863 Movement, Blood-Cloaked Guards Arrive

Is it true that Wang Jinling is not dead?

No, no, no, it's impossible. Wang Jinling's seventeenth uncle quickly shook his head, dismissing this possibility. The poison they had used had no antidote. Wang Jinling would definitely die, and he had to die.

Wang Jinling is definitely still in Feng Mansion. Ever since that day Wang Jinling entered Feng Mansion, they have been sending people to keep an eye on Feng Mansion. Not to mention people, they would even know if a fly flew out of Feng Mansion.

The Wang family was certain that Wang Jinling was in Feng Mansion. Dong Ling Ziluo was also certain that Wang Jinling was in Feng Mansion. He also had people of his outside Feng Mansion. He could conclude that Wang Jinling had not left Feng Mansion.

Since the person in the wooden house is Wang Qi, then Wang Jinling must be somewhere else. Dong Ling Ziluo curled his lips and smiled, waved his hand to let the old housekeeper get up.

The old butler secretly breathed a sigh of relief and climbed up from the ground tremblingly. Before he could thank the master, he heard footsteps. The old butler looked up and saw the blood-red patch. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The Blood-Clothed Guards are here!

His Royal Highness Prince Luo actually dispatched the Blood-Clothed Guards to Laifeng Mansion.

It’s over, it’s over, the Feng Mansion is in trouble now...

Even after the bloodbath, the Blood-Cloth Guards were still equivalent to vicious tigers in the eyes of the people of Dongling. Seeing the Blood-Cloth Guards was like seeing the King of Hell coming to claim their lives, and His Royal Highness Prince Luo, who took over the Blood-Cloth Guards, was undoubtedly the King of Hell.

Dong Ling Ziluo was very satisfied with the deterrent effect brought by the Blood-Clothed Guards. Except for the guards of Prince Su's Mansion, everyone else was more or less affected by the Blood-Clothed Guards. They all stood still like wooden stakes, not daring to move.

"Sir." One hundred Blood-Clothed Guards knelt in unison in front of Dongling Ziluo. As for Prince Zhou and Prince Yong, they were completely ignored, and the Blood-Clothed Guards did not call Dongling Ziluo "Prince" either.

Although Prince Zhou and Prince Yong were unwilling, they dared not say much and could only stand obediently beside Dongling Ziluo as a background.

The Blood-Clothed Guards are an independent organization in Dongling, with funding from the Emperor's inner treasury. The Blood-Clothed Guards are only responsible to the Emperor and ignore everyone else. Only in this way can the Blood-Clothed Guards' status and rights be guaranteed.

When Lu Shaolin was around, the Blood-Clothed Guards would still deal with other people, but after Dong Ling Ziluo took over, the Blood-Clothed Guards completely ignored anyone except the Emperor and Dong Ling Ziluo.

In Dong Ling Zi Luo's hands, the Blood-Clothed Guards are the most ferocious beasts in the emperor's hands. Wherever the emperor points, the Blood-Clothed Guards will bite. This is exactly what the emperor wants and what Dong Ling Zi Luo is most satisfied with.

In Dong Ling Zi Luo's hands, the Blood Robe Guard had no complicated procedures, and all the power was in his hands. Dong Ling Zi Luo waved his hand at the Blood Robe Guard and said, "Pass on my order to search Feng Mansion and find the whereabouts of the eldest son of the Wang family."

"yes."

The military order was as heavy as a mountain. The Blood-Clothed Guards moved quickly. The one hundred people were divided into ten groups and rushed to the various courtyards of the Feng Mansion.

The Blood-Clothed Guards had a deep-rooted hatred for the Feng Mansion. They had not forgotten that the Feng Mansion had brought an indelible humiliation upon the Blood-Clothed Guards. Now that they could deal with the Feng Mansion openly, how could they let it go?

"Bang...Bang"

There were sounds of smashing and smashing, along with the crying and shouting of servants, as well as the sound of various porcelain and furnishings being smashed to pieces. The entire Feng Mansion was in chaos.

The Blood-Clothed Guards have no law enforcement order at all, so how can they destroy the Feng Mansion to the greatest extent? They come however they want. This is not a search at all, this is simply robbery, and not even the walls are spared wherever they go.

"No, don't smash it, please don't smash it."

"You guys are here to look for someone, right? There's no way a person can fit in this box."

"Sir, please don't smash it."

"You can't go in, you can't go in. This is my girl's room, you can't break in." Tong Jue and Tong Yao cried and shouted, trying to stop the Blood-Clothed Guards who were rushing around recklessly, but they were no match for them.

"Get out of here." The Blood-Clothed Guard hit Tong Jue with the butt of his sword, not caring at all that she was just a weak woman, and beat her until Tong Jue's head was covered in blood.

Tong Jue couldn't hold on and fell on Tong Yao. The servants of Feng Mansion wanted to take action, but were stopped by Su Wenqing: "Don't do it, let them smash it. Once you do it, it will be refusing to search and going against the court. It will be wrong even if you are not wrong."

If Dong Ling Zi Luo wants to vent his anger about the Wang family's affairs, then let him do it. It's just a matter of some silver. All the meaningful things in the Feng Mansion were burned in the fire. No matter how valuable these things are, they are just silver.

They have no power, but they have plenty of money.

Su Wenqing also hated them, but he knew very well that even if they risked their lives, they could not stop the Blood-Clothed Guards.

Wuuuu... The servants of Feng Mansion knew that Su Wenqing was doing this for the good of Feng Mansion and for their own good, so they retreated silently one by one and watched helplessly as the Blood-Clothed Guards passed through like a swarm of locusts, smashing the Feng Mansion into pieces and leaving even the woodshed untouched.

The secret guards dared to be angry but not to move. Their duty was to protect Feng Qingchen's safety. When Feng Qingchen's life was not in danger, they could not be exposed at will. Once exposed, they would lose their value.

The Blood-Clothed Guards followed orders and smashed things with great enthusiasm. Not only Feng Qingchen's room, but even the storeroom was not spared. The old butler was extremely grateful that he had arranged for people to send out the return gifts early in the morning, otherwise the Feng Mansion would have been in great disgrace this year.

But even so, it only reduced some of the losses. The New Year gifts sent from other places and the remaining pregnancy-preserving medicine were all smashed by the Blood-Clothed Guards. Brown liquid flowed all over the floor, and the servants of the Feng Mansion hugged each other and cried silently.

When the master is honored, the servant is honored; when the master is humiliated, the servant is killed. If Su Wenqing had not suppressed everyone, Tong Jue, Tong Yao and the others would have rushed forward and fought desperately with the Blood-Cloth Guards.

They endured everything, but the Blood-Clothed Guards became more and more aggressive. After a lot of smashing and looting, they couldn't even find the shadow of Wang Jinling. Finally, these people set their sights on the ancestral hall of the Feng Mansion.

"No, no, you can't go in, you can't go in." The anger and humiliation of the Feng Mansion's servants erupted at this moment. They accepted that the Feng Mansion was smashed, but the Feng Mansion's ancestral hall could not be smashed, and the Feng Mansion's ancestors could not be humiliated.

Without anyone's orders, all the servants of Feng Mansion stood at the gate of the ancestral hall and confronted the Blood-Clothed Guards. Facing the brutal Blood-Clothed Guards, they were afraid and terrified, but they could not retreat.

"Get out of here." The Blood-Clothed Guards came rudely, their eyes red, not hiding their murderous intent and cruelty at all.

The servants of Feng Mansion swallowed hard and suppressed the fear in their hearts. Tong Yao, Chun Hui, Qiu Hua, Xia Wan, Dong Qing, and Tong Jue, whose face was covered in blood, stood at the front, with tearful faces, confronting the ferocious Blood-Clothed Guards.

"We can't just sit there and watch the Feng Mansion's ancestral hall being destroyed. You can't get in unless you step on our dead bodies. We will live and die with the Feng Mansion's ancestral hall, and we won't retreat even a single step."

"Not a single step back! Not a single step back!"

"Don't retreat? You're looking for death. Do you think I dare not? Since you refuse to retreat, then all of you will die." The Blood-Cloaked Guard narrowed his eyes and drew his sword with a swish...