Chapter 122: The Transformation of the Wind Wolf (1)
The headquarters of the Han army's main force stationed on the border of the Zhou state.
It was a relatively remote and independent tent. Standing outside the door to guard it were not soldiers but two people in dark blue clothes. This attire was not unfamiliar and one could tell at a glance that they were members of the Wind Wolf. The atmosphere in the tent seemed to be extremely depressing. Feng Qinghan sat high up, sipping tea with a leisurely look. In front of him was a person who was tied up. Canfeng and Canyun stood on each side, and there were several other members, including Fengxing, who was standing closest to Feng Qinghan.
"Good tea, Canfeng, what kind of tea is this?"
In this extremely depressing situation, Feng Qinghan's usual casual voice rang out, and everyone else lowered their heads and dared not breathe, except for a few individuals.
"It's not a famous tea. I just thought it tasted good when I passed by and brought it back. The locals told me it's a kind of green tea, but I forgot the name."
Canfeng answered slowly and nonchalantly, not at all affected by the depressing atmosphere.
"oh?"
Feng Qinghan responded indifferently and continued to sip his tea. The more relaxed his attitude seemed, the more nervous the others became. Among them, Canyun leaned over with an indifferent face and looked at someone who was tied up in front of him, his eyes full of coldness.
It seemed like it took a long time, and Canyun finally couldn't stand the atmosphere of staring at each other, so he turned to Feng Qinghan and said coldly: "Sir, can you drink tea later? Can you deal with the matter at hand first?"
Canyun reminded Feng Qinghan out of "good intentions". After all, almost everyone present was affected by the atmosphere and the air was almost non-existent. Of course, if you ignore his tone and attitude, others were stunned when they heard his words. However, everyone could hear that there was no warmth in his tone. If they were not clear about it , everyone would break into a cold sweat because of Canyun's attitude and tone. But he was Canyun.
"Oh, all right then."
Feng Qinghan nodded readily and stretched out the teacup to the side. Feng Xing immediately stepped forward to take it. As soon as Feng Qinghan's words came out, someone immediately broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his head even more.
"Then tell me, you've seen it all, the Second Protector is already getting impatient waiting."
Feng Qinghan nonchalantly pushed the "responsibility" to Canyun. Of course, he was talking to someone, who had lowered his head as low as it could go, almost touching the ground. Feng Qinghan's words made many people sweat, only Canfeng covered his mouth and almost laughed, while Canyun still looked at the someone expressionlessly.
Someone didn't answer. No one knew whether it was because of fear or something else, but his whole body was shaking and he didn't dare to raise his head.
"Besides, I don't want to waste time."
Feng Qinghan added another sentence, which was undoubtedly the most influential. Someone trembled even more violently, and others couldn't help but shudder; because everyone knew that even if they angered Canyun, it would not be as good as angering Feng Qinghan. Feng Qinghan always seemed lazy on the surface, but he was no less cruel than Canyun, and his cruelty was a hundred times worse.
"Canfeng, did you abuse him and make him mute?"
Seeing that the man still didn't speak, Feng Qinghan turned to Canfeng, but before Canfeng could speak, the man had already spoken.
“No, no—”
The man raised his bruised and swollen face so that his original appearance could not be recognized. His words were full of fear. Hearing this, Canfeng just shrugged his shoulders, and Feng Qinghan turned his gaze to the man. If the man did not speak again, God knew what kind of punishment he would suffer, especially when facing Feng Qinghan. He could not even die and could only face it in fear.
"You know how to talk? Then tell me, how did Feng Yan die? Who killed him?"
Feng Qinghan asked faintly. The man trembled all over, looking at Feng Qinghan with fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth and trembled: "Yes, it's the Fourth Protector."
This answer surprised Canfeng and Canyun at the same time. Although they had been prepared, they could never have guessed such an unexpected answer. Canfeng didn't quite believe it, nor did he dare to believe it. Canyun felt a little guilty about Feng Yan's death at Feng Yao's hands, because it was his responsibility to watch Feng Yao die.
"As for how he died, I really don't know. I only know that he died a very tragic death. His entire body looked like it was rotten by worms, and then—"
The man continued to answer, his voice full of piety, but his fear was undiminished.
After hearing what that person said, Canfeng and Canyun subconsciously looked at each other, and then tacitly turned their gazes to Feng Qinghan. Feng Qinghan was pinching his chin lightly with one hand, and the smile on his face faded a little, as if he was thinking.
"Tell me, why do you, as the deputy of the Three Guardians, know so much about it?"
Feng Qinghan asked. This question involves several hidden meanings. First, if he was present, he must know the cause of death, but the man answered that he didn't know. Second, given the man's status, this kind of thing should not be a secret. Feng Qinghan could hear that the man was not lying, but he wanted to know what happened at that time. He knew Feng Yan too well, and he also had strength . As far as Feng Yan's strength was concerned, there should be no one who could compete with him, whether it was Huanling or Feng Yao, so it was impossible for him to die without alarming others. More importantly, Feng Yan was only responsible for Huanling and should be with Huanling at all times. Feng Qinghan believed that he could not act on his own. Since the person in front of him was Huanling, then this person who was Huanling's deputy and was deeply valued by Huanling was of course with her at all times, so why didn't he know that Feng Yan was dead? Besides, with Feng Yan's strength, Feng Yao was not his opponent at all, and it was even more impossible for others. It would be the same if there were more people. The person in front of him was not weak, and he should have been clamped at the scene, otherwise how could Feng Yan be killed so easily? He should have escaped long ago.
