"What should I do? My son has read it too!" After hearing this, a middle-aged man also started to cry out.
"I have also discussed and slandered Miss Feng behind her back," a young girl also said fearfully.
"I, I even scolded her!" A young man said regretfully.
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The people gathered around Feng Qianmei, and she confessed her crimes on her own, placing their hopes on the young master in front of them, because the few words she just said made everyone inexplicably feel that she was like a god.
In the past, they would never have believed this, but the scene just now was still vivid in their minds, and the death of this mistress was right in front of them.
When Feng Qianmei saw this, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times. Could she be that scary?
She wanted to create panic in the city and make the people doubt Canglan Xuan, but she did not want the people to feel in danger. She was not ruthless and unscrupulous yet, but when she was ruthless and unscrupulous, she was not.
People can bear it.
Therefore, she, Feng Qianmei, is not a ruthless person, but she is not a human being when she is ruthless.
"Everyone, although Miss Feng is not smart, she is not that stingy. If she didn't have great hatred, she would not be so rude. I don't know what grudges the young master just now had with Miss Feng.
But just now, I heard clearly that he was cursing Miss Feng to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, so that she would not be reincarnated again to harm others. For the dead, the most taboo thing is that they cannot be reincarnated again, so maybe he was angry.
Only if he has Miss Feng, Miss Feng will harm him!" Feng Qianmei said.
Although Feng Qianmei's motive for deciding to kill this man was also because of his words, it was more to scare the monkeys and create panic. But then again, it was also because of this man's usual sneakiness and improper skills that he became her
Cannon fodder.
When everyone heard what Feng Qianmei said, their hearts became unusually calm. They didn't know why, but they felt a little reassured by what the young master in front of them said, as if she was Feng Qianmei.
Naturally, they don't know that she is really Feng Qianmei, but no one knows why these people are inexplicably less afraid because of her words. Maybe, they think what Feng Qianmei said makes sense!
Feng Qianmei saw the purpose and replied, no longer staying any longer, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.
In the private room of the teahouse next to it, the three men who had watched this scene from beginning to end were a little angry and admired Feng Qianmei, who was dressed in men's clothing. Naturally, they all understood the meaning of her words just now.
This person kept saying maybe, maybe, but he clearly expressed that there was another reason for Feng Qianmei's death.
Moreover, the man's death was so weird, it was as if his blood had been sucked dry. Naturally, they did not believe that the man said that it was Feng Qianmei's ghost who was causing trouble. However, this thing was weird in two ways.
They were all confused and suddenly fell down, as if their blood had been sucked by a ghost.
"Master, what do you think about this?" the man in gray clothes standing on the right asked doubtfully.
"There must be something fishy about this matter. I'm afraid we won't find out until we check it out." The man's faint voice was like the clear spring water in a mountain stream, light and sweet, with a hint of cold pride.