Chapter 1420

Before Feng Baizhe recovered from the tragic death of his confidant, he received the news that Mrs. Si had been killed.

Chu Yunqian's death was very simple and neat, her throat was sealed with a knife, and the wound was corroded. She didn't seem to have suffered any crimes, but the death pattern was exactly the same as that of Chu Yunyan and Chu Yunlan.

The Feng family was shrouded in the shadow of being favored by the god of death.

Feng Baizhe ordered all the servants to gather in an open place, and sent guards to search for idlers in every guest room.

Even the servants guarding the bedside of the old master Feng were taken away.

Old Patriarch Feng couldn't move his limbs. He looked at the fluttering gauze curtain with his eyes open, turned his head to see the window blown open by the cold wind outside, and cleared his throat: "Come on, close the window."

After calling three times in a row, the phlegm in his throat was surging, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, and he couldn't even breathe.

There was a chuckle in the bedroom, and then the sound of the window being closed was heard.

Patriarch Feng looked at the tall man's back through the gauze curtain and narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

It seems that such a tall servant has never been seen before.

Chi Yebai's slender fingers twirled the ends of his black hair, and walked step by step to the edge of the bed, lifted the gauze curtain, and sat down on the edge of the bed. The old Patriarch's neck was brushed, and he said in a strange voice: "Old Patriarch, you don't know me anymore?"

Wherever his cold fingers passed, a layer of goose bumps appeared on Old Feng's warm and wrinkled skin, as if a poisonous snake had crawled over it.

He wanted to sit up, but he couldn't move, as if someone was holding him down.

"You, who are you?" Old Patriarch Feng looked at the closed door as if asking for help: "Come on, come on!"

"Where is anyone else here?" Chi Yebai frowned and pinched his throat, "The Feng family is haunted by ghosts, and people are dying one after another. This Feng family must have an inner ghost. All the servants were taken to the training ground for questioning.

If you have anything to do, just tell me, it's the same for me to serve you, old Patriarch Feng, after all, you are the Son of Heaven! "

As soon as the words fell, his five fingers turned into claws, and he grabbed old Patriarch Feng's neck.

"You, you..." Breathing hard, the old Patriarch Feng stared at him in horror, finally distinguishing a familiar face from the painted colorful faces.

"Recognized?" Chi Yebai smiled coldly, "I'm the dog you threw to Feng Chengluan and Feng Yufeng, I'm not even the smallest servant.

You killed my father, and you didn't even let me go. Have you slept peacefully all these years? "

Patriarch Feng's face turned from pale to purple.

Seeing that old man Feng rolled his eyes, Chi Yebai let go of his hand, and slowly pulled out the knife from his arms: "I can't let you die like this for nothing, but also let you experience the tragedy of my father before he died."

The sharp blade in his hand landed on the old Patriarch Feng's eye socket, and with force on his fingertips, the cold blade pressed into his eye socket.

The screams overflowed from the throat of old Patriarch Feng, and were quickly blocked by the thick bedding.

Just as Chi Yebai was going to dig out the old Patriarch Feng's other eye, the door of the bedroom was pushed open.

Mrs. Chi was tormented by the headache, and her well-maintained face was like dehydrated flowers, quickly withering, her temple hair was neatly combed, she was wearing clean clothes, leaning on the door frame, walking tremblingly. Come in: "Master, where are the people who serve you? Where have they all gone?"