I made the villain right.

After walking for several miles, we finally arrived at the Wangyou Inn.

Lin Yang went in first to make arrangements in advance, while Shi Jin went around looking around.

Looking at the inn in front of her, she sighed. When their crew was filming, the scenery of the Forget-Sorrow Inn was temporarily built and a bit simple, while the scenery of the Forget-Sorrow Inn here was quite detailed.

The inn is built at the foot of the mountain, with a winding stream in front and mountains at the back. The scenery is pleasant all around, without the noise of cars and horses, and it is quiet and far away. It gives a feeling of a secluded life away from the hustle and bustle of the world, with a bright moon in the middle of the stream and a pillow of fresh breeze.

Upstairs is the best place to view the scenery. Standing here, you can enjoy the sunset, the flying cranes and the misty jungle. In modern times, this place can be developed into a holiday scenic spot.

After Lin Yang had arranged everything, he notified Shi Jin to come in.

As soon as Shi Jin came in, he ran straight to the room upstairs.

After sitting in the bumpy and shaking carriage all the way, she was now physically and mentally exhausted, with a sore back and waist, and just wanted to rest quickly.

In order to go faster, Shi Jin took bigger steps when going up the stairs, climbing two flights of stairs at a time, without caring about her image as a lady.

She walked with her head down, concentrating on the guest room upstairs, and did not notice someone suddenly coming down from the corner of the stairs, so she accidentally bumped into him.

"Sorry," she apologized hurriedly with her head down, then took a step aside and continued walking up.

Shi Jin walked in a hurry and did not notice that there was a pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

As soon as Fan Hua came down from upstairs, he saw a man in a hurry bumping into him.

He frowned slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. He never liked being touched by others.

He raised his eyes instantly, and saw a woman with skin whiter than snow and beautiful face in front of him.

But the woman kept her head down, and after apologizing, she passed him and went upstairs in a hurry.

This suddenly made Fan Hua feel a little doubtful. He couldn't help but look back at the slender figure with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

The woman was in an unknown hurry for something. She strode up the stairs like a strong man. Her movements were a little funny, and the maid behind her could not keep up with her pace.

Her behavior and style have nothing to do with the dignified and gentle image of a woman, and are somewhat strange.

"Master, do you think there is anything wrong?" Du Xuan behind him asked puzzledly.

"No problem." His voice was cold and there was no emotion in it.

Then he looked vaguely towards a guest room upstairs, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.

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After Shi Jin entered the room, she asked Zhilu to ask the waiter to prepare water for her bath and bring up her dinner. She was too lazy to go downstairs to eat and just wanted to eat in the room.

Soon a full bucket of water was placed in the room. Zhilu was sprinkling some flower petals into it. Seeing Shi Jin come in, she stepped forward skillfully to help her change clothes.

As soon as Zhilu's hand touched her collar, Shi Jin waved her hand and said, "No, no need, I can do it myself. You go down first, I'll call you if there's anything." She didn't like others to help her take a bath.

Hearing this, Zhilu stopped what he was doing, said "OK" obediently and left the room. When he turned around, he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, with a little doubt in his heart.

Somehow, she felt that her young lady seemed to have changed, but she couldn't tell exactly where.

Shi Jin lay in the wooden tub, taking a leisurely bath, closing her eyes leisurely and comfortably, shaking off the tiredness in her body. Suddenly she realized that she had never seen this body before, so she quickly sat up straight, used her hands to push aside the layers of petals on the water, revealing a piece of water surface, which she used as a mirror to look at her face.

I saw a beautiful little face reflected in the water. Due to the heat of the water, a blush crept up her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful. Looking at this face that was similar to hers, she was surprised and happy at the same time, because this face was not only younger, but also more beautiful.

Is this what a 14-year-old looks like? Full of collagen, thick hairline.

In real life, she is actually 28 years old, but she is still single. No one pursued her when she was in school, and there were some who pursued her after she started working, but she looked down on them all because she is a face-obsessed person. She deserves to be single.

Now she had inexplicably entered the script, and she didn't know whether I was dead or alive over there, and how her father, mother, and her best friend were doing now. She suddenly missed them.

Thinking of this, her nose felt sore, her eyes became misty with tears, and a hot tear silently slid down her face.

She was not a crybaby, but when she thought about the possibility that she might not be able to see her family and friends in the future, and that they might be separated by life and death, she couldn't stop her tears from falling.

She cried quietly for a while, then washed her face, got out of the bucket, and put on the prepared underwear.

When Zhilu brought dinner to her room, she was in no mood and couldn't eat anymore after a few bites. But she was afraid of being hungry at night, so she continued to eat obediently until she was just full.

