Amid the sounds of fighting outside the village, Feng Tingliu and Feng Ying hurriedly ran into the house.
As the door opened, Feng Tingliu saw Wenwen rolling on the bed.
Wenwen seemed to be in severe pain, scratching the festering skin on her body and crying out in agony. But the festering on her body had already reached the bone, and simply scratching couldn't solve the fundamental pain.
"Mom - it hurts - I'm in so much pain -" Wenwen cried, her face covered in tears.
"Wenwen!" Feng Ying ran to the bedside, grabbed her daughter's hand to prevent her from scratching her own body, "Mom is here, don't be afraid! Don't scratch! It will stop hurting soon!"
Seeing this, Feng Tingliu frowned tightly: "Where's the painkiller?"
"I gave it to her! But it didn't work!" Feng Ying felt both heartbroken and grief-stricken. She used the quilt to separate the rotten skin and held Wenwen in her arms to comfort her.
Perhaps Wenwen's illness was too advanced, and the ordinary painkiller had already lost its effect.
Feng Tingliu sighed, took out a small handful of tobacco leaves he carried with him, placed them on a porcelain plate, and used the candle beside to light the tobacco leaves before placing the plate next to Wenwen.
The calming and analgesic components in the tobacco leaves dispersed with the white smoke, and Wenwen smelled the smell and immediately quieted down.
The analgesic effect of Feng Tingliu's tobacco leaves was extremely strong; otherwise, it wouldn't have remained effective for so long.
As the medicinal effect took hold, Wenwen immediately fell into a peaceful sleep. Even Feng Ying, who smelled some of the smell, felt her body go weak and almost unable to exert strength.
Feng Ying let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the quiet Wenwen, when she looked up at Feng Tingliu, her eyes were filled with gratitude.
"This tobacco leaf has a too strong medicinal effect and cannot be used for a long time." Feng Tingliu also let out a sigh of relief, retrieved the remaining tobacco leaves, frowned tightly, and fell into deep thought. Wenwen's illness was truly strange. If there was a Gu doctor to examine her, perhaps something could be discovered...
Just as Feng Tingliu was thinking, Feng Ying's eyes gradually became terrified, as if she had seen something that scared her.
Feng Tingliu immediately noticed and turned around vigilantly. But at the moment he turned around, he heard a shrill and long flute sound.
"Uh -!"
Intense pain attacked Feng Tingliu's head, as if someone was tearing his entire head apart, and even thousands of nails were inserted into his skull, causing him so much pain that he almost fainted.
Feng Tingliu grabbed the nearby table with one hand to steady his body, and with the other hand, he pulled his hair in an attempt to relieve the pain. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the door.
A tall figure blocked the exit, and the demonic patterns on that person's face were particularly hideous and terrifying, even more exaggerated than all the cultists Feng Tingliu had ever seen!
Moreover, he hadn't even noticed the appearance of that cultist, which was enough to show how powerful his martial arts were!
"You... Uh!" Feng Tingliu gritted his teeth and stared at the cultist, sweat dripping down his face. His vision became blurred, and his body convulsed due to the pain. He couldn't even touch the hilt of his sword and dropped his hand.
That extremely beautiful face was stained with a fragile paleness due to the pain, and a pair of crimson eyes gradually lost their luster, becoming theRed spider lily being kneaded in someone's hand in the darkness.
"Does it hurt? That's right if it does." The cultist's voice was exceptionally hoarse and low, as if contaminated with yellow sand, making people shudder when they heard it, "You are as stupid as my foolish son. Only pain can make you realize that you have taken the wrong path."
Feng Tingliu bit his own wrist, and blood flowed along the bite mark. The pain on his wrist immediatelyDispersed his pain, but it also gradually faded away.
"Bastard..." Feng Tingliu gathered all his strength, attempting to draw his sword, but after staggering forward a few steps, he was struck on the back of the neck by the cultist's raised hand, completely losing his strength and falling to the ground.
Like scattered red flowers, losing their brilliance.
In the last moment before Feng Tingliu's consciousness dissipated, he realized that he had ultimately lost to his own kindness.
Feng Ying's greed and Wenwen's tragedy had made him completely relax his guard and treat them as ordinary people.
He had entrusted Yu Chi