Zhuang Xiaoyu trembled when he heard it, and the scene of blood flowing into rivers once again appeared in his mind. Facing Mrs. Xu's crying and accusations, Zhuang Xiaoyu's nails dug into his palm, speechless.
Mrs. Xu cried hoarsely, her snot dragging on the ground: "The cry of heart-gouging appeared in my dream all night, my heart hurts so much, it hurts so much!
Zhuang Xiaoyu, as the eldest lady of the Zhuang family, what have you done?
Why didn't you persuade your father, why didn't you stop her, you didn't do anything for us servants who have been your cattle and horses for a lifetime, you acquiesced to their behavior, what is the difference between you and an accomplice?
I hate you, I hate all of you dealers! "
Mrs. Xu's back was torn to pieces. Seeing that she was talking too much, the guards increased their strength and beat her to death.
Mrs. Xu's crying stopped abruptly.
Seeing that Mrs. Xu was dead, the horse-faced woman rolled her eyes and passed out. Seeing the dizziness, the death, the ghost crying and wolf howling of the few remaining people died down.
Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyu's dazed look, the nurse thought she was frightened, and reached out to help her: "Miss, let me help you back, this bloody scene is not what you should watch.
Ben is a domestic slave, and it is right to be skinned, cramp, and beaten to death. They shouldn't have complained, and you were in danger at that time, and it has nothing to do with you. "
Zhuang Xiaoyu came back to her senses, raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, waved her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop!"
The beating guard stopped.
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her eyes, looked around, and nodded to the guards in the room: "The few of you stay here, and the rest, go out."
The guards looked at each other and didn't intend to leave, but they didn't dare to disobey what Madam said, so they had to leave the deacon's hall.
Zhuang Xiaoyu winked at the butler: "Send someone to seal off the priest's mansion, and no one is allowed to go out. Just say it's my wife's idea, and no one is allowed to report to the outside world."
Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly sent someone to seal off the priest's mansion.
The wet nurse asked: "Doesn't Missy want these people to tip off the people behind the scenes?"
Zhuang Xiaoyu just sneered, noncommittal, but the housekeeper understood that Zhuang Xiaoyu sealed off the priest's mansion, seemingly not allowing people to go out, fearing that these people would contact outsiders, but in fact it was probably to prevent the guards from informing the priest.
None of the rumors that came out of the interrogation just now could be separated from Qin Wuyan and the saintly daughter Min Huizhu who is now pregnant.
But it was windy and rainy outside, and the substitute priest might not be able to come back immediately.
The guards who stayed in the deacon's hall were all the only remaining people who were loyal to the high priest.
Zhuang Xiaoyu ordered someone to bring a basin of cold water over, and poured it on Ma Lianma's head. Ma Lian Po immediately woke up, and Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at Ma Lian Po with heavy eyes: "Say, who told you this?"
The horse-faced woman was dying, thinking of her husband and son who fell into the hands of the Min family, her heart broke, she bit off her tongue, and committed suicide!
Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly stood up from the chair.
The rest were beaten to death if they couldn't bear it, and those who didn't dare to endure it just bit their tongues and committed suicide.
These people seem to know the death of Qin Wuyan and the Zhuang family's two young masters, as well as the grievances and entanglements between Qin Wuyan and Min Huizhu, but they still haven't revealed the mastermind behind the scenes.
And these people know nothing about the whereabouts of Yu Sui.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was disheartened, her feet seemed to have taken root, and she stood motionless in a pool of blood.
The wind and rain outside the house were violent, the footsteps were chaotic, and the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside...