"Don't you doubt us anymore?" Fengjiu raised her eyebrows and asked. She felt that this middle-aged man was quite a character as he could remain calm when faced with such a situation.
"I don't dare."
The middle-aged man lowered his head and said. He already knew how powerful the other party was, even though they had never fought each other. However, these people with unfathomable strength were clearly led by the woman in red. How could he dare to make random guesses
Feng Jiu walked forward and said in a nonchalant voice, "Your daughter's death has nothing to do with us. As my people just said, it would be easy for them to take your lives, and they wouldn't make it so troublesome."
As she spoke, she came to the middle-aged man, paused, and said, "But I am also curious. This small village seems to be quite peaceful. How could there be a murder? And it is linked to us, making us suspected by you."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was slightly startled. He couldn't help but look up at her. Meeting her cold and indifferent gaze, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I have asked someone to inquire whether there were any strangers entering or leaving last night. Maybe there will be news in a while."
"If you don't mind, I can help you take a look." Fengjiu said.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was startled. After a slight pause, he bowed and said, "Thank you." Then he made a gesture of invitation.
"Others don't have to follow." Fengjiu turned around and glanced at Du Fan and the others.
"Yes." They responded and gestured to Leng Hua and Leng Shuang, asking them to follow.
The two nodded slightly, followed Feng Jiu and the middle-aged man to a nearby house. After entering, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and said, "My daughter died in great pain, please don't be scared, Madam."
Fengjiu smiled slightly: "Not many people can scare me."
The middle-aged man came to the bedside and looked at his daughter, who was already dressed neatly. His eyes were filled with grief. "When the guards came to knock on the door this morning, there was no response, so my wife came to call in person. But when she opened the door and came to the bedside, she found that she was already dead."
His voice paused slightly, and he choked up a little: "Judging from the stiffness of her body, she must have been killed at midnight last night. There are no wounds on her body, only a pinch mark on her neck, but her spiritual energy is completely gone."
Fengjiu stood by the bed and watched, her eyes falling from the woman's hands to her neck, where she saw dark red bruises, obviously caused by being pinched. However, after a quick glance, she knew that the fatal mark on her neck was not the one.
His eyes fell on the woman's face, and after a careful look, he spoke slowly, "She wasn't strangled to death, but her essence and blood were sucked dry and she died."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was startled: "What? Died from being drained of all his energy? This is impossible. If he died from being drained of all his energy, he would probably be nothing but skin and bones. How could this be..."
“Don’t believe it? Try cutting her finger and see if there’s any blood flowing out.” Feng Jiu said as she turned around and walked out.
Looking at the woman in red who turned and walked out, the middle-aged man glanced at his daughter, then cut her finger, but nothing came out of the cut on her finger, not even a drop of blood was seen.