Chapter 2561

Feng Yichen shook Gu Wei's shoulders with both hands, and grabbed his collar, "Tell me, you tell me they are still alive, my brother must be alive!!"

Gu Wei: "..."

Gu Wei's eyes were blood red, and he moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word.

Nuoda's courtyard, front yard and backyard, warehouses, storage buildings... were all destroyed by gunpowder, all were burned to ruins, and all collapsed...

The corpses pulled out from the ruins were all charred, and the faces and figures could not be distinguished clearly. No one could guarantee that Feng Shaojin and Mo Lingwei were not among these charred corpses.

Gu Wei put his arms around Feng Yichen, "Master Yichen..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the unbearable tears burst out like a bank, and were washed away by the rain.

Gu Wei looked at those kneeling on the ground after being caught, tortured, and his throat was choked: "These people can't die yet, it's too cheap for them to die, and they haven't found their lair, so we must save their lives."

Feng Yichen was so angry that he trembled all over, and gritted his silver teeth.

"Didn't my brother work with you in the interrogation? Why didn't you stop him? Why did you let him come here?" Feng Yichen was devastated, "There are so many guards in the He family, why didn't anyone rescue my sister-in-law? "

Gu Wei didn't know how to appease Feng Yichen.

In just a few months, I lost my mother, hadn't recovered from the grief, and lost my father. I just returned from crossing the ocean with my father's ashes, but suddenly learned that even my only brother was gone. , Even the sister-in-law was buried in the sea of ​​fire together.

Anyone else would collapse, let alone Master Yichen, who has never been interested in power and only cares about family affection.

Like a child who lost the whole world, in front of so many people, he roared without image or scruples, his voice was shrill, roaring like a dying beast, and his voices rippled in the rain.

Gu Wei thought for a while, then took out a knife from his arms, and handed it to Feng Yichen: "Don't kill them, let them live."

Feng Shaojin grabbed the sharp knife, held it tightly in his hand, walked up to the bound short dwarfs, approached them, raised the knife and chopped off their fingers and toes.

He seemed to be red-eyed, and he couldn't help stabbing those people's hearts, but was grabbed by two Feng family soldiers behind him: "Master Yichen, these dwarves pretended to be children and sneaked into the other courtyard. Half of the people behind the scenes can't die yet."

On the other side, beside the boulder responsible for the separate interrogation, there were repeated screams. Mo Lingyuan walked over slowly like a demon, stood in front of these people, and sneered: "Wouldn't it be too cheap for them to just die like this?"

With a wave of his hand, two Mohist guards came over and carried the dwarf whose fingers and toes had been chopped off to the boulder. "I want them to regret that they are still alive."

Mu Qing rode away with a group of Mohist soldiers, and he must have already asked where the home of these dwarves was.

After the heavy rain washed away the ruins, ashes flowed meanderingly along the gullies washed out.

Seeing that the entire other courtyard had been picked up by their people, Mo Lingyuan's heart sank a little bit.

His sister, I'm afraid it's more than auspicious.

He searched back and forth among the coke-like corpses, but he never believed that Mo Lingwei was among them.

The places destroyed by the gunpowder exposed deep pits one after another. Feng Yichen watched those deep pits being dug. From hope to disappointment, another day and night passed...