Almost everyone in the entire Fengjiabao was in danger, and the Mohist army had gathered to the north of the city. Although it was stated that Fengbai had suppressed the young wife of the Mohist family and stood still, it was considered that the soldiers were approaching the city and would launch an attack at any time.
Feng Baizhe even felt a little regretful, catching Chu Yunyao was like catching a hot potato, staying with her was an extra security and an extra danger.
But at least with Chu Yunyao in his hands, Mo Lingyuan didn't dare to act rashly, and could hold out for a while, waiting for the support of the Gong family and the Si family.
Everyone in Fengjiabao was in danger, rumors spread everywhere, and the fear had already penetrated into the hearts of the people. Feng Baizhe ordered to stop the spread of rumors, but those rumors had already spread to the army, out of control.
The dirty and nasty things that the Feng family had done were uncovered and laid out like sparks from a prairie fire.
The Feng family has committed too many crimes, and the ghosts who died unjustly took revenge, and the rumors that they are exhausted are everywhere.
Feng Baizhe sat in front of Eleven, and when she heard these words from the guard's newspaper, she angrily dropped the teacup on the table.
He stared at Eleven gloomyly with a pair of stern eyes, and said in a harsh voice, "Mrs. Mo, do you also believe in ghosts in this world?"
Eleven Duan sat at the table, glanced at the broken porcelain on the ground, and said casually, "So what if you have it, so what if you don't? I don't do anything wrong in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
Compared with ghosts, human hearts are much more terrifying.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have landed on Mr. Feng's territory for no reason. "
After she finished speaking, she gave Yun Che who was beside her a hard look, as if she had great hostility towards Yun Che.
Feng Baizhe's eyes fell on Yun Che: "Brother Yun, what do you think should be done?"
Yun Che played with the fan in his hand, "Rumours are limited to wise people, as long as you don't spread rumors, you'll be fine. Brother Feng, have you ever thought about catching a few rumormongers and making an example of them?"
Feng Baizhe originally had this intention, but Feng Qianfan and his two cousins have always been blamed for such cruel things as killing people, "But father..."
Yun Che interrupted him, "Brother Feng is really kind-hearted. Now that the murderer has not been found out, and the old Patriarch Feng is paralyzed on the bed because of these rumors, you are doing this for the good of the old Patriarch... "
Feng Baizhe had a step and just used the slope to descend the donkey, "So, according to Brother Yiyun's words."
At dusk in early winter, the afterglow of the sun sprinkled on Xiao Su's Fengjiabao, on the high beheading platform, the executioner beheaded more than a dozen heads, and the blood was printed on the setting sun, engraved under the beheading platform like a horrible painting In the hearts of those watching.
Ghosts are scary, and people are also scary. The Feng family exists like devils.
That night, Feng Baizhe hosted a banquet for "talented people and strangers" in the main hall. Yun Che and Shiyi found an excuse and rested in the guest room, not bothering to get involved with these people and things.
Feng Baizhe thought that she would be able to sleep well tonight after doing this, but she didn't expect to be woken up by the guards in the middle of the night.
The confidant who has been by his side as a valet and bodyguard, is dead!
Died on the beheading platform with the head hanging.
Feng Baizhe rushed to the beheading platform full of anger, pressing the painful forehead of the drunken woman. In the middle of the night, there was a circle of people around the beheading platform. Those people talked a lot, and when they saw Feng Baizhe arrived, they all fell silent. Noise, not daring to make any sound.
At dawn, the first light of the morning sun breaks out.
Yun San and Yun Jiu took off their black clothes wrapped in coolness, and went back to the guest room.
"Miss, the news has spread. Si Shouzhe will soon know the news of Mrs. Si's death, Chu Yunqian."
"The guards of the Si family who delivered the news also intercepted them halfway."
Chu Yunyao nodded in satisfaction: "It's been hard work, go and rest for a while, there are more important things waiting for you after dawn."