After saying that, Feng Jiuyan slowly picked up the sword that the secret guard had dropped on the ground, and walked slowly and steadily to the two bandits.

Under the terrified gazes of the two men, Feng Jiuyan raised his arm, and the sword in his hand fell instantly, as fast as lightning, accurately and ruthlessly slashing across the necks of the two bandits.

With a "puff", blood splattered on the spot.

The bodies of the two bandits seemed to have lost their support and fell limply into the pool of blood. Their eyes were wide open, revealing an expression of disbelief, as if they were unwilling to die with their eyes open.

After making sure that both of them were dead, Feng Jiuyan looked around and after making sure that there was no one else around, she took Chen Shoucai into the space.

Using the teleportation function of space, she took Chen Shoucai back to the small courtyard where her family lived. She found a more remote room, dragged Chen Shoucai into the room like a dead pig, and threw him roughly on the ground.

Feng Jiuyan took out a lighter from the space and lit the candle in the room. In an instant, the whole room was bright.

She looked around and decided to tie Chen Shoucai to a chair.

Thinking so, he did so. Feng Jiuyan took out a thick hemp rope from the space and tied Chen Shoucai tightly to the chair with a special method.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Jiuyan fed Chen Shoucai the antidote.

After a while, Chen Shoucai slowly woke up.

He looked around in a daze and confusion.

What caught my eye was the exquisite and gorgeous screen, painted with exquisite patterns, lifelike. The tables and chairs made of yellow rosewood were placed around, with a hard texture and a faint fragrance. There were also those valuable ornaments, crystal clear, shining with attractive light. And those green plants were lush and full of vitality.

All of this was so strange to him.

Such luxurious decoration is definitely not something that belongs to an ordinary family.

He was so absorbed in watching that he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow on the ground from the corner of his eye. This sudden sight frightened him greatly.

"Ahhh! Ghost!" Chen Shoucai couldn't help but scream out in shock.

However, because he was still poisoned by the muscle softening powder and felt weak all over, the sound of his scream was not really loud.

"What the hell are you yelling about!" Feng Jiuyan cursed angrily, "If you yell again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Shoucai felt a little more at ease.

He mustered up his courage and slowly fixed his gaze on the dark figure standing straight in front of him. "Damn monkey!"

After recognizing that the black shadow was a dead monkey, Chen Shoucai did not relax much.

Chen Shoucai suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes were full of fear, his mouth slightly opened, and he asked stutteringly: "This... this... what exactly is this place? What... what do you want?"

How could he, such a strong young man, carry such a thin dead monkey?

Also, where is this place? Did the dead monkey want to execute him right here?

Where are his two men?

Did it escape or was it killed by the dead monkey?

Chen Shoucai secretly looked at the dead monkey in black clothes and monkey face mask. After meeting Feng Jiuyan's cold gaze, he shuddered violently.

His men are doomed to die.

Instantly, Chen Shoucai's heart was filled with fear and confusion. His heartbeat accelerated violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. His fingers trembled slightly, and his body involuntarily retreated backwards, wanting to stay away from the dead monkey that made him feel uneasy.

"Don't you know why I brought you here? Didn't you promise me that you would tell me about Feng Wanguang's crimes? Look, I brought you here. What? Are you planning to break the promise?" Feng Jiuyan lowered her eyes, glanced at him, then lowered her voice and said coldly.

There was a strong threat in her words.

"No, no, no. How could I break my promise? Haha~" Chen Shoucai shook his head quickly and denied it.

He was afraid that if he answered too slowly, his life would be in danger.

"Hmph, you're smart!" Feng Jiuyan snorted coldly, then walked behind the screen.

Chen Shoucai had his back to Feng Jiuyan, so she dared to blatantly take out paper, ink, brush and inkstone from the space.

With a bunch of things in her hands, Feng Jiuyan slowly walked back to the small table.

She spread a piece of rice paper on the small table and poured some clean water into the inkstone. Feng Jiuyan rolled up her sleeves slightly, pinched the ink stick with her slender white fingers, lowered her head, and began to grind the ink slowly and leisurely with slow and leisurely movements.

Chen Shoucai stared blankly at the scene in front of him, dazed for a moment.

Seeing the dead monkey in this state now, who wouldn't say it is elegant, gentle and harmless?

Who would have thought that the dead monkey in front of him was actually the devil who killed people without blinking an eye?

After grinding the ink, Feng Jiuyan sat upright on the chair. With his head lowered, he picked up a wolf-hair brush, dipped some ink into the inkstone, and said, "You can now tell Feng Wanguang's crimes one by one."

After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear Chen Shoucai's voice.

Feng Jiuyan frowned impatiently and looked over.

Chen Shoucai just stared at her without blinking, and he was in a daze.

Feng Jiuyan was dissatisfied. She didn't have much time to spend with him here. She still had to go to Feng Wanguang's governor's mansion to check out the place!

With a thought, Feng Jiuyan held a small stone between her index and middle fingers, aimed at the center of Chen Shoucai's eyebrows, and threw the stone out heavily.

“Bang!”

“Ouch!”

Chen Shoucai cried out in pain and came back to his senses.

"Haha, you should not be dazed now, right?" Feng Jiuyan glanced at the red mark left on Chen Shoucai's forehead and looked at him with a smile.

The dead monkey clearly didn't threaten him, but why did he still feel a chill on his back?

Chen Shoucai's expression was distorted by the pain, and he tried hard to force a flattering smile on his face, "I said, I said, is that not enough!"

Then, Chen Shoucai put away his smile, his expression became solemn, and he slowly said, "

That night in Black Wind Village, you must have seen the man in black clothes and black robes, right? We all call him Mr. Mo.

Feng Wanguang and I are both working for Mr. Mo. I'm sure you know what we are doing.

The son of the chief of Huawu Village would trade the young women and girls he had abducted, including those boys of some color, with our Black Wind Village on the top of Fufeng Mountain on the first and fifteenth day of every month.

Our Black Wind Village is responsible for training the abducted young girls and women sent from Huawu Village in the mountains and then sending them to Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou City is under the charge of the Governor Feng Wanguang——"