Before Wang Yuyan walked into the big stone house, she heard a spooky and weird laughter coming from inside. Thinking about the scene in the stone house, a gentle and elegant white-faced scholar was tied to an iron pillar with tears streaming down his face, and a withered old woman laughed and showed her lewdness at him with a whip, she shuddered. After shivering and rubbing her arms, Wang Yuyan opened the door. But the moment she opened the door, she was stunned, stunned. Because what she saw was almost exactly the same as what she had just imagined. There are eighteen kinds of torture instruments in the gloomy stone house, all of which are complete and displayed aside. Huang's husband is a scholar-looking, extremely beautiful young man. He has a big walnut kernel stuffed in his mouth, and his big eyes are full of tears, and he is about to cry. I really feel pity for him. Fortunately, Mrs. Yan was able to do it. Wang Yuyan The belly is talking. "Where did this pretty boy come from?" Po Yan was surprised and confused when she saw Wang Yuyan pretending to be Ning Caichen here, "How did you run up here?" "What's wrong with breaking in? Is Mantuo Villa still the palace?" Are you guilty? I can come and leave whenever I want, and you can't stop me." Wang Yuyan has long been dissatisfied with this old man who cares about human life, and is angry with her, even though she is just a puppet knife, and she controls her. It's Mrs. Wang. "Good boy, if you don't take the road to heaven, there will be no door for hell to break in and talk shamelessly. Cutting off one pair of legs is cutting off, and cutting off both pairs is fine. Today, I will teach you what the rules of Mantuo Villa are." She had never heard such angry words before. Yan Po was so angry that she was shaking all over. She became angry with shame and screamed with both voice and color. "There is an old man-eating witch here, brother, run quickly ah" I didn't expect that the handsome and charming young man actually had some sense of loyalty. After spitting out the walnut core in his mouth, he loudly reminded Wang Yuyan to leave here quickly. . Just when he yelled out, he was severely punished by Yan Po. She raised her hand and whipped him, which made him want to die. "I want to run away, but can I run away?" Yan Po snorted coldly after being whipped, and grabbed Wang Yuyan with her right hand that was as dry as a chicken claw. In her eyes, Ning Caichen, whom Wang Yuyan pretended to be, was just a big talker who could easily be captured. Sure enough, as soon as she took action, she caught Wang Yuyan's right hand. But as soon as she grabbed it, before she could break the right hand, she felt something strange. It was so soft that it seemed like it had no bones. This is not a man's hand, it is clearly a catkin with no spring water on it. "You're not" However, as soon as she finished speaking, before she could say a few more words, she felt that the internal energy in her body was continuously leaking out, and she felt unspeakably uncomfortable. "This is let go" Two intermittent shouts not only had no effect, but the internal force leaked out faster. Yan Po was so frightened that she struggled violently with all her strength. How could Wang Yuyan let go at this moment? Although her purpose here was to save Huang's husband, but more importantly, she wanted to destroy this old godly woman and increase her power. Her current internal power was only third-rate, compared to Po Yan is better. Originally, she was planning to find an opportunity to take action, but unexpectedly, Granny Yan actually came to her door. If God doesn¡¯t take it, he will be blamed for it! This gave and took, but within a moment, Yan Po looked sluggish, as if she had aged for ten years. Her face was covered with wrinkles like deep grooves, and she struggled and said out of breath: "Let go Hands, quicklylet goof me." "Well, since you have asked for it, how can I not agree to your request, which is not too much? After letting go, Yan Po fell softly to the ground, with only a pair of eyes vainly glowing with resentment. "You are a little prodigal who has suffered a thousand blows, a wretched maid who will die a good death. Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go" But she didn't expect that after Wang Yuyan adjusted her breathing with a cup of tea, she transformed the absorbed internal energy into her own. After that, Yan Po regained some strength and started yelling. "Noisy fly!" In Wang Yuyan's eyes, verbal abuse and personal attacks are just clouds, and they won't lose a piece of meat. It's just that this noise is like a demonic voice that penetrates the brain. For some people, being old and not dying is a thief. When she was annoyed, she simply knocked it down with a finger to avoid continuing to chatter there. After turning Yan Po into a wax figure, the stone house suddenly became quiet. The white-faced scholar has also stopped struggling and crying, and is tied there in a daze. The situation fluctuated so quickly that he didn't even realize what was happening. When he felt his hands tied behind the iron pillar loosen, he woke up and realized that he was saved. "I, I'm saved. I really don't have to have my legs chopped off and I don't need to be used as flower fertilizer, right?" The white-faced scholar yelled, looking like he was grateful and ecstatic for the rest of his life. The flowers in this greenhouse just can¡¯t stand the torment. In fact, any ordinary person who was suddenly taken away, had his legs cut off, and buried alive under flowers would probably be scared to death. Wang Yuyan was also very sympathetic, but at this time she saw his tears and snot flying from his nose. Looking embarrassed, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, and then carefully moved aside to avoid getting involved. "Okay, stop yelling there. Don't you think you're locked up enough?" "Yes, yes, yes everything depends on the hero." The white-faced scholar wiped the tears and snot from his face and said respectfully. road. "Your name is Huang Shiyao?" Wang Yuyan didn't want to save the wrong person. "You are a young man, haven't you asked your benefactor Gao's name yet?" Huang Shiyao asked with a bow. "Have you read Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing"?" "You know a little bit." "Do you know the sentence 'When things are over, you can take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name'?" "In this case, it is Xiaosheng Meng Lang." "It's good to know, this is We are in a place where we will not stay for a long time, so it¡¯s better to leave quickly.¡± ¡°Thank you for your great kindness, hero. I¡¯ll take my leave. If we meet again by chance, I will be rewarded¡± Seeing that Huang Shiyao is still here chirping. Wang Yuyan kept nagging, and said angrily: "What kind of retribution is there? If you don't leave, your time will come." "Yes, yes, yes, Xiaosheng is leaving now. Take care, hero!" Waiting for Huang Shiyao to leave, Wang Yuyan untied Yan Po's acupuncture points, then ignored her and walked away. But I didn¡¯t expect that Huang Shiyao ran back panting after just a few steps. "You are really useless as a scholar!" Wang Yuyan rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong?" "This, Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng" Huang Shiyao's face turned red, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Xiaosheng doesn't know how to row a boat." Jiangnan water town, even the boat didn't answer, what else do you think you would do?" Even though she was scolding like this, Wang Yuyan couldn't just leave him alone. She had no choice but to call him to save people to the end and send Buddha to the west. Youcao's trustworthy little girl. After some instructions, she finally sent Uncle Huang away. When she turned around, she saw a small boat carrying a man and two women arriving at the pier of Mantuo Villa.