Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 133 Chapter 132 Questioning
Feng Xiuhu nodded and said, "Yingxia, I see you're sincere about this deal, so show me the things."

"Hey."

Zhao Yingxia quickly agreed, took out a thick stack of papers from her bag, stood up and handed it to Feng Xiuhu.

As she flipped through the documents, she explained each one to Feng Xiuhu: "This is the land deed, this is the house deed, and these are the receipts for Lu Hongxi's assets deposited in various banks. There are also many valuable antiques in the house, mostly calligraphy and paintings, and porcelain, which I will also give to Master Feng."

Feng Xiuhu regards money as dirt. He doesn't understand these things and doesn't want to care about them. He just wants to make money.

Feng Xiuhu pushed the things aside and asked the housekeeper to call Xi Yaoer to deal with them.

He asked Zhao Yingxia, "Yingxia, you are such a kind person. You gave all these to me, but what will you do in the future?"

Zhao Yingxia smiled bitterly, "It's not worth Master Feng's concern. I still have some gold and silver jewelry, which I plan to pawn to get some money for the journey. I will leave Fancheng and return to my hometown. It will be enough for the rest of my life."

Shunzi slammed the table and said, "Where did you get all the gold and silver jewelry? Didn't you buy them with Lu Hongxi's money? Lu Hongxi's money is my eldest brother's money!"

Zhao Yingxia's face turned pale with fear: "Master Feng, please leave me some. I can't starve to death on the way."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand to tell Shunzi not to interrupt - Shunzi's sudden yell almost disrupted his train of thought.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I told you I'd give you a chance to live, and I won't take your life."

"The house is just to test your sincerity. Now that you are sincere, I have something to ask you."

Zhao Yingxia breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest to breathe slowly: "Master Feng, just ask casually. It has come to this. I have nothing to hide."

At this time, Xi Yaoer also came out. She glanced at Zhao Yingxia and saw that she was an old woman. She rolled her eyes, twisted her waist and sat down next to Feng Xiuhu, and began to count the bills on the table.

Feng Xiuhu stared at Zhao Yingxia's eyes until she became nervous, then he asked, "Lu Hongxi is raising someone outside..."

Before he finished speaking, Miao Gensheng suddenly ran in: "Squad leader, someone from the church is coming, I dare not stop them."

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that someone had already walked into the yard.

The man in the lead, with a sullen face and wearing a bishop's robe, was Youkehu, and behind him were several men in black robes and top hats.

These people walked with great aura, and one could tell at a glance that they were martial artists.

Feng Xiuhu stood up, took out his hatchet and pointed it at him: "Breaking into my house, huh?"

Yukhu stopped outside the hall and did not come in.

It's not that he didn't dare to provoke Feng Xiuhu, but he didn't want to provoke this madman - looking at the situation, he knew that as long as he took a step forward, Feng Xiuhu would definitely attack him.

Feng Xiuhu came out from behind the table and looked at Youkehu across the threshold: "Are you here to avenge Paul, or are you visiting my house?"

Yukhu said sullenly, "Neither of those. I'm not here to see you."

He pointed at Zhao Yingxia in the hall and said, "I'm looking for her—to be more precise, it's the Duke of Da who's looking for her."

Feng Xiuhu looked back and saw Zhao Yingxia with a confused look on her face, obviously unaware of this.

So Feng Xiuhu replied: "She is not free."

Yukhu took a deep breath and patiently explained: "The Duke of Da wants to investigate Lu Hongxi's death thoroughly and needs her to go and question him."

He pointed at the black-shirted men behind him and said, "They are the personal guards of the Great Duke. They went to Lu Hongxi's house today but couldn't find Zhao Yingxia, so they came to the church to ask for her. Konate Chen went to the church, so Archbishop Toverson asked me to handle it."

"That's why I found your house."

As if fearing Feng Xiuhu would start making trouble again, Youkehu added, "The Duke's request is reasonable, and the church agrees—we all want to get to the bottom of this matter."

It turns out that Yukhu was not here to cause trouble.

Feng Xiuhu nodded. He was very reasonable. "That's perfect. I have something to ask you too. Once I'm done, you can take me away." Zhao Yingxia was a little panicked. "How can you arrest me? I didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who suffered the most!"

One of the black-shirted men spoke up, "Madam, don't panic. The Duke of Daguo is only asking you to question him. You are not a criminal, and we are not here to arrest you. We are asking you. Once we have clarified everything, we will let you go."

After hearing this, Zhao Yingxia calmed down a little.

Feng Xiuhu returned to the hall and waved to Youkehu: "Since you are here, come in and sit down, Bishop Youke."

Yukhu signaled the man in black to wait outside, and he walked into the main hall and sat down.

Feng Xiuhu grinned at him and said, "I have something to ask as well. Let's listen together."

After saying that, Feng Xiuhu turned to Zhao Yingxia again.

"Yingxia, let's continue."

"Do you remember that your man kept a bitch as his assassin?"

Zhao Yingxia frowned and tried to recall. "Death warrior? I don't think I've heard of that. Lu Hongxi may seem powerful outside, but he's actually henpecked. I manage the family finances, and I remember every account clearly. Not to mention his extramarital affairs, I even know exactly how much he spent on drinks with dancers at nightclubs."

Feng Xiuhu asked again: "So you mean this didn't happen?"

Feng Xiuhu's tone was serious, and Zhao Yingxia didn't dare to guarantee it. "That... isn't certain. What if he really has hidden some private money and hasn't told a woman like me about it? I can't say for sure."

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and changed his mind: "You don't know about small amounts of money, but you should have an impression of large amounts of money."

"Has Lu Hongxi ever been to the auction house's nightclub? Or has he sent someone there?"

She could indeed give an accurate answer to this question.

Zhao Yingxia just opened her mouth and said, "The auction house spent a lot of money, how could I not know? Lu Hongxi, he mumbled..."

Under the gazes of Feng Xiuhu and Youkehu, Zhao Yingxia suddenly became slurred in the middle of her speech, and then in full view of everyone, blood gushed out of her mouth, and the blood mixed with minced meat fell onto the table.

Zhao Yingxia was stunned for a moment, screaming in fear, holding up her hands as if trying to pick up the minced meat.

Seeing this horrific scene, Xi Yaoer screamed in fear.

Feng Xiuhu looked at Youkehu warily, and Shunzi looked around in surprise.

Yukhu reacted quickly. He stood up and grabbed Zhao Yingxia's jaw, then looked closely and said, "Her tongue was crushed!"

"Who did it?"

Feng Xiuhu was also confused. He swept his eyes over the faces of everyone present, but could not see any clues.

Zhao Yingxia opened her mouth wide and cried out: "Wow, w ...

She couldn't say anything, as if she was asking for help.

Yukehu thought quickly and turned to the housekeeper and shouted, "Quick, bring me some paper and pen!"

Feng Xiuhu strode over and pointed at the table, saying to Zhao Yingxia, "Just write with blood!"

As soon as she said that, Zhao Yingxia's neck tilted and her whole head fell down, rolling on the table before standing up.

There was still fear in her eyes as she stared at Feng Xiuhu.

Hot blood spurted out of the cavity, covering Feng Xiuhu and Youkehu's heads and faces.

(End of this chapter)