The little junior sister started acting like a monster again!

After Feng Feng left Yingxia's courtyard last night, he poured the remaining poison into the flowers in her courtyard, destroying all the flowers she had cultivated for thirty years. Under the effect of the poison, they gradually withered.

The next day, the maid saw the mayor lying motionless on the bed. When she got closer, she found that he had been poisoned to death. She ran out of the courtyard in a panic, shouting for help.

Feng Feng's door was pounded on vigorously until he opened it sleepily. Before he could even open his eyes, a servant grabbed his arm and ran out. As he ran, he kept telling him, "Young Master, something's happened to the mayor. Someone murdered him in his own room."

Feng Feng, who hadn't woken up yet, immediately widened his eyes and regained consciousness: "What did you just say? My mother is dead?!"

I was dragged to Yingxia's room and saw her lying quietly on the bed, with blood still at the corner of her mouth, her face was pale, her body was stiff, and she was not breathing at all.

"Who did this? Who did this?! Who killed my mother?" Feng Feng roared and questioned everyone present with red eyes.

No one present dared to speak. From the moment he roared, everyone's legs went weak and they knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the young master.

"Okay, okay... You don't want to admit it, right?" Feng Feng picked up the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground.

He looked at the maid who was kneeling beside the bed and crying bitterly, and demanded to her: "Arong, take your men and search this house inside and out. Don't leave anyone's room untouched. You must find the culprit and give my mother an explanation!"

Arong was so sad that she couldn't get over it. When she thought about how she had come to Guxiang Town with no one to rely on, she had been with Yingxia since she was a child, and had been very kind to her, even treating her like her own sister.

Seeing the person who treated me the best in the world leave, I wanted to pull out the murderer and cut him into pieces.

"Okay, I'll see who is so heartless as to take the mayor's life!" Arong cried until her voice became hoarse, and she stood up tremblingly and walked out.

Everyone in the mansion waited quietly for the trial.

No one would believe that the mayor would commit suicide. Ever since the young master reformed, the mayor smiles like a flower and the moon every day, and he seems to be radiant.

But I couldn't understand who would want to kill the mayor. Although he was the mayor, he never acted like one and did everything himself. Who had ever seen a mayor who could call out the names of every citizen in his town?

If there are pets at home, she will sometimes bring food to feed them. How could such a mayor not be loved by them?

Now he died in his own bed!

An hour later, Ah Rong came into the room with the unmelted powder and pointed at the head chef in the kitchen, demanding, "Lao Ya, tell me, what is this?! Why is there powder under the pile of firewood in your kitchen? Don't tell me you don't know!"

Everyone knows this thing. Ten years ago, strange-looking flowers and plants grew in the town’s rice fields. The mayor found out that they were poisonous weeds and pulled them up and burned them overnight.

When the poisonous weed grows up, its leaves will be covered with lavender dots. Scrape off those dots and you can make poison!

Everyone in Guxiang Town knew about this. In order to find out who planted it, the mayor spent a month to find out the source of the seeds.

Later, Wen Musheng was captured and taken to a restricted area, where he was kept for half a year before being released. If someone was killed because of this incident, it would probably not be as simple as half a year.

The cook in charge of the kitchen, Lao Ya, was speechless. He had no idea how the poisonous weed powder could be found under the firewood in his kitchen. "It's obvious someone is framing me! If I really had poison, why would I hide it so clearly under the firewood?"

Feng Feng didn't want to hear his explanation, so he ordered his men to take him out and drag him to the street of Guxiang Town, and then had his servants stab him in the abdomen with a dagger.

Feng Feng was heartbroken when he saw this: "Just go down with your guilt and make amends."

On the second day, the people of Guxiang Town saw that Feng Feng had been very approachable during this period, had not made any more mistakes, and had taken good care of everyone's emotions. They also thought that he was Yingxia's only son, so he was successfully elected as the new mayor.

Feng Feng, dressed neatly in a golden robe, stood on the city wall. He looked down at the people below shouting his name in unison and said modestly, "I will definitely learn from my mother and make Guxiang Town famous for generations to come."

"How stupid...tsk." Returning to his room at night, Feng Feng sat in front of the mirror and took off the jewelry on his head.

These were given to him by the people. Although they are not effeminate, they are useless. It would be better to give him some spirit stones or something.

Since becoming the mayor, he has been pretending to patrol during the day, taking the opportunity to care for the townspeople, and sitting cross-legged in his room to practice at night.

He doesn't just want to be a mere town mayor, he wants to ascend to heaven and become a god who is worshipped by people and passed down as a legend by future generations!

The picture on the photo stone is shown here. Is there anything else that the disciples of the six major sects don’t understand?

Everyone kicked him with relish. Even Shi Qingyou, who had the wit to hold onto Wen Musheng just now, refused to let him go this time and cut his hair into a buzz cut with a sword.

"How could there be someone as cruel as you in this world? Not only did you kill the people, you also killed your own mother with your own hands. And you still feel at ease enjoying the power of the mayor. You really deserve to die!"

Wen Musheng watched coldly: "Feng Feng, ah Feng Feng, you really don't allow yourself to be wronged. Even your mother is not as good as an ant in your heart."

Other disciples: "Bah! You never do anything that has anything to do with people. Good people don't live long, but evil people leave a lasting legacy."