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Xiao Lan, who had always avoided being bewitched by the skin, was now completely bewitched by a corpse from a thousand years ago.

When Xiao Lan finally reacted, she instantly felt that she must have gone mad, to actually be infatuated with a corpse from a thousand years ago!

Xiao Lan let out a deep breath, forcing herself to shift her gaze that she had been unable to control from falling onto the head of the grave's owner. She struggled to look at the two sides above his head, continuing to search for the Profound Spirit Bead.

During this period, Xiao Lan's gaze continued to glance at the mausoleum's owner from time to time. She had a hair-raising illusion that the man in front of her was not dead, but asleep and would wake up at any moment.

Ten-odd minutes later, Xiao Lan finally discovered a bright green bead on the upper right side of the coffin. She extended her hand and grabbed the green bead to carefully examine it.

It was this pearl!

Xiao Lan grasped the pearl in her hand and prepared to leave. However, before she left, she couldn't help but glance at the owner of the tomb once again.

This time, Xiao Lan's gaze was especially serious. The man lying inside the coffin was so beautiful that it could not be described with words. There wasn't a single place around him that he could be picky about.

It was said that beauties had a weak life, and it seemed that even good-looking men would have the same fate. When this man died, it could be said that he was an upright youth.

A hint of regret truly appeared in Xiao Lan's heart. After which, she lowered her voice yet was filled with courtesy and sincerity as she said, "I had no intention to disturb you. I hope that you don't blame me."

After she finished speaking, Xiao Lan stood up and was about to leave, but just as Xiao Lan stood up, the Profound Spirit Pearl in her hand suddenly transmitted a scorching temperature. This temperature was too hot, Xiao Lan instinctively released her hand, and the Profound Spirit Pearl once again tumbled back into the coffin.

Without even thinking about it, Xiao Lan bent down to pick it up. Suddenly, Xiao Lan fell into the coffin for some unknown reason. After falling down, Xiao Lan actually threw himself onto the man's body, and the center of his forehead just happened to hit the man's jade hairpin.

Xiao Lan only felt a wave of pain come from between her eyebrows. This pain actually surged until it blurred Xiao Lan's vision. In a trance, Xiao Lan seemed to see the man open his eyes, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a soul-stealing smile.

"Xiao Lan!"

Before Xiao Lan completely fainted, the last thing she heard was Anya's heart-tearing and lung-splitting shout.

Chaos, misty.

When Xiao Lan woke up again, she noticed that she wasn't in the coffin, nor was she in the dark underground palace. Instead, she was in a room that seemed to be filled with firewood.

Where is this? Why was she here?

Xiao Lan wiggled her fingers, and suddenly, a huge pain shook her head. A memory that did not belong to her was forcibly forced into her head.

East Han Country...

First-grade War Hou Mansion …

Her name is Vilanyi …

Xiao Lan firmly gripped onto the hem of her clothes, as she wanted to use this to ease the ceaseless enormous pain in her head.

Right when the enormous pain in Xiao Lan's head had just eased up, the wood house's door was kicked open by someone, and the already weak door was directly kicked flying out, smashing onto the ground one step away from Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan raised her head to look over. The piercing sunlight that shot in from outside caused her to be unable to stop herself from squinting her eyes, and for a moment she didn't see anything clearly.

"Look, elder sister, I've already told you that this slut has a great life. After being hungry for three days, she still hasn't died yet."

"Second sister, you are a human after all, so you can't act this way."

"Humph!" "She's just a cheap little girl, what do you care!"

"Second sister, why do you say that she and I are sisters?"

"Don't spout nonsense, I don't even have a sister like her!"

The voices of the two young women clearly entered into Xiao Lan's ears. The former was arrogant and domineering, while the latter was gentle and refined.

The two names of 'eldest sister', 'Wei Menghan', 'second sister', and 'Wei Yaru' appeared in Xiao Lan's mind out of instinct.

Xiao Lan, who originally had her eyes narrowed, suddenly opened them. What was going on?

Why did these two names appear in her mind? Furthermore, she felt that they were extremely familiar, but she did not recognize them in the real world!

Opening his eyes, Xiao Lan finally saw clearly that there wasn't one person, nor were there two, but a group of people.

Everyone happened to block out the blinding sunlight, so Xiao Lan saw it more clearly.

There were two females standing in front of the crowd. One of them was extremely charming while the other was spirited. Her jet-black hair was coiled into beautiful flowing clouds, and the jade pearl hairpin was inserted into both sides of her hair.

They were dressed in silks and silk, and their long skirts were over their bare feet, and the hem of their skirts were embroidered with beautiful flowers.

Below them were their embroidered shoes, all covered with flannel, with thick white soles on the soles.

Ever since her parents had been killed, her clan's property had been seized, and she had been forced onto the path of a mercenary step by step. Even though she had experienced many things that she couldn't accept, she hadn't.

Was he dreaming?

But the pain was real...

A movie?

Who dared to let her, Xiao Lan, film …

Just what was going on!?

Just as Xiao Lan was in a daze, the arrogant and domineering second sister, Wei Yaru, had unknowingly walked in front of Xiao Lan. She raised her leg and kicked Xiao Lan mercilessly.

The kick was extremely forceful, causing Xiao Lan to fall backwards. He even breathed heavily, almost losing his breath.

"Wretched girl, are you hungry? Your eyes are dull and lifeless. My kick is the first to sober you up!"

When she saw Xiao Lan in a sorry state, she quickly revealed a joyful smile. "Excuse me, how do you feel about the kick from the dignified Third Young Miss of the Hou clan?"

After saying that, she couldn't stop giggling.

The servants crowded by the door, including the mama, saw that she was laughing and quickly imitated her. Some of them even laughed in an exaggerated manner.

Amongst the crowd, only the eldest young mistress, Cangmeng Han, couldn't bear to look at her. "Second sister …"

"Sister, don't you think it's interesting that she's in such a sorry state?"

Yes, the current Xiao Lan was indeed in a miserable state. She fell down and had no strength to stand up. The breath in her throat was almost unable to move and it seemed as if it was about to break.

Xiao Lan, who had her eyes lowered, couldn't help but to calm down. The hand by her side slowly curled into a ball in the moist soil that had a pungent smell.

How long has it been?

She had almost forgotten how it felt to be bullied and humiliated by others!

In the next second, the dark soul that was originally buried deep within the heart of Xiao Lan was awakened!

The creed that she, Xiao Lan, only worshipped: Whoever bullies me, will all enter hell!

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Lan, who seemed to be on the verge of death, grabbed onto the sharpest branch that was closest to her.