What are you going to do?"

Hang Fanqian swallowed her saliva. She didn't blame her for being afraid. It was because the eyes of the people in this room were so terrifying, as if they wanted to eat her!

"Bold and evil, you haven't shown your true colors yet!" the fortune teller sternly scolded. Although he felt that Hang Fanqian was pitiful, he was a dead Taoist friend and a poor Taoist. For his personal safety, he could only follow the script written by Wen Shao.

"What did you say?" Hang Fanqian was confused.

"You dare to quibble, what are your intentions in possessing this body?" The fortune teller just said this according to Wen Shao's instructions. Unexpectedly, Hang Fanqian became really panicked after these words.

Although it was only for a moment, the traveling fortune teller still captured it, and for a while he was a little confused about the situation - could it be that what Wen Shao said about acting was actually true, and that this person really occupied someone else's body.

"I don't know what you are talking about! Don't talk nonsense." Hang Fanqian warned with a stern expression.

"How dare you quibble." Mrs. Wen couldn't help it. "Before I bought you, I asked someone to inquire about your background."

"You are an honest farm girl. You have three sisters, one brother, and one brother. Your parents often beat and scold you, which makes you introverted. But you have never learned calligraphy, let alone reciting poems correctly! "

Wen Shao continued: "A few days ago, you even read the lyrics to me on purpose. Haha, your poetry level is pretty good."

He slowly approached and looked at Hang Fanqian. Her eyes gradually became blurred. Under his deliberate guidance, her psychological defense completely collapsed.

"I, I didn't take over her body on purpose, and I don't know what happened." Hang Fanqian was very aggrieved. If she had known that time travel would be like this, she might as well have been hit by a car and died.

How could other time-travelers have so many troubles? She hadn't exposed anything yet, but she was discovered just by leaving these clues, and there was a dead fortune teller.

Mrs. Wen patted the armrest and stood up: "Sure enough, it's a monster possessing me. Shao'er, come here quickly. Don't get hurt by this monster."

Mrs. Wen pulled Wen Shao and was very nervous. She could not forget Hang Fanqian's previous attempt to seduce Wen Shao. Maybe Hang Fanqian wanted to drain his essence!

"Old sir, what should we do about this matter?" Mrs. Wen asked the fortune teller for his opinion.

Seeing that she had admitted it, the last trace of guilt in the fortune teller's heart disappeared and he said, "Madam, don't be nervous. This evildoer is not of high moral character and can't harm anyone now."

"Just break her legs and throw her out into the wilderness at noon."

The fortune teller couldn't help but glance at Wen Shao, his hands itching.

At this moment, he really wanted to make a fortune for Hang Fanqian. He didn't know if the truth of the matter was what Wen Shao told him to say. If so, how did Wen Shao know? If not, why would Hang Fanqian admit it?

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough knowledge. He has to make a lot of preparations for every fortune-telling. He absolutely cannot do it with his bare hands, so he can only suppress the curiosity in his heart and accompany Wen Shao to finish the play.

As for how he scratched his head and couldn't figure out the truth after returning, there is no need to go into details.

"Okay." Mrs. Wen and Grandma Wen nodded repeatedly, and immediately called a few strong servants to drag Hang Fanqian down. Because they disliked her for being too noisy, they blocked her mouth with a handkerchief.

Hang Fanqian looked at everyone present with horrified eyes, but did not get any pity. They firmly believed that no matter how sincere and pitiful Hang Fanqian acted, it was just a trick to confuse them.

So I just kept doing nothing and made her unable to speak.

After getting rid of the monsters in the house, Mrs. Wen felt relieved and said to the fortune teller: "Last time, sir, you saved my husband's life, and this time he came all the way to get rid of the monsters in the house. We are really not very grateful. Please, sir." Let’s rest in the mansion for now and let us do our part as landlords.”

The fortune teller shook his head repeatedly: "No need, no need, I have other important matters, so I must leave first."

"That's it..." Mrs. Wen was a little regretful, but seeing his sincere words, she didn't force him to stay. She just asked the housekeeper to prepare a thank-you gift for him.

The fortune teller looked at the generous thank you gift and looked at Wen Shao's face. When Wen Shao nodded, he happily accepted it.

