The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 3 That Dead Girl Woke Up
Likong Continent, Xuanling Palace.

In a blur of consciousness, Shen Tangluo only felt that his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

She unconsciously groaned in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The godless pupils gradually gathered together, and a pair of iron-blooded cold eyes opened suddenly.

Shen Tangluo hadn't figured out where she was at this time, her heart suddenly ached.

The next moment, she felt that Youdao's fleeting image seemed to break free and break through her mind.

She vaguely remembered that Jun Yunsi's whereabouts were unknown after the Wujiangu War. She searched for him for ten years and guarded the Temple of the Six Realms for ten years.

But when he heard the news about him again, he ushered in a bad news.

Afterwards, she personally went to a ghost town that she had not stepped into for a hundred years.

That's right, hasn't she already lost her soul?
Why is she still in pain and feeling thirsty?
Just as her thoughts were wandering, a childish voice tremblingly sounded beside her, "Sister, she woke up..."

In an instant, Shen Tangluo's thoughts were suddenly pulled back.

A few immature faces were reflected in front of her eyes, surrounded by three eleven or twelve-year-old girls, all of them lowered their heads to look at the broken body lying on the ground.

Shen Tangluo was stunned, how could she stay with a group of children?
She had no time to think about it, she put her hands on the ground, but her internal organs were pulled, causing her to gasp in pain.

At the same time, his eyes widened uncontrollably, staring at his hands in shock.

These hands are clearly the hands of a ten-year-old child, immature but full of scars, with strands of cracks clinging to the entire back of the hands, which is shocking.

what on earth is it?

"How are you? Are you okay?" The voice was still cautious and tender at the beginning.

Shen Tangluo ignored him, barely endured the pain all over his body and sat up, raised his eyes and glanced at the little girls with rosy faces.

The three little girls were caught off guard by a pair of cold eyes, and they all backed away, their spines shivering with fear, and they didn't say a word.

"Is that dead girl awake?"

A piercing and sharp sound came from outside the cabin.

"Go out by yourself when you wake up." I didn't see him, but only heard his voice, and I could hear that he was very angry.

Immediately following this voice came the sound of a few messy footsteps.

A woman with exquisite and luxurious makeup walked towards Shen Tangluo with two maidservants.

However, when the woman saw this immature but stunning little face, a vicious gleam instantly appeared in her eyes.

Although this face was stained with dirt, it resembled that woman very much.

Especially those pair of stunning peach blossom eyes, full of the shadow of that woman.

Without asking her name, Mrs. Nangong recognized Shen Tangluo's identity at a glance.

There was deep disgust in her eyes, eyes full of anger fixed on the little girl who was surrounded by three little girls.

Mrs. Nangong first glanced at the three childish little girls angrily, and scolded: "Who told you to come here? I'm not afraid of getting bad luck! Get out of the way!"

The three little girls were murdered, and immediately lowered their heads obediently, and said in unison, "Yes, mother."

Instead, she ordered to the two maidservants behind her: "What are you doing in a daze? Throw her out of Xuanling Palace to my wife. Not any stinky beggar can pretend to be the palace master's daughter to sneak in here."

This piercing and harsh voice, familiar but far away, made Shen Tangluo suddenly start to have a splitting headache.

She curled up her small body, holding her head, and scenes of long and profound pictures flew through her mind.

Mrs. Nangong kicked Shen Tangluo's bare feet, and crushed them hard, ruthlessly and viciously, "Do it!"

Shen Tangluo woke up immediately.

She remembered!
This was the day 800 years ago, when she was abandoned by her mother and thrown into Xuanling Palace when she was ten years old!

The mother said that the owner of the Xuanling Palace was her biological father, so she told her to find him and stop harming others.

The mother also said, Shen Tangluo, you ruined her life just like your ruthless and cold-blooded father.

Her mother left her alone on the back hill of Xuanling Palace, but she never showed up.

On the day she was ruthlessly abandoned in Xuanling Palace, she failed to see her biological father.

Instead, Madam Nangong, the head mistress of Xuanling Palace ordered her to beat her body with bruises, and left her in the back mountain to fend for herself.

Later, when she woke up again from a coma, she saw three little girls who were practicing in the back mountain, that is, her half-sister.

It was precisely because she was discovered by these three little girls.

Once again, Mrs. Nangong took her to the wooden house on the back mountain of Xuanling Palace, and let her servant girl and Nangong Fei humiliate and scold her.

In the end, she was dying and thrown into the ghost forest to feed the wolves.

That night, she spent the night torn between wolves.

Bloody, helpless, rebellious, until exhausted.

Even though 800 years have passed since this incident, Shen Tangluo's heart still couldn't help but be stained with an imperceptible self-mockery.

How could she remember the humiliating and painful experience in her childhood even after she died.

Are you not reconciled?
Shen Tangluo thought that she was a hallucination after death.

He didn't realize that the maid behind Mrs. Nangong was approaching her after listening to the order.

And the little girls in front of him all retreated behind Mrs. Nangong.

Shen Tangluo's thin body was immediately lifted up.

The servant girl looked at the weak girl in her hand contemptuously, and couldn't help mocking: "Hehe, a stinky beggar dares to pretend to be the daughter of the palace master, and he doesn't even look at himself!"

"I can't find the slightest breath of spiritual energy on my body. What's the difference between it and a waste? Just like this, she is also worthy of being the daughter of the palace lord?"

"Hey, you bastard, you want to enter Xuanling Palace!"

The two maidservants sang together, and all kinds of insults filled the whole wooden house.

Shen Tangluo's collar was pulled up high, his small body was hanging halfway, and contemptuous and humiliating ridicules could be heard in his ears.

She looked around in a daze, and for a moment it seemed as if a group of flies were stuffed in her ears.

Noisy!
Shen Tangluo's immature face was cold and deep at the moment, and the peach blossom eyes were full of coldness.

She raised her dirty and blood-stained little hands and impatiently concentrated her skills, but was surprised to find that her skills could not be gathered at all.

Could it be that after a person dies, everything in his life will be taken back?

No one noticed the strangeness in Shen Tang's eyes.

(End of this chapter)