Feng Qin didn't know what Huo Weilou heard after leaving the prison room, but this question made his eyes that were so calm that he had to keep calm were flashing.

Huo Weilou continued to ask without waiting for his answer: "How did your mother die?"

Feng Qin's turbid eyes were half narrow, and his withered face clenched his teeth and trembled slightly. He changed his position and sat in front of him, folded his hands in front of him and held them tightly.

Huo Weilou stared at him, "Your father practiced Taoism and achieved enlightenment, and he was named the Lord of Heavenly Master in the mansion. Your mother obeyed his will and worshiped him as a true god. When you practiced Taoism with him at a young age, you also obtained his true teachings. Originally, the practice of Taoism by your family of three was nothing, but later, your mother died."

Feng Qin swallowed with difficulty, and his slightly narrowed eyes felt annoyed, and he was very reluctant to hear this.

Huo Weilou's voice became more and more interesting, as if he was talking about something very interesting. "I heard that your mother was unconscious before her death. You should understand very well what kind of words and deeds of those who were unconscious were. Therefore, when you know that County Lord Anning had a madness and stupidity after returning to the palace when he was young, you breathed a sigh of relief. My husband guessed that your mother's madness and stupidity are probably unrelated to you."

These words touched Feng Qin's pain point in some way. He grabbed the robe on his knee with both hands, and the shackles were shaking crisply, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hands, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.

Huo Weilou's words became increasingly sharp, "Although your father felt that he was the true god of the Heavenly Master, he had never committed evil deeds. You got his true teachings, but he was even more vicious than him. What did you do to your mother? The first person to take blood and sacrifice to you is your mother?"

Hearing this, Feng Qin could no longer suppress the anger in his eyes and said word by word: "Do you know what you are talking about? I can't afford the crime of killing your mother!"

Huo Weilou didn't care, and his expression was even more contemptuous, "How can you care about your mother if you can attack your wife and eldest son? Your father has a deep understanding of Taoism and even wants to start a sect. You follow him to practice and see that he has obtained the great way, and you are envious. In order to cultivate the true magic body as soon as possible, you start to dabble in evil ways! Either you coax your mother to sacrifice yourself to help you practice Taoism, or your mother knows that you have the intention of committing such a crime and preventing you from succeeding, and you are depressed and crazy."

What Huo Weilou said was naturally just a tactic. Feng Qin could suppress the soul of the old Zhongyi Bo with runes, and he must have hated him deeply. When Mrs. Bo passed away, Feng Qin was not yet in his double 10 years old, so he probably had little to do with him, so he asked Feng Qin to defend himself.

"It's ridiculous, because of me?!How could it be because of me?" Feng Qin glared at Huo Weilou, his eyes covered with blood, and he seemed particularly angry, "My mother is—"

The words that were about to blurt out suddenly, Feng Qin regained his consciousness on the verge of defeat. He looked at Huo Weilou vigilantly, suddenly reacted, leaned forward back to the back of the chair, and he suppressed his anger on his face again.

"The Marquis is trying to get me in trouble."

Feng Qin's keenness did not disappoint Huo Weilou. He knew that this direction was right. Can he help him with reason and intelligence once, and can he help him with the second time?

So he said indifferently: "You only deny that your mother did not die because of you, but you did not deny that you had murdered Princess Anyang and Feng Yu. Let me guess that your mother did not die because of you, it must be because of your father."

Feng Qin's lips were pursed tightly, but his eyes were still red, but he stopped talking.

"You left a rune to suppress the dead soul in your father's yard. According to Taoism, you don't want him to be reborn. It can be seen that you are quite jealous of him. Let me guess that you have followed him since childhood and are controlled by him. Your mother is the same. What's more, your father may be quite cruel to your mother. When you witness your mother being tortured by him, you have suffered a lot in his hands, so you hate him-"

"Later, you watched your mother be confused and died of illness, and the hatred became deeper." He looked at Feng Qin, "You have not protected your mother, and there is even more. You are afraid of your father and have to stand on your father's side and watch your mother suffer."

Even though Feng Qin made up his mind and stopped talking, Huo Weilou's words still involved many past events and he didn't want to think about it. However, every time Huo Weilou said more, more memories came one after another, causing him to feel nightmarish fear.

He suddenly raised his eyes, "Hasn't you ever protected Duke Ding?"

Huo Weilou's father, Duke Ding, was forced to death by the eldest princess. This is widely circulated among aristocratic families. As one of the royal relatives, Feng Qin naturally often heard of it. He stared at Huo Weilou, hoping to see Huo Weilou showing a shameful expression.

But Huo Weilou didn't even raise his eyebrows, "You admit it."

Anger and fear will make people lose their minds. Feng Qin cannot do it without any leakage. When he reaches a certain level of anger, he will want to fight back. However, this young man in his early twenties is extraordinary and almost impeccable, so he thought of his equally tragic family affairs.

His words did admit that he had never protected his mother, but how could his mother have protected him?