Wen Shao went out to see the guests off in person.

"Master Wen, I must have done a good job." The fortune teller communicated with Wen Shao in a low voice.

"Not bad." Wen Shao praised him. His acting skills were better than those of many modern stars. He didn't come from a major, but he was so terrifying.

Before he left, Wen Shao gave him the five hundred taels he received after the event was completed, ignoring the fortune teller's refusal behind him.

The most important thing in trading is integrity.

At noon the next day, Hang Fanqian, whose legs were broken, was taken out by servants of the Wen family.

Facing the curious eyes from outside, the Wen family's explanation for this was that as an aunt, Hang Fanqian tried to seduce the young master in the house and was not a woman, so they punished her and drove her away.

The reason why Hang Fanqian's identity is not told to the public is because he is afraid that other businessmen will hear about the taboo, which will affect the cooperation between Yuan Wen and others.

Using this reason, although some people may think that the Wen family's punishment is a bit harsh, after all, Hang Fanqian was sold as a concubine, which is equivalent to the Wen family's personal belongings. Even the government would find it difficult to punish them in this way.

That night, the Wen Mansion was silent. After dealing with the evildoers, everyone slept soundly and sweetly. Only Wen Shao took advantage of the darkness and sneaked out of the manor.

The forest was not quiet at night. Hang Fanqian was tied up and could not move. Because of the pain in her legs, she developed a high fever and was in a daze. She only heard many howls of wolves, as if they were about to smell the blood and eat her in the next second. Almost exhausted.

She knew that this time she was really finished.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at a certain place. She actually heard the sound of footsteps. It was not the sound of wolf paws stepping on the ground. She was very sure that it was the sound of human feet stepping on dead leaves.

She saw a figure with his back to the moonlight. She couldn't see the face clearly. She could only see that it was a thin figure with clear outlines, and he looked like a man.

Hang Fanqian was gagged and made a whining sound, and hope was rekindled in her desperate and dead heart.

She only knew that she didn't want to die, even if there was only 1% hope, she didn't want to die.

However, when the man came closer, the fire of hope in her heart was completely extinguished. This huge gap between despair and hope made her feel bad. Only her eyes were so big and scary that they were dead. Look at the person coming.

The visitor was naturally Wen Shao.

Wen Shao raised his eyebrows slightly and took out the handkerchief that blocked her mouth. However, even so, the dryness in her throat prevented her from speaking smoothly.

He stumbled and said: "Wen... Shao, it's... you. What are you... doing here?"

Wen Shao said: "Let you be a sensible person, lest you still blame me when you get to the underworld. You must know that the person you should blame is yourself."

Hang Fanqian didn't understand what it meant, until Wen Shao waved his hand gently, and countless fragments suddenly flashed through her mind, and the fragments were slowly pieced together into memories, very strange memories.

But that was the happy life she dreamed of.

In just a few breaths, Hang Fanqian seemed to have really experienced such a long life. She saw herself using the Wen family as a stepping stone to gain a new identity, and with the help of the system, she lit up skills one after another.

One after another, men fell under her pomegranate skirt, as if she was the master of the world.

But why, everything that happens now is different...

Hang Fanqian looked at Wen Shao in a daze: "So, you are reborn, but why, my system."

Her speech was still a little fluent, but it did not prevent Wen Shao from understanding what she meant, nor did it prevent him from wanting to answer her questions.

"You don't need to know." Wen Shao said calmly, "You just need to know now what it feels like to be burned alive."

At that time, the people in the Wen Mansion were knocked unconscious and woke up due to the burning pain, but it was too late. They could only watch themselves being swallowed by the tongues of fire. Until the last moment of their lives, they were filled with unbearable severe pain. .

Wen Shao took out the gasoline in front of her, ignored her constant begging, poured the gasoline on her body little by little, and then lit it.

The flames devoured her, and Hang Fanqian screamed from the beginning to no sound at the end, and only a corpse was left in the end.

Several trees were implicated and caught fire, but soon there was a loud noise in the sky, thunder rolling, and heavy rain pouring down.

Even if someone discovered the body later, they would only think that thunder set her on fire.

Wen Shao turned and left, never looking at her again.

【End of this world】