Chu Feiyan

The door only opened a small crack, and people from outside squeezed in anxiously.

Behind Wang Sheng, there were seven or eight people who also followed in. The last one was a little short, about seven feet tall.

He moved very quickly, stepped in, and immediately closed the door tightly.

Although he didn't know many of these people, but many of them were very familiar. He guessed that they should be brothers from Wang Sheng's clan.

When he cast his eyes on Wang Sheng, he immediately noticed that his face was a little pale, his thick lips were trembling, and his right hand was tightly leaning against his body.

In his hand, there was a blood-stained knife with the tip touching the ground.

His trembling body made Chu Feiyan feel that it was not he who was carrying the knife, but the knife was supporting him.

His expression seemed too calm, but the fear hidden deep in his heart was shaking his body.

"I killed Sun Jing." He said this again, gently raised his left hand hanging by his side, and dropped a dark cloth bag on the ground.

The cloth bag was not fastened, and a black object rolled out of it and stopped at his feet.

When he realized that it was a human head, his dark pupils shrank for a moment, and his body took a small step back uncontrollably.

But his movements were so subtle that no one noticed.

And he quickly regained his composure, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Can we live if we don't kill people?" This smile is extremely ironic, and so are these words.

In such a world, for those people, human life is extremely cheap and worthless, so it is naturally not worth mentioning.

And Chu Feiyan should be the person who can best understand Wang Sheng's hatred.

So when he heard Wang Sheng's laughter like blood and tears, he couldn't say a word.

All he could do was squat down, endure his disgust, and lift the head up.

Under the hair is a shocked face, a pair of slender eyes are trying to widen, the pale blue pupils seem to have a little vitality left, and they are about to shoot out a fascinating light.

"Keep this head, at least show it to your mother and sister."

"It's natural." Wang Sheng said sadly.

Was the blood that flowed through the yamen lobby that day belonged to the Wang Chen family, the younger sister of the Wang family, or Wang Sheng's?No one will look into it.

Even if he is as staunch as Wang Sheng, all he can do is to vent the resentment in his heart through massacres.

The younger sister of the Wang family threw herself into a well and died because of Sun Jing's insult.Wang Sheng probably got his temperament from his mother. Wang Chen was so sad that he sued Sun Jing in court.

"This kind of thing only needs to spend some money." After hearing the subpoena, Sun Jing immediately asked someone to prepare money and send it to him.

Cen Gu asserted that Mrs. Wang and Chen intentionally made a false accusation because of their suspicions with Sun Jing. Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Chen refused to plead guilty. Cen Gu.

Cen Gu, who had already walked down the hall, turned around again, and said angrily, "Slap that wicked woman for me, and get out."

Mrs. Wang Chen was bullied and bled all over the ground. She passed away within a few days after returning home.

Chu Feiyan carried the coffin of this violent woman and sent her off for the last time.

In front of Wang Chen's and his younger sister's graves, Wang Sheng said sharply, "I must kill these two thieves!"

Chu Feiyan heard it from the side, and said, "Be careful not to hear the news from the county magistrate Cen."

A boy beside him said: "Just to let him know that Brother Sheng includes me, and tell him to watch out for his own head day and night."