More and more memories came like a tide, which made Feng Qin unable to control his expression. At this time, Huo Weilou said coldly again: "You can't protect your mother, but you can't fight your father. You finally have a beloved wife, but you ended her life with your own hands. Your eldest son always calls you as a father, but if you kill him, you are even more vicious than your father."

"I'm not!"

This last sentence made Feng Qin unacceptable, and he shouted angrily.

His chest was fluctuating violently, his eyes were red, and the corners of his lips twitched a few times, and he could no longer help defend himself, "You don't understand what kind of person he is. He is the most heartless and righteous person in the world. My mother was a virtuous lady, but because she loved him, she was willing to practice Taoism with him. He wanted to be the true god of the Heavenly Master, and his mother obeyed him and worshiped him like she did to a real god, but he was still not satisfied. It was him! He was not satisfied with Taoist teachings, he wanted to gather the great achievements of the Tao of the Tao, and he used his mother's blood to refine the art of death. He was the most ruthless and unrighteous man. No, he was not worthy of being a man and not worthy of being a father. Only the most incompetent man would use the love of a woman to torture her-"

"I have to practice Taoism but the world is secular, but he cannot abandon the power of the Bo Mansion at all. He can only torture the people he is closest to! My mother was tortured to death by him, and I also suffered a lot. What crime do I have?"

His breathing was messy, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and he knew that he should remain calm, but his mind was endlessly trapped in the old things. Huo Weilou's accusations were like the last straw that crushed him. How could he be more vicious than his father?

"What are you guilty of? You followed in his footsteps!"

Huo Weilou's words are full of words and are loud and loud. These words are like sharp swords that are thrust towards Feng Qinwei's defense!

"The laceration on Anyang's skull was hit by you with your own hands. It was fatal. Feng Yu was even fabricated by you. He was only five years old when he died. If you said he had a plague, he must really feel that he had a plague. You have to use his blood. Maybe in order to make you happy, he will not cry or make a fuss to get you blood. He must be the most well-behaved child you have ever murdered. No innocent and young child will reject his father."

Feng Qin's face couldn't help but spasm. Huo Weilou described it too vividly, and actually pulled out the scenes that were deliberately covered by him. His shoulders seemed to be pressed on invisible shackles, making him bent down unbearably. He buried his face in his palm, as if he could escape Huo Weilou's accusation.

"You can't resist your father and hate your father, but you end up being him, even more ruthless than him. You killed your own children with your own hands and killed so many children of the same age as Feng Yu. Every time you kill someone, a couple of parents will fall into pain. Are you jealous of those children having a happy life than you were in childhood? You still use the blood of your children to continue practicing evil ways. Even if these evil techniques have caused you and your mother to suffer, you are even more crazy than your father!"

Huo Weilou looked at Feng Qin on the verge of collapse and frowned. He understood Feng Qin's hatred for his father, but he couldn't understand why Feng Qin could continue to practice evil ways, which was even better than Feng Yuan.

"He...even if he dies, his ghost will not spare my mother and me. Only when I practice better than him can I avoid his control. I also want to protect my mother, and I also want to protect my wife and children..."

Feng Qin said tremblingly, with a terrifying fear in his voice. Huo Weilou raised his sword eyebrows, which was incredible. After thinking deeply, he felt a chill on his back. He was controlled by his father when he was young. He witnessed his mother being tortured, but he also influenced his father to practice Taoism and become demons. Later, although he hated his father, he really felt that there was evil magic in this world and he wanted to surpass his father in evil magic!

What a terrible inner demon!

At this moment, Huo Weilou didn't know whether he should pity him or hate him.

"I...I don't want to kill Anyang--"

He raised his head, his face was wet, his eyes were empty and he prayed, begging Huo Weilou to believe him.

"It was her, she knew that I asked Yu'er to help me practice Taoism. She was frightened. She wanted to enter the palace to tell the empress dowager...I...I don't want Yu'er to die either. The art of death should be sacrificed alive, but I felt sorry for him and just took some blood. But I didn't expect that he was really sick and weak. After Anyang went, he followed him..."

At this point, he suddenly showed a crazy look, "It must be him, it must be him, it must be him, it must be him, it must be him, it was him, it was him, it took my Anyang, and he wanted to take away all the closest relatives and beloved people around me. Yes, I was wrong... I was wrong, I was wrong because I had not cultivated the great way and made him lose his soul!"

"It's him... it's him who keeps pestering me. If I don't keep practicing, he will take Ye'er away and everything I have. So what can I do?"

Feng Qin was over forty years old. In the past, he was so immensely in front of the world. But at this moment, his temples were scattered, his face was covered with tears, and his eyes were empty and desperate. It seemed that there was another sentence that he would completely defeat and lose control.

Huo Weilou just wanted to break through his defense. Seeing that his expression became more and more crazy, he asked, "Those children, how did you choose to commit crimes?"

"Child?" Feng Qin was trembling all over, and he heard this and was like memories, but soon, he frowned in pain, shook his head but did not answer, as if his mind was dragged into the dark abyss and slumber by an invisible big hand and could never come back.

