Mu Xuewei trembled all over and turned her head suddenly.
As the candlelight flickered, a tall man in a black robe walked out slowly. His wide hood covered his entire face, leaving only his thin, cold lips exposed.
"Who are you?!"
She asked harshly, her voice shaking uncontrollably.
"Someone who helps you."
The man in black robe stretched out his pale, slender hand and handed over a yellowed sheepskin scroll.
"If you want revenge on Shi Heng, take a look at this."
Mu Xuewei unfolded the scroll tremblingly, her eyes wide open and her face full of disbelief.
The woman in the painting is wearing a seductive red dress, standing on the altar under the blood moon.
That face is clearly Gu Youran who snatched Shi Heng away!
The only difference is that the woman in the painting has a red teardrop mole in the left corner of her eye.
"She...who is she?"
Mu Xuewei's voice was extremely hoarse.
"Jiuchen, the last true shaman of the Wu clan."
The black-robed man chuckled, his fingers running across the face of the person in the painting. "And you... can replace her."
He leaned closer, "Shi Heng is obsessed with nothing more than this skin. If you could become 'her', even more perfect than her..."
Mu Xuewei clenched the scroll tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Why can Gu Youran take Shi Heng away?
Why should I endure the ridicule of the entire capital?
She slowly raised her head, twisted hatred swirling in her eyes, "What should I do?"
The corners of the black-robed man's lips curled up in satisfaction from beneath his hood. "It's very simple."
“Pah-pah—”
Two high fives.
Two servants wearing bronze masks walked out of the shadows.
On the tray in their hands lay a silver knife that shone coldly and a dark red medicine bottle.
"I will help you...reshape your bones."
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