The bright moon in the sky was broken into countless pieces of light in the water waves. The cold wind brought a fishy smell mixed with intermittent sobbing, tempting people to go and take a look. Feng Zhusheng held the long sword upside down in his right hand, used his true power to protect his body, and slowly walked towards the water pavilion.
There was a dim light burning in the pavilion, and the flickering candlelight cast a thick shadow. The person had a tall bun and a slender waist, and seemed to be a woman.
He did not dare to relax just because the other party was a woman. He held the sword and knocked on the door twice, shouting: "Who is the person in the pavilion?"
The voice in the pavilion suddenly stopped. After a while, the shadow of the woman leaned over to the door and knocked hard from the inside, shouting: "Save me! Save me, I am the wife of the owner of Yinghuo Mountain Villa. If you save me, I will reward you handsomely!"
"That's strange." Feng Zhusheng took a puff of cigarette, half leaned against the door, propped the door with the hilt of his sword, touched a thick copper lock with his left hand, and asked suspiciously: "If you are really the mistress of this villa, who can lock you here? Are you saying that there are thieves in this villa, your family has been murdered, and this villa has been occupied by thieves?"
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