The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 279 I Forgot to Tell You
A golden bell sounded.

Zong Zhengyu suddenly turned his head.

Seeing Feng Canglan standing in the corner, the blood on his face gradually faded away.

Feng Canglan looked at him in shock.

Zong Zhengyu still held a blunt knife for cutting flesh in his hand, and his hands seemed to be soaked in blood before he pulled them out.

Blood dripped on the ground.

His moon-white brocade robe was also stained with blood, and his whole person looked bloodthirsty and gloomy, making one's hair stand on end.

"Lan'er..." Zong Zhengyu threw away the blunt knife in his hand.

With a "bang", the blunt knife fell to the ground.

He ran around the corner.

Feng Canglan retreated subconsciously, staring at Zong Zhengyu's blood-stained hands and frowning.

She hates blood, so she never gets a little blood on herself when she kills.

Her subconscious backing and frowning turned into fear, fear, disgust, and nausea in Zong Zhengyu's eyes.

Sensing that Feng Canglan's eyes were fixed on his hands, Zong Zhengyu hastily hid his bloody hands behind his back.

"Lan'er..." His hoarse voice was trembling, his eyes dodged in a panic.

"No...it's not what you see."

"I'm not usually like this."

"Don't back down, don't be afraid of me, okay?"

He stared at Feng Canglan closely, without taking his eyes off, afraid that someone who didn't pay attention would run away.

"Lan'er, I..."

Zong Zhengyu wanted to explain that looking at himself covered in blood, he couldn't justify the bloody killing.

He took a step forward and avoided it, Feng Canglan frowned even deeper.

Both of Zong Zhengyu's were trembling, and the madness in his well-known phoenix eyes first appeared, and the darkness in his eyes slowly surfaced.

"It's good to see."

"If you see it, you don't even want to run away." Zong Zhengyu laughed wildly.

Both hands were bright red, moon-white soaked in dots of blood.

Feng Canglan raised his hand and slapped Zong Zhengyu on the head.

Zong Zhengyu was dumbfounded by this slap, and looked at Feng Canglan in a daze.

"What are you crazy about?" He has never seen the world.

She walked around Zong Zhengyu and walked into the secret room, and Wen Fengjun was tied to the cross dying.

"You put the poison on?"

From the conversation between Zong Zhengyu and Wen Fengjun just now, she can probably guess it.

"So what?" Wen Fengjun smashed the jar.

"You poisoned me and cured me, what is your purpose?" Are you in a panic?
As far as facts are concerned, if Wen Fengjun hadn't exchanged her life for her life at that time, she might have died by now.

So, what is Wen Fengjun's purpose in doing this?

To win Zong Zhengyu's trust?

"You think I want to treat you?" He didn't want to, not at all.

But that person came to inform him that Feng Canglan must be kept!
Otherwise, she would have died long ago, why would she still be here.

"It seems that someone gave you an order." Feng Canglan said the guess in his heart.

Walking to the table where the instruments of torture were placed, she lightly brushed those icy instruments with her fingers, and finally her fingertips rested on the hammer.

She looked at the bamboo stick next to her again, holding the stick in both hands.

"Can you tell me who that person is?" Feng Canglan asked gently.

Wen Fengjun sneered and did not respond.

Feng Canglan was not in a hurry, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a hammer in the other, "Since you don't say it, then I have to find a way to make you say it."

Ten fingers connected to the heart, nothing hurts more than here.

She pointed the bamboo stick at the tip of Wen Fengjun's middle finger, and hammered it down with an iron hammer.

Wen Fengjun's tragic wailing echoed continuously in the secret room.

Looking at Feng Canglan's red eyes, "Feng Canglan! You are a poisonous woman."

"You didn't just find out today."

"So, who is the person behind you?" She stared at her with autumn water eyes, and Wen Fengjun's heart trembled with her clear eyes.

The other side did not respond, Feng Canglan picked up another bamboo stick and prepared to nail it into his fingertips.

The pain spreading all over the limbs has not dissipated, Wen Fengjun struggled desperately, looked at Feng Canglan with a ghostly expression, "You can't abuse me!"

"Zong Zhengyu's poison, only I can control it!"

"Even Linzhu Sanren can't save Zong Zhengyu!"

"If you kill me, Zong Zhengyu will definitely not live for three years."

"Pfft." Feng Canglan couldn't help laughing.

In Wen Fengjun's ears, this whisper was sarcasm.

However, Feng Canglan did mean this.

She half frowned and looked back, Zong Zhengyu stood there blankly looking at Feng Canglan.

I thought she would be frightened by this bloody and cruel scene, but I didn't expect...

"Didn't you tell him who I am?"

Zong Zhengyu shook his head.

Feng Canglan raised his eyebrows and continued to look at Wen Fengjun, "Did Linzhu Sanren not tell you who I am?"

Wen Fengjun had a strange expression on his face.

Seeing his expression, Feng Canglan probably understood.

Wen Fengjun, until now I still don't know who she is.

"Cough." She cleared her throat, "Do you know why I became the junior sister of Linzhu Sanren, your uncle?"

"Because a few years ago, Linzhu Sanren competed with me for medicine and lost to me."

Wen Fengjun's face was full of astonishment, and his pupils were full of disbelief.

The master said that Feng Canglan's medical skills were not bad, but he didn't take it seriously.She is a teenage girl, how good is her medical skills?

As for the identity of this great uncle, who knows how it came about.

So, hearing Feng Canglan's tone, her medical skills are better than those of Linzhu Sanren?
Seeing Wen Fengjun's complexion change again and again, finally his obscure eyes locked on Feng Canglan.

"It seems that Linzhu Sanren didn't disclose any news to you."

"The old man is still honest."

"No, it's because I'm afraid that I won't support Butterfly Valley with money."

"You said, I spent money to feed and clothe you to support you to study medicine, and I didn't say that you would repay your kindness, nor did I restrain you."

"You can attach yourself to anyone, but how can you target the benefactor who helped you?"

The look in Wen Fengjun's eyes was even more beautiful, staring at Feng Canglan with the expression that you are crazy and what are you talking about.

"You grew up in Butterfly Valley, don't you know that someone has been paying for Butterfly Valley?"

Facing Wen Fengjun's somewhat moved and unbelievable gaze, Feng Canglan smiled, "That person is me."

"Of course, if you can't figure it out, I'll make it simpler."

"Butterfly Valley, it's not an exaggeration to say it belongs to me."

All the money in Butterfly Valley comes from her, and the doctors who come out of it can be said to be raised by him.

"No!" Wen Fengjun growled, "You don't want to lie to me!"

"How long has it been since Butterfly Valley was established?" From the beginning of its establishment, a mysterious person has been secretly supporting and paying for it.

How old is Feng Canglan? When Butterfly Valley was established, how old was she?
"You can't lie to me!"

"Cheat you?" Feng Canglan sneered again and again, "What do you have that I can lie to?"

"My patience is limited, and I will ask you one last time, who ordered you to poison me."

Wen Fengjun remained silent.

Feng Canglan held the bamboo stick and was about to smash it. Wen Fengjun struggled in panic, "You can't! You can't!"

"Zong Zhengyu's life is still with me!"

"I don't want Zong Zhengyu to die! You can't treat me like this."

Feng Canglan laughed, amused by Wen Fengjun's ignorance.

She raised her eyelids slightly, her cherry lips parted slightly, "I forgot to tell you."

"I still have an identity."

"The world calls me, Immortal Doctor with Ghost Hands!"

(End of this chapter)