Huo Weilou stood up, walked quickly to Feng Qin, and grabbed his collar, "Mr. I'm asking you, how did you choose those children? Ming Guilan, Bo Lanzhou of the Bo family, and four people who were murdered by you later. In addition to them, have you also harmed others?!"

Huo Weilou was stern and forced Feng Qin to look up at him. However, Feng Qin seemed to see something else through him. Kongmang's pupils were suddenly replaced by fear. He subconsciously curled up and could not hear Huo Weilou's problem at all. Seeing that he was like this, Huo Weilou was anxious and angry, and raised his hand and landed his fist on his cheekbones.

"Feng Qin, be more awake!"

The pain recalled Feng Qin's two parts of consciousness. Seeing his pupils shrink, Huo Weilou asked again: "Do you remember how he kidnapped Ming Guilan and how he harmed Bo Lanzhou?! How did you murder the children behind him?!"

"Bo-Bo Lan-"

"Yes, Bo Lanzhou! What happened that night!"

Feng Qin frowned in pain. When he heard Huo Weilou's shouting, his expression was awake and confused. Huo Weilou was anxious when he saw it, "I'll ask you again, what happened that night?! That night you kidnapped more than one person, it was the only time in all cases that kidnapped two people, but you let one of them escape, you must remember!"

Feng Qin was captured by Huo Weilou's horror. Several clips flashed through his mind. He finally vaguely remembered that long-lasting memory.

"Yes, there is a sibling. In that dilapidated temple, I... my target is my younger brother, and I didn't want my sister to survive... Later... that sister..."

Huo Weilou knew that Feng Yu was about to say "that sister left her brother down", and he couldn't help but show hatred. He had heard such words several times. Every time he said the word "dropped", he could think of Bo Ruoyou's shameless and blamed him.

"That sister is so smart-"

"She...she hid her brother in the cabinet and wanted to use herself to lure me away. I... almost fell into a trap. She chased her and was stabbed by her before she realized something was wrong. I was too lazy to deal with her and went back to the ruined temple. I thought my brother had run away, but who knew..."

"Who knew that my brother was so scared that he always hid in the cabinet and did not move... When I caught him, he was so scared that he couldn't cry, but he kept calling 'sister' and 'sister'. It was so pitiful. I caught him back and it was too late to find that sister. She... She had no idea where she had escaped..."

Huo Weilou almost suspected that he had heard it wrong, but when he saw Feng Qin speaking and showing annoyance, he suddenly figured out everything!

The five fingers holding the collar tightened suddenly. Huo Weilou lifted Feng Qin up, swept down the chair, and hit the wall behind him. The loud bang made Feng Qin cough violently. Huo Weilou held his neck with his hand, and with just a little force, he could break his neck bone. "You asked Li Shen to make a fake confession!"

This was like thunder. When he closed his knuckles, the others in the prison could even hear Feng Qin's bones rubbing. Lu Ke had never seen Huo Weilou so angry. He took two steps forward, "Hao Master calmed down!"

Huo Weilou was indeed furious. Bo Ruoyou's illness had already been cured, but it relapsed after hearing Li Shen's confession. Bo Lanzhou's life was pressed on her shoulders because of the false confession. She was so depressed that she was unconscious and almost became another eldest princess. Feng Qin was afraid of Bo Ruoyou from the beginning, not only because she fled outside the ruined temple, but also because she has now become a coroner in the yamen!

Killing someone not only costs her life, but also makes her crazy and crazy. At that time, who would believe the words of a lunatic?!

The murderous intent flashed through Huo Weilou's eyes, and this was Feng Qin!

If you commit crimes, you will only pick the weakest child. In order to escape the blame, you will do everything. The inner demon born from Feng Yuan is just an excuse. He is vicious to the core, and it is not an exaggeration to break up a body!

Lu Ke and the embroidered clothes had never seen Huo Weilou like this. He was full of resentment. Everyone knew that he was tempted to kill. Lu Ke did not dare to persuade him, and the others were also arrogant and did not dare to breathe. Feng Qin's face turned red with a strong face, and struggled hard but in vain. Just when everyone thought that Feng Qin would die today, Huo Weilou suddenly knocked Feng Qin to the ground.

Feng Qin fell out like a cargo. He gasped heavily, then coughed and curled up into a ball. Huo Weilou stared at the wall in front of him for a moment. When he turned his eyes, the hostility in his eyes faded three times.

Lu Ke breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, "Mr. Marquis—"

"Preview, continue to trial, take my token and invite an imperial physician. He cannot be crazy or die. He must live well and explain the consequences of each case clearly."

"Yes! I understand!"

Huo Weilou took out the brocade handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his hands, and strode out of the prison room.

He walked out of the prison all the way, and when the cold wind blew towards him, he paused under his feet. It was already the middle of the night. There were no stars or moons in the sky, and there was no snow outside. When he went to see her, where could he see someone?

But Huo Weilou didn't stop for much. He went out and turned his horse and headed towards Changshou Fangcheng House. The rising snow foam wet his hair, but he was very anxious and afraid.
Chapter completed!