A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Therefore, this Fengyue Tower is especially popular among those young masters and princes. Even commoners here have their beloved courtesans, and they are willing to spend a fortune just for a smile from a beauty.。