After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

However, last time, when he was about to ask something, Feng Qiwu rushed in as if catching a cheating couple, and let the boy run away.

Wen Ranyan glanced at Feng Qiwu with a sidelong glance, and there seemed to be a hint of dislike in her eyes, but it was not very obvious.

Feng Qiwu kept his eyes downcast, thinking about something.

Naturally, he could also think of what she could think of, but they were all old things. He couldn't remember for a moment who Feng Zhuyue was so close to back then, and who was so good at casting poison.

Wen Ranyan looked at his slightly lowered eyelashes and said, "I heard that Feng Zhuyue has had a bad health since childhood, and that it was a disease he brought from his mother's womb. But now I see that he has a rosy complexion and a strong body. He definitely doesn't look like he is in poor health. How did he recover?"

Feng Qiwu seemed to be thinking of something in the past. Suddenly, a mist covered his face, making him look gloomy and cold.

Wen Ranyan noticed the change in his expression and continued to talk to herself, "I know of a kind of Gu that can exchange a person's blood. If it is exchanged with a strong person, then his body will of course become the same as that of an ordinary person, but the person being exchanged..."

"He will feel extremely painful, as if it is gnawing at his heart. Those with weak wills will die instantly. Even if they don't die, they will be like disabled people who would rather die than be alive. But if they want to recover to be like a normal person, they will definitely suffer pain that normal people cannot endure. It is extremely horrible and difficult to endure. I have never seen anyone survive it, because they all committed suicide in the process."

He had been poisoned for quite a long time, and she had no idea what kind of poison it was at first. But now, after combining this series of events, she finally came up with such a guess.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were dark, and he subconsciously touched the knife scar on his waist and abdomen. The sinister and fierce look in his eyes surged out.

The dungeon suddenly became cold, as if covered by ice and snow, chilling to the bone.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him calmly, then smiled faintly and said, "It's just that the Gu needs to be nurtured after it's planted, and during that time, the person who's been infected will become extremely violent and irritable, and may even do uncontrollable things. It's really vicious."

"Feng Qiwu, the blood that flowed from Feng Zhuyue's body is all yours, right?"

After she finished speaking, she put her hand on him and gently rubbed his injured waist and abdomen. There was a smile on the corner of her lips, which was very strange under the dim light.

"However, all this is just my guess. If I'm not sure, don't take it to heart." Wen Ranyan pretended to take her hand back, but Feng Qiwu gently pressed the back of her hand, preventing her from breaking free.

Feng Qiwu opened his thin lips and said, "But I've taken it to heart."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes, her watery eyes sparkling with light, "Did I guess right?"

Feng Qiwu looked into her eyes, his voice hoarse like a dark owl, deep and terrifying: "I don't know either. I only know that when I was young, Feng Zhuyue used his kind face to trick me to a place, and then I fainted. In a daze, I seemed to feel someone draining my blood."

"It hurt so much, I was almost bleeding. I begged him to save me, but my blood was still flowing. I knew then that all the closeness and friendliness were just illusions, but no one stood up for me. By the time I came to my senses, I had been kicked out of the house and my name had been crossed out."

"At that time, I swore that I would make them pay back a thousand times. Perhaps it is because of this obsession that I have survived until now."

Feng Qiwu's voice was light, as if she was talking about something insignificant.

But the heart-wrenching pain was real. Even now, he could still recall how painful it was and how life was worse than death.

But he had no one to rely on and could only rely on himself to persevere. After experiencing all kinds of suffering, he finally became the ruthless person he is now, and it was all thanks to them.

Wen Ranyan looked into his eyes, letting him calm down for a moment before asking again, "Do you still remember the place I tricked you into going to?"

Feng Qiwu lazily changed his posture, raised his eyelids and said calmly: "I was too young at the time, and I was knocked unconscious, so I don't have much memory."

As he was speaking, the Taoist who had been beaten unconscious suddenly groaned. He slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Feng Qiwu holding a long whip and with blood on his face, his eyes were bloodshot and he was so frightened that he let out a whimpering sound.

Back then, he was just doing the job for money.

But he never imagined that the little boy back then would grow up to be so crazy.

He originally thought that times had changed, but he never expected that this killer was still obsessed with the past and captured him to torture him wantonly. Even though he had told the truth, he still did not intend to let him go.

Hearing the panicked sound, Feng Qiwu slowly looked over.

Under the dim light, his lips were as red as vermilion, his face was handsome, his brows were stained with blood, and when he smiled he was as charming as a ghost, but the depths of his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Although I have no impression of him, he should be able to help me draw out the evil in Feng Zhuyue's heart."

Feng Qiwu stood up, holding a long whip, his skirt trailing on the ground, his deep red robe interlaced with light and fire. He walked towards the Taoist step by step, the smile on the corners of his lips as bright as a demon, and his edge gradually deepened.

Wen Ranyan supported her head with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "How to lure him? Do you want to throw this Taoist in front of Feng Zhuyue? What if he runs away?"

"How can a dead person run away?"

Feng Qiwu raised his red lips slightly, and he looked at the bloody Taoist in front of him with interest, from head to toe, with a cold and gloomy gaze that was captivating.

The Taoist's pupils constricted, perhaps he sensed something. He sobbed and struggled desperately, falling into a desperate madness.

Feng Qiwu stretched out her hand with a smile in her eyes.

"Click——"

He just twisted his neck and broke it.

The Taoist opened his eyes wide, his neck seemed boneless, and he fell down limply, dying with his eyes open.

"Qi Jiuzhu." Feng Qiwu called softly.

Qi Jiuzhu walked out from the darkness and handed over a clean handkerchief.

Feng Qiwu picked up the handkerchief and slowly wiped the dirt off his hands. When his hands were completely clean, he smiled and said, "Throw the body into Feng Zhuyue's room. He has been recuperating at home recently. I think he is very comfortable, but I just want him to be uncomfortable."

Qi Jiuzhu accepted the order: "Yes."

He immediately dragged the body away.

Feng Qiwu looked at the trail of blood and smiled a long, yet vicious smile.

"Don't scare people to death." Wen Ranyan propped up her head and teased.

Feng Qiwu looked back and said with a half-smile, "She's not that fragile."

Outside the dungeon, dusk fell. A jackdaw started and flew up, then flew towards the old tree on the horizon in the blink of an eye. Perhaps because of the excessive yin energy, the dungeon was very cold. Seeing that there was nothing to watch, Wen Ranyan smoothed her dress and prepared to leave.

Feng Qiwu dropped the whip and followed.

Under the bright moonlight, Feng Qiwu's expression was even more gloomy than before, just like the gloomy twilight, so deep that no end could be seen. Even though he looked calm just now, he was still gloomy in his heart.

Wen Ranyan raised her head and asked with a smile, "You look like this, do you want me to drink with you to relieve your sorrow?"