Chapter 199 Uncle Feng Is My Father

Feng Youzhong could see his wife's expression and knew that she had become suspicious.

Although he was not afraid of Wu, in front of everyone, he could only pretend to be helpless, "Laishun, you are so scared that I am your Uncle Feng, not your father."

Feng Laishun knew that he shouldn't call him daddy, but Hu Batian's thugs still held him tightly, and the extremely sharp dagger frightened him even more.

How could he care so much at this time?

Angrily, he opened his mouth and shouted, "No... you are my father. I am about to be beheaded, how can you still refuse to save me!"

Seeing Feng Laishun's bloody right hand without a little finger, Feng Youzhong felt distressed, but he could only smile dryly, "It seems that the child was really frightened."

Some people couldn't help but shake their heads, "Feng Laishun, although Feng Youzhong is kind enough to help you pay off your debt, you can't call him dad. If you accept someone else as your dad, what will you ask him to do when your dad comes back?"

Grandma Wang was helpless, but she couldn't say anything. She could only wink at Feng Laishun and tell him to stop talking.

Wu originally thought that Feng Youzhong was having an affair with Wang, but now she was unsure.

Feng Laishun saw Wang's pleading eyes and hesitated in his heart.

If he didn't say it, his hands would be chopped off, but if he did, his mother would be cast aside.

Seeing that he didn't speak anymore, Feng Youzhong and Grandma Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Chu glanced at the male puppet holding Feng Youzhong's neck, and suddenly said coolly to Feng Laishun, "Since he is not your father, what about your father? If you don't call him back to help you pay off the debt, I'm afraid your hands will Can’t keep it.”

Feng Laishun's face turned pale, he thought. But that man was already dead, how could he call him back?

No, his mother is unwilling to save him. If he doesn't seize this opportunity, Hu Batian will definitely have his whole hand chopped off.

He doesn't want to be useless.

Feng Laishun looked at Feng Youzhong pleadingly, "Dad, can you really bear to watch my hands being chopped off? I am your only son. If you don't save me, your son will die."

Wu glared at Feng Youzhong with red eyes, "Master, tell the truth, is Feng Laishun your son?"

Feng Youzhong was upset by Feng Laishun's cry. When he heard her question, he immediately yelled at her angrily, "What are you talking about? How can he be my son?"

Wang was angry and helpless, so she could only say to Feng Laishun, "Son, how can you talk nonsense? Your father has returned to his hometown..."

Feng Laishun interrupted her impatiently, "I'm not talking nonsense. Uncle Feng is my father."

Mrs. Wu could no longer hold back her anger and rushed towards Mrs. Wang, "You are a shameless bitch. You are still trying to seduce other people's husbands like a vixen at such an old age. Go to hell!"

Wu is not good at words and not good-looking. She was just the woman in charge of bathing in Duke Zhao's mansion. When Wang was young, she was better-looking than she was, and she was better at winning the favor of Mrs. Zhao Guogong than she was, so she could be the nanny in charge.

Feng Laishun is a small steward in the front yard of Zhao Guogong's mansion.

Wu didn't expect that these two people would hook up together behind her back and give birth to a son, Feng Laishun.

Grandma Wang embarrassedly blocked Wu's scratching while she argued hurriedly, "I didn't. How could Lai Shun be You Zhong's child? If you don't believe me, wait until Lai Shun's father comes back and ask him if Lai Shun is his child." ”

Feng Youzhong shouted angrily at Wu with a dark face, "Have you made enough trouble? Why don't you go back quickly and be embarrassed by staying here?"

Seeing how angry he was, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but stop, "Feng Laishun is really not your son?"

"no……"

As soon as Feng Youzhong finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise.

Everyone who was watching the gossip with great interest was startled by the sound.

Xun Sheng turned around and took a look.

The peach tree in the corner of the yard was uprooted and fell to the ground.

Ling Chu curled his lips and quietly put away the small hammer.

When Grandma Wang saw this scene, her legs went weak immediately.

Feng Laishun was also startled, swallowed his saliva, and looked away guiltily, not daring to look at the peach tree again.

Everyone is puzzled. The peach tree is growing well. It has not withered and there is no strong wind now. It was so good, why was it suddenly uprooted?

How strange.

Grandma Wang swallowed and was thinking about finding some soil to fill the tree hole.

Ling Chu suddenly reached out and pointed toward the tree pit and exclaimed, "What is that?"

Grandma Wang's heart skipped a beat and she quickly said, "It's nothing. This tree was just planted not long ago, and maybe it didn't grow well, so it fell down."

Although Grandma Wang tried to remain calm, her voice could not conceal her nervousness.

Some people looked at her suspiciously. It was just a tree. It fell down. Why did Ms. Wang look like she was afraid of something?

A child saw the tree falling to the ground, and he didn't know if he thought it was funny, but he suddenly rushed over there.

Grandma Wang's expression changed, and before she could stop her, the child had already rushed to the tree pit.

Just as he was about to jump down, he suddenly fell back in horror and screamed, "Ah, hands, hands, hands..."

Seeing that something was wrong with the child, his mother rushed through the crowd and hugged him.

The woman's eyes fell into the tree pit, and her expression suddenly changed.

Why is there a human hand in the tree pit?

This scene was so terrifying that the woman didn't think much about it, turned around, picked up the child, and stumbled towards the crowd.

At this time, everyone saw that something was wrong.

A few brave men walked over together. Seeing the exposed human hand, they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

"Wang, how could there be a dead body buried in your yard?"

Madam Wang avoided her eyes, "I... I don't know..."

Madam Wang wanted to be vague, but Ling Chu would not let her do so. "This is your house, how could you not know?

Didn't you just say that the peach tree was planted not long ago? It must be you who dug up the tree and buried the body underneath, which caused the tree to not grow well and fall down."

Madam Wang complained in her heart. She didn't dig up the peach tree at all, and the body was not buried under the tree at all, but just buried next to it.

But she couldn't say this.

"Madam Wang, whose body is that?"

Madam Wang stared at Ling Chu, annoyed that she was talking about something else, "I didn't bury the body, and I don't know who he is."

At this time, she was still stubborn.

Ling Chu was about to summon a large shovel to dig out the body.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from outside the crowd——

"Wei Feng, send someone to the Dali Temple to report to the authorities. A murder case has been found here."

"Yin Sha, take someone to dig out the dead body and wait for the coroner to come and perform an autopsy."

Ning Chuyi gave two orders in succession, and immediately made Wang Ma collapse with a deathly pale face.

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