When Feng Jiuer walked into Feng Mansion, she obviously felt that something was not right in the atmosphere.
There was no one along the way. She quickly returned to her yard in the corner, but she couldn't find the mute slave anywhere.
The room where the mute slave lives is always tidy. He is a clean person. Even if it is simple, it is comfortable and elegant.
But today, the chair in his room was overturned and fell to the floor, and the broken porcelain pieces of the cup were still lying on the floor.
Something happened to the mute slave!
Feng Jiuer quickly left the yard and finally found a passing guard in the front yard: "Where is the mute slave?"
The guard looked at her contemptuously and said disdainfully: "The mute slave stole Miss Qingyin's jewelry last night and was taken to the dungeon for interrogation."
"What?" Damn Feng Qingyin, the mute slave has never been greedy for money, this is clearly slander!
Feng Jiuer turned around and immediately rushed towards the dungeon.
Before I arrived, I heard someone talking outside: "This guy is also stubborn. He fought all night and still doesn't want to admit it."
"I heard that the torturers took three shifts. He was so powerful that he didn't even know the pain."
"Maybe he is as stupid as his master. He really doesn't know how to feel pain, hahaha..."
Feng Jiuer's figure flew past them like the wind, and disappeared into the entrance of the dungeon in a blink of an eye.
...A dungeon is a place found in every mansion, specifically used to punish servants who have made mistakes.
There is a strong smell of blood in a certain cell in the dungeon now.
The mute slave was tied to a wooden frame. His whole body was covered with whip wounds, and his clothes were covered with blood, staining a large area red.
The guard stood in front of him, whipped his whip and asked: "Did you steal Miss Eighth's gold chain? If you admit it, just nod."
The mute slave's face was expressionless, and his face covered with scars was covered with sweat. However, he had not even hummed since last night.
"What a bastard! Not even afraid of a whip!" the guard snorted coldly.
With a sudden sound, he drew out the sword from his waist and stabbed the mute slave's arm.
"You've been fighting all night and still don't admit it. You really think we don't dare to do anything to you, don't you?"
Miss Eight had ordered that he must confess, even if he had to be beaten.
But who knew this bitch slave could endure it so well, and even now he is still unwilling to plead guilty!
That sword was about to fall on the wrist of the mute slave.
Such a sharp sword would definitely cut off the tendon even if it didn't cut off his hand.
If this sword goes down, the mute slave's hand will be crippled!
"Stop!" Behind him, someone kicked open the cell door.
There was a loud bang, frightening the two guards inside who were executing the execution.
The two of them were stunned, and the sword movement stopped.
The guard holding the sword was about to turn around when suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and someone had already arrived in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, there was a stabbing pain in his wrist, and the guard screamed after realizing that his hand tendon was severed!
"Miss Ninth!" The other guard was so frightened that he immediately drew his sword to protect himself.
There was only a clang sound, and Feng Jiuer took the long sword from the guard's hand and stabbed it with fierce force.
The guard didn't even know when she made her move, and the sword in her hand had already been knocked away by her sword.
"Ah..." The screams spread together with the blood. The guard fell to the ground, and his tendons were also destroyed!
The two guards were all injured by Feng Jiuer in just a moment.
When did she learn swordsmanship, and when did she become so agile and powerful?
The mute slave looked at the woman who came to him, his eyes full of surprise...
