After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

After a moment, he heard the old lady in front of him snort at him, “Wen Xuan, you are right.”

An Yun’s bad thoughts grew stronger, and this premonition made him step back subconsciously.

Old Madam Zang just looked at him and sneered, then ordered the people next to her, “This person has no etiquette and no sense of shame. If he continues to stay in my Zang Mansion, he will only pollute the territory of my Zang Mansion. Now, you all can drag him out and beat him until he is dead and turned into a puddle of flesh.”

When Old Madam Zang said this, she was a little calm at first but gradually became crazed as she spoke. By the last sentence, it was full of deep hatred.

That sentence seemed to have been rooted in Old Madam Zang’s heart for many years, and it was only today that she finally had the opportunity to fulfil her wish.

When An Yun heard this, his eyes widened a bit, and he turned around and prepared to open the door and escape.

Who knew that the two women blocking An Yun’s path were faster than him.

Immediately afterward, Wen Xuan, who had been standing next to Old Madam Zang, looked at the maids standing beside her and shouted directly, “What are you still doing? Why don’t you hurry up and drag him to the punishment!”

As soon as Wen Xuan’s words came out, the people who had not yet reacted immediately gathered around him.

In less than a moment, An Yun was surrounded and trapped directly between them.

Seeing that An Yun couldn’t struggle out, as if he were a butterfly entangled in a spider’s web, the joy in Old Madam Zang’s eyes almost overflowed.

Old Madam Zang had put away the morbid violence in her eyes, gradually leaned back in her chair, looked at them, and continued to order, “Take him down for punishment, and execute him in the outer courtyard. Don’t let him die too quickly. I want to be here and listen to how you let him die.”

“Yes!” the maids and women responded, dragging the tied An Yun away.

An Yun wanted to struggle, but his body, which had just been healed and was still riddled with illness, couldn’t withstand these rough women. In the end, he had no choice but to be dragged down.

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After An Yun was pulled to the outer courtyard, another quarter of an hour passed before the maids and women arrived carrying torture instruments.

The woman who was overseeing the execution looked at An Yun, smiled, and showed her yellowish teeth. Her old face made the smile seem harsh, and her tone was a bit contemptuous. She leaned close to An Yun’s ear and whispered, “Fulang, I can’t help it. It’s the old lady’s order. I’m afraid you won’t be in human form after today. If there comes a day when your soul return to visit, remember not to come to me. After all, every wrong doing has its own owner.”

After saying that, before An Yun could react, the woman withdrew and immediately had someone press him onto the execution bench.

When An Yun was pressed onto the chair and the first plank was placed, pain swept through his entire body instantly, causing beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

An Yun considered himself unlucky. Not only did he not receive preferential treatment when he travelled through time, but he also faced a miserable death.

An Yun was beaten who knows how many times—maybe only four or five—when his mind started to stop working.

If he had known this, An Yun thought he should have chosen to die of illness from the beginning, instead of waiting until today to die in such a painful way.

Just as An Yun felt a fishy taste in his mouth, patches of grey began to appear before his eyes, and his heartbeat slowed down, a sudden sound came from the door.

Immediately, the woman who had been hitting An Yun with a plank was struck by something and flew out.

Following that, there was a huge commotion.

“Young master, young master, what are you going to do?”

“Young master, I am only following orders; you can’t do this to me!”

“Young master, please spare my life!”

In the midst of this chaos, An Yun reluctantly opened his eyes and looked toward the noisy area, only to see a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

An Yun’s head had turned into a mess, and he was so disoriented that he didn’t even know where he was or what was happening. He just stared at the figure in a daze, blinked a few times, and his heavy, fishy-sweet mouth finally stopped gasping.

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Seeing that An Yun had passed out, Xiao Cui, who had arrived with the reinforcements, was anxious and didn’t know what to do. She put her hand on top of An Yun’s body and moved it up and down, but she never dared to touch An Yun.

Finally, Xiao Cui looked up at Zang Ya, who was standing at the front, with eyes full of desperation.

Zang Ya frowned fiercely, then looked at Qing Yue, who was following behind, and ordered her, “Take him back. I will go talk to my grandmother.”

“Yes!” Qing Yue responded, glanced at An Yun, and then moved away reluctantly. She quickly ordered people to take An Yun away as soon as possible.

The maid next to her, seeing Zang Ya’s actions and realizing he was going to take An Yun away, suddenly panicked and shouted at Zang Ya, “Young master, you can’t do this.”

Upon hearing this, Zang Ya glanced at her, swung the long whip in his hand, and struck her in the chest, causing her to fall directly to the ground on her back. Blood flowed from her head when it hit the ground, and she couldn’t get up no matter what.

Seeing this, the other servants did not dare to approach Zang Ya and his group. They allowed Qing Yue to take An Yun away and watched as they left.

Zang Ya walked into the inner courtyard, and immediately, a figure ran in quickly.

Zang Ya merely glanced at the hem of the figure’s clothes, then continued walking into the inner courtyard.

Old Madam Zang, who was sitting at the top, seemed to have heard the commotion outside. At this time, she looked at her beloved grandson with a bit of hatred in her eyes and said, “What, are you going to defy my orders for that vixen?”