1674 Corpse Poison, I would be unworthy of being a human if I don't take revenge

The coffin shop was so small, and three hundred ferocious officials rushed in. They turned it upside down inside and out in just fifteen minutes, and dug up all the suspicious land.

Not to mention actually digging out a few corpses from this shop.

"This is a big case." An officer sighed, and at the same time silently calculated in his mind how much merit they could achieve this time and how many levels they could be promoted.

"Look, these coffins are wrong." Several officers stood around a coffin in the corner, pointing and talking, attracting everyone to come forward.

"There's actually mud in it. It doesn't smell like new."

"The paint has fallen off here, and there is a smell of corpse. There must be someone in this coffin."

"It's sealed shut. I wonder if there's a dead body inside."

…

Everyone was talking at once and pointing at the coffin.

"Okay, stop yelling, open the coffin and see what's inside."

The officers immediately stepped forward and pried open the coffin in no time. A foul smell of corpse hit them in the face and corpse worms crawled out of the coffin. Seeing the rotting corpse inside, several newcomers with poor mental qualities vomited on the spot.

Feng Qingchen saw this scene as soon as he came in, and hurried forward to check. Feng Qingchen was also shocked when he saw it, and his eyebrows were twisted into a rope: "Tomb robber?"

This is indeed a good deal. No wonder Lan Jingyang’s people can operate in the imperial city. It turns out they have this ability.

"Miss Feng." The officers noticed Feng Qingchen coming and hurriedly greeted her. Feng Qingchen waved her hand, signaling that they didn't need to be so. "How are things going? Where's my brother?"

"To reply Miss Feng, Master Feng Jin has not been found yet. However, please rest assured, Miss Feng, we have sent people to search within a ten-mile radius, and those people will not be able to escape even if they have wings." The official hastily assured her, and Feng Qingchen nodded to show her satisfaction: "Where is the woman who leaked the news to you?"

"She has been brought to the government office. If Miss Feng wants to see her, I will have someone bring her here right away."

"No need, let's talk about this tomorrow. Now it's important to find my brother." Feng Qingchen looked cold, without a trace of smile on his face: "Since there is something wrong with the coffins here, then open all the coffins and see what's inside."

"Thank you Miss Feng for your reminder. Now we know what to do." A coffin can hide a person, so putting an unconscious child inside is definitely not a problem.

"Hurry up." Feng Qingchen reminded again. If Xiao Fengjin was really placed in the coffin, he would suffocate after a long time.

Feng Qingchen came in person, and the officials did not dare to be negligent. They worked in groups of four to open all the coffins inside and outside. The coffins outside looked brand new, but the coffins in the backyard were different. They had everything in them.

It is obvious that this coffin shop is actually a tomb-robbing gang. They refurbish the stolen coffins and then sell them.

This practice was not only disrespectful to the dead, but also a blasphemy to the living. The officers became more and more unhappy and moved faster. A quarter of an hour later, they searched the entire shop again, but there was still no trace of Feng Jin.

"This small shop is truly home to many talented people." Feng Qingchen sat in the hall, watching the officials from Shuntian Prefecture interrogate the clerk of the coffin shop.

These people are all very stubborn and never say a word no matter how much suffering they endure.

"Miss Feng, we are incompetent." The official from Shuntian Prefecture looked ashamed. Feng Qingchen waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "You have worked hard. Leave the rest to me. I want to see how tough these people are."

Feng Qingchen stood up from her chair like a goddess of vengeance, walked to one of them, and looked at him coldly: "He is very tough, Mr. Jingyang's men are really good."

The tortured man's eyes rolled, no longer looking like a wooden man. He met Feng Qingchen's all-seeing eyes, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly lowered his eyes, returning to his original dead look.

Unfortunately, it’s too late…

"So you're not a wooden man. You guys are really good at pretending." Feng Qingchen sneered and clapped his hands: "Bring me my medicine box."

Eighteen Riders came forward with Feng Qingchen's medicine box. Feng Qingchen opened it sideways, took out a pair of gloves and put them on. Then he took out a syringe and medicine and drew out the medicine in front of everyone: "This is what I prepared for Mr. Jingyang. Unfortunately, Mr. Jingyang was too alert and ran away first. In this case, I will take it out on you."

She never used what she had learned to harm others, but this time she made an exception. If Lan Jingyang dared to attack her brother, he would have to bear the wrath of her revenge.

Feng Qingchen smiled brightly and signaled the officer beside him to take the man down from the rack. The man being tortured was trembling all over, looking at Feng Qingchen with horror, shaking his head continuously and struggling to back away.

In his eyes, Feng Qingchen's smile was scarier than that of a devil.

The officers around were also rubbing their hands desperately. They didn't know what Feng Qingchen was holding in his hand, but their intuition told them that it was not a good thing. Feng Qingchen was too scary, even more creepy than the executioner.

Feng Qingchen didn't care what others thought. He squatted down and injected the medicine in his hand into the man's body. The needle pierced the skin, but the pain was nothing to the person who was being tortured.

The man thought that was it, and a trace of relief flashed across his eyes. He thought to himself that Feng Qingchen was indeed a little girl, with simple means. He thought that it would be very painful to prick the body with a needle, so in order to satisfy Feng Qingchen, he deliberately put on a painful expression, but the next second he found out that he was wrong...

Feng Qingchen is not a little girl at all, she is a demon...

"Ah, ah, ah... let me go, let me go." The tough guy never uttered a word no matter how the Shuntian Prefecture officials tortured him, but now he was wailing in pain, grabbing his hands constantly and tearing off pieces of his flesh.

"Help, help, help." Soon, the man had made himself a bloody mess, with skin and flesh scattered all over the ground. The people from Shuntian Prefecture wanted to vomit again when they saw this. When they looked up, they found Feng Qingchen standing there with a smile on her face, her beautiful eyes cold and without a trace of warmth.

Hiss... The officials from Shuntian Prefecture shuddered. They really didn't know what Miss Feng had done. How could this person tear off her own flesh? It was so scary.

The officer tried hard to control his trembling body and kept his eyes clear so as not to look at the man's miserable condition, so as to avoid having a nightmare.

"Let me die, please, let me die." The man was in so much pain that he reached out to dig out his eyeballs and wanted to bang his head against the ground, but found that he could not use his head.

"Don't waste your time, you won't die." Feng Qingchen said indifferently: "Okay, now can you tell me where you hid my brother?"

"No, I don't know, I don't know." The man still insisted, pulling his ears with both hands. Soon his ears were torn off, and blood and flesh were mixed together, which was very disgusting.

"You're so stubborn. How about I give you another shot?" Feng Qingchen asked softly. His voice was gentle. The person being tortured trembled all over. With a "Puff", feces and urine flowed out at the same time. He tried his best to shrink his body...