At night, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The days without her cell phone were too empty, which made her very uncomfortable. There was no entertainment here, so she could only lie there. She didn't know what time it was, but it felt quiet outside and everyone had fallen asleep. It must be quite late.

She really couldn't sleep, so she had to get out of bed, walked to the window and opened it. The moment the window opened, the breeze outside took the opportunity to rush into the house. It was spring now, and the wind blowing on her face was cool and refreshing, which felt very comfortable.

The night sky is dotted with stars, and a bright, round moon hangs high in the sky, with a few dark clouds floating around it, giving the moon a hazy and mysterious beauty.

Looking at the horizon, she gradually fell into deep thought, her thoughts running wild.

She decided to take whatever came her way, to control her own destiny, live her own life, and make a big comeback.

She felt that if she couldn't go back, after she rewrote her damn fate, maybe she could find a handsome man to fall in love with here to make up for her regret of being single. The prerequisite was that she would find someone she liked. I wonder if there were any handsome men in ancient costumes here.

After being blown by the wind for half a quarter of an hour, she felt a little cold. Afraid of catching a cold, she decided to go back to bed.

Just as she closed the window and walked back, she noticed a dark shadow flashing in front of the window. She was so scared that she quickly climbed onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and buried her head in the quilt, covering her pounding heart. The room was so quiet that it seemed as if the only sound she could hear was her surging heartbeat.

It can't be a ghost! Impossible, I am a socialist youth, I believe in science, and the talk of ghosts and gods is nonsense.

But the world is so vast that nothing is impossible. If she could even be in the script, what else could not exist? Soon she began to believe it again.

Thinking that this was a remote place and that they were staying in an inn, she automatically imagined all kinds of ghost stories about ghosts coming back in midnight dreams.

After a while, she felt uncomfortable because burying her head in the quilt not only made her breathing difficult, but also made her sweat and her body feel sticky and uncomfortable.

After a moment she couldn't bear it any longer, and fearing she would suffocate to death, she turned into a ghost.

So she first carefully exposed her two eyes, peeking at the situation near the window, and only when she found anything unusual did she fully expose her head.

Whatever it is, no one can stop me from sleeping.

She no longer cared what the black shadow was. After a whole day of tossing and turning, her eyelids felt heavy and she was very sleepy.

Gradually, the sound of smooth and regular breathing could be heard in the room.

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At dawn the next day, Zhilu came in with toiletries and woke her up. She didn't lose her temper. She used to get up early to film, so she could accept it.

After washing up, she went downstairs to have breakfast. Looking from upstairs, she saw that there were not many guests eating downstairs.

Zhilu saw her coming down and greeted her with a smile: "Miss, this way"

Shi Jin only saw Zhilu, but no sign of Lin Yang, so she asked, "Where is Guard Lin? Doesn't he have breakfast?" she asked.

"Guard Lin has already eaten and is waiting in the carriage now."

Getting up so early to work is truly a good employee who loves his job and is dedicated to it. In reality, this is definitely an employee that the boss likes.

She sat down. There were several kinds of buns and some porridge on the table. The quantity was a bit too much and she felt that two people could not finish it.

She picked up a meat bun and was about to eat it when she found Zhilu standing next to her like a door god, and she couldn't eat it.

She forgot that there is a strict hierarchy here. People here believe in the difference between the superior and the inferior and pay attention to etiquette and shame. Servants cannot sit at the table and eat with their masters.

"Please sit down and eat with me. This is an order." She knew Zhilu was going to say something like "there is a difference between the superior and the inferior" to reject her, so she stopped him from saying anything in advance.

Zhilu did not dare to be negligent, so he sat down flattered, carefully picked up a meat bun, and started eating it in small bites.

There was a lot of meat in the meat buns. I don’t know what ingredients were put in it. The aroma filled the taste buds. It’s easy to get sick of meat buns if you eat too many of them. She ate two meat buns and couldn’t eat anymore, so she had to drink some porridge.

"Someone's dead, someone's dead!" Suddenly a scream came from upstairs, which scared Shi Jin so much that his hands trembled, and the spoon hit the bowl with a crisp sound.

She looked in the direction of the sound and found the waiter stumbling out of the room, looking dazed and frightened.

Shi Jin continued to eat the porridge in his hand while thinking.

The room where the murder took place was just diagonally opposite her. With such a loud noise at night, she should have heard something, but she heard nothing. Was she sleeping too deeply?

Somehow Shi Jin suddenly remembered the dark shadow that passed by her window at night.

After a moment, the shop owner who was sitting at the counter reacted and hurried upstairs to check the situation.

Zhilu was also frightened. She glanced at Shi Jin's expression and saw that she was eating porridge with her eyes lowered. Her face was calm and she didn't seem to be affected at all.

Zhilu couldn't help but move closer to Shi Jin and sit closer to her. Seeing that Shi Jin didn't react, she continued to eat the bun in her hand, but glanced upstairs from time to time.

Some guests in the guest rooms upstairs came out upon hearing the noise, and the guests downstairs also looked up curiously. Some were brave enough to go upstairs directly to watch it up close.

The crime scene was too bloody and could easily give rise to nightmares, so Shi Jin didn’t think there was anything worth seeing.

Shi Jin looked as if it had nothing to do with him and tasted the porridge in the bowl.

He felt that the porridge in this restaurant was of just the right temperature and taste, with a light meaty aroma in the air.

Zhilu glanced at Shi Jin and found that she was indifferent, and other images emerged in her mind.

That was the scene where Shi Jin whipped people, leaving their skin torn and blood all over the place.

The scene of the young lady whipping people with a whip was also quite bloody and scary, she thought.

Some of the onlookers were shocked and said: "Oh, this death is so tragic!"

"What a huge hatred, what a huge resentment! His eyes were gouged out and he died."

"How miserable!" The continuous voices from upstairs all fell into Shi Jin's ears.

She suddenly began to wonder if this murder case was related to the shadow last night. The direction the shadow flashed seemed to be heading towards that room. Was it a ghost killing someone in the dark night? Or was it an enemy who came to kill her?

Whatever the reason, she suddenly felt lucky that she didn't open the window to find out what was going on out of curiosity last night. Otherwise, whether she encountered a ghost or saw someone killing someone, she would have been among the dead.

Thinking of this, her scalp went numb and she didn't dare to think further.

Being afraid of ghosts actually saved my life.

She suddenly felt that the porridge in her hand was no longer fragrant, and now she just wanted to leave the inn.

"Are you full? The journey is long, so let's get on with our journey early." She put down the porridge in her hand and said to Zhilu who was eating a bun with his head down.

"Miss, I'm full." Upon hearing that, Zhilu immediately stuffed all the meat buns in his hand into his mouth, seemingly afraid of displeasing her. When he was about to leave, he secretly glanced at the two meat buns in the bowl, as if he still wanted to eat more but didn't dare to say it.

"Then let's go"

Shi Jin glanced around, and when he left, he took advantage of no one's attention, grabbed two buns and walked out, disappearing into the distance in a flash.

Zhilu was stunned by Shi Jin's confusing behavior. If someone didn't know her, they would think she was stealing something.

If you want to eat, you can pack it up and take it away, why are you being so sneaky? ... She felt that she was increasingly confused about what the young lady was thinking.

Seeing her walking away, Zhilu hurried to catch up.

The carriage was silent and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Zhilu felt as if a group of crows were cawing in her heart.

Because she was sitting upright with two meat buns in her hands, it looked strange no matter how you looked at it, and it didn't match her temperament at all.

She saw that Zhilu wanted to eat but didn't dare to say it, so she took the buns with her when she left.

She had to find a way to get rid of this hot bun, but this method had to maintain her vicious personality while successfully getting the bun to her, because she couldn't let her personality collapse yet, otherwise it would easily arouse suspicion. People here have feudal ideas and firmly believe in ghosts and gods, and people would mistakenly think that she was possessed by someone or a ghost, and it would be bad if they burned her to death as a demon.

She glanced at Zhilu and found that the girl was in a daze and not looking at her.

She deliberately sniffed the bun, then took it away, and said with disgust, "Hey, why does it smell so bad? I haven't eaten this bun before, so I wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to be so bad."

Hearing this, Zhilu raised his eyes, looked at Roubaozi and swallowed his saliva.

I thought to myself, it doesn't smell bad, I think it's quite delicious. The lady clearly ate it this morning, so how could she say she hadn't eaten it? Her thoughts are really hard to understand.

Seeing Zhilu's greedy look, she smiled and pretended to think for a while before speaking, "I brought it all the way with me. It would be a pity to throw it away. Since I don't want to eat it, Zhilu, then you can eat it for me." Her tone was unyielding, and then she handed the bun to Zhilu.

"Thank you for the reward, Miss." Zhilu happily took the bun she handed over with a smile on his face.

"It's just two buns. Look how happy you are. You seem to have never seen the world," Shi Jin said with pretended disdain.

Zhilu stared at the bun in his hand, then looked at Shi Jin, feeling warm in his heart, and began to eat it with relish.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the young lady had become gentler and even gave her food. Normally, she never rewarded her servants with food.