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

These words were like a Shura curse, piercing Jiang Beiwang's heart.

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Feng Qiwu, the fear in his eyes seeping into his bones. He opened his mouth, and the instinct for survival made him roar wildly with a hideous face.

"Feng Gou, I am an official appointed by the imperial court. Without the order of His Majesty, you have no right to deal with me."

"Even if you find the gold in my house, what does it matter? Without your Majesty's intervention, no one can punish me. I will report this to your Majesty and let your Majesty do justice for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty will definitely do me justice..."

Jiang Beiwang knelt in the rain, his eyes ferocious and bloodshot, he cursed hoarsely, and suddenly the air was filled with smoke.

Feng Qiwu's eyebrows were indifferent, as if he was looking at a useless thing that was struggling to death.

After a moment, he waved his hand and the words fell lightly.

"kill."

Jiang Beiwang's eyes widened, and his eyes were about to burst, "Feng Gou, you dare..."

Perhaps in response to Jiang Beiwang's question, Qi Jiuzhu's blade instantly slashed across the throats of several servants, with quick, accurate and ruthless movements, and with great momentum.

Suddenly, blood splattered all over the sky and was quickly washed away by the rain. However, the sticky and smelly smell of blood slowly spread and permeated, enveloping everyone.

The fishy smell of earth mixed with the smell of blood rushed into Jiang Beiwang's nose.

Looking at the corpses lying there, Jiang Beiwang was really scared. He looked at Feng Qiwu in shock, as if he was looking at a vicious monster that was taking his life and would never forget it for the rest of his life.

He was not joking, he really wanted to kill someone.

No.

He was slaughtering and killing.

Jiang Beiwangyu screamed and howled in the rain. After a moment, he crawled to Feng Qiwu's feet like a dog, then stretched out his hand with difficulty and grasped the hem of his clothes tightly, crying and begging for mercy.

"Feng Qiwu, I am responsible for my own actions. You can kill me if you want, but the rest of the people in my house are innocent. They are just the elderly, the weak, women and children. Can you spare their lives?"

"I beg you, Lord Feng..."

Feng Qiwu sneered: "Innocent?"

He looked around and saw that all the family members of the Shangshu Mansion were standing in the corridor trembling with fear, and the accessories and silks they wore were all of the finest quality, comparable to those bestowed by the emperor.

Feng Qiwu withdrew his gaze, held the teacup, and said quietly: "How much can the salary of the Minister of Revenue be in a year? Yet he can live in such an extravagant and luxurious house, eat delicacies that are not usually seen on weekdays, and wear brocade and silk worth ten thousand taels, and jewels and phoenix hairpins."

"It's so blatant, but the people living under the same roof didn't notice it? They are just pretending to be ignorant and enjoying themselves by gnawing on other people's flesh and blood."

"We are all beneficiaries, so how can we be innocent?"

"Keep killing."

Feng Qiwu's voice was light and clear, but the cold and violent look in his eyes made him look like a demon or a monster, like a Shura who had the power of life and death.

The spring rain was cold, and the blade with a chilly glow cut across the necks of the people in the mansion again and again. For a moment, blood flowed like an endless waterfall, and then there was an endless wailing sound.

It was so heart-wrenching and echoed through the sky.

Corpses were lying all over the ground, and rain and blood were flowing to the ground, just like the Asura purgatory.

Amidst such horrific massacre, Feng Qiwu was sipping tea. His expression was indifferent and his eyes were calm, as if he was enjoying the spring and rain in the courtyard of his mansion, sipping tea and tasting the flavor.

He looks like a cold-blooded and absolute madman.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Feng Qiwu, you must die a miserable death. Why did you kill my entire family? What gave you the right?"

"You are so outstanding and your achievements are so great that His Majesty will definitely not let you go. You will be killed like me... No, you will be killed even more miserably than me. You will die without a complete body."

Jiang Beiwang watched as all the people in the mansion were slaughtered, but he could do nothing. He lay on the ground crying, his face grim and his speech incoherent, like a madman.

"Are they all here?" Seeing that most of the people had been killed, Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and asked.

Qi Jiuzhu counted the number of people and reported back, "There is still one person missing, the eldest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Yuliu."

Feng Qiwu looked at the blood-stained beauty under the spring rain, and the corners of his lips curved slightly, "It's that little beast...Search for him with all your strength, find him and kill him together, so as to comfort the dozens of souls who were tortured to death."

Hearing the name of his favorite son, Jiang Beiwang trembled and suddenly woke up from his madness.

He begged for mercy in panic, "Master Feng, please don't. Yuliu is the only blood of my Jiang family. You have almost killed all of him. Please spare Yuliu's life. Yuliu is just a child. He is innocent."

Feng Qiwu leaned forward slightly, looking at Jiang Beiwang on the ground with a sneer on his face: "In the eyes of the Shangshu, all monsters are innocent."

"Child? You're already twenty years old, but you're still a child?"

"Sir Shangshu, if you can't speak, then don't speak. Just be safe on your way. Your children will come to the underworld to look for you soon. Then, the family will be reunited. Isn't that wonderful?"

Feng Qiwu spoke slowly, and when he finished speaking, he began to appreciate Jiang Beiwang's desperate expression.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curved up viciously, and the bloodthirsty violence that suddenly grew in his heart filled his phoenix eyes with a hint of crazy joy, making him look more and more like a madman.

He glanced at Qi Jiuzhu nonchalantly.

Qi Jiuzhu understood and swept the blade in his hand. Before Jiang Beiwang could even shout, his head and body were separated.

In this way, all the members of the Jiang family were killed, leaving only Jiang Yuliu alive.

"Jiang Beiwang still has many followers. Which ones are nearby?" Feng Qiwu stood up holding the umbrella handle, and the red oil-paper umbrella was slightly raised, revealing her gorgeous face.

Qi Jiuzhu thought for a moment and replied, "It's Minister Li, and the next one is Minister Liu..."

"Then kill them one by one."

Feng Qiwu had walked outside the mansion holding an umbrella. She was wearing a gorgeous red dress with layers of folds on her skirt, which looked like divine light flowing in the wind. It was truly wonderful.

But such a wonderful person had violent and bloody eyes, as if the god of death had descended.

Within one day, Minister Jiang and his followers were all wiped out, and the smell of blood filled the entire Kyoto.

The common people listened to the endless screams and felt a little frightened, especially when they saw the soldiers led by Feng Qiwu passing by, the whole street was as quiet as a cicada.

They looked at Feng Qiwu, who was covered in blood, with fear, and cursed him in their hearts as a madman who took human lives lightly. But when they saw the boxes of gold being carried out from the Shangshu Mansion and the Shilang Mansion, they could not help but be stunned.

How could these officials be so greedy?

Beilang is rich, and the capital is indeed prosperous, but the taxes levied on their people increase year by year, never decreasing, which makes them miserable. But even so, the national treasury seems to be endless and is empty every year.

Now that I think about it, all the money was embezzled by these officials. What Feng Qiwu did was nothing more than cleaning out the parasites. If it were someone else, how could they be so decisive and ruthless?

What a great kill!

Qi Jiuzhu came in the rain to report, and hesitated several times: "Master, Jiang Yuliu has been found, but..."

Feng Qiwu turned sideways: "But what?"

Qi Jiuzhu's deep voice slowly spread in the rain: "He is dead."