Hua Rong stepped over the corpse of Young Master Yuwen and walked to the window.
After a flash of certain emotions in his eyes, he reached out and pushed open the window.
The world shattered, becoming a true mirror.
She saw the face of the original owner, Liu Xu, in those shattered mirrors.
Her skin was as white as snow, with a sickly pallor.
Just like her in some world where she was a child concubine.
"I want to see what you really are!"
Hua Rong closed her eyes and felt the air around her.
It has no spiritual power, like a box in some world where the air has been sucked out.
The eeriness was tinged with a repulsive decay.
In fact, it's a method of reading other people's memories and then weaving a scenario that's both real and fake.
They're not much different from rats in the sewers.
"Hehehe"
Just as Hua Rong regained a sliver of consciousness, she heard that sinister laughter.
She opened her eyes and saw a person with a face as stiff as paper, dressed in a black brocade robe.
His clothes were embroidered with eerie mandalas in gold and red thread on both the front and back. These mandalas, contrasting with his face, made him look even more unsettling.
Hua Rong looked at himself again; the material was extremely comfortable.
She wore a large peony-patterned emerald green gauze dress, a pink daffodil-patterned green leaf skirt that trailed on the ground, and a thin, golden-threaded emerald green gauze draped over her body.
Judging from the weight on the head, the hairpins and jewelry must have been very valuable.
But the place I'm in now... looks just like the dungeon I once lived in in another world.
What are you going to do?
Hua Rong's voice was icy as she looked at the man in front of her.
"Hehehe"
The man took a whip from his waist.
"Smack!"
The sound of the whip hitting the ground made Hua Rong's teeth ache slightly.
Intimidation?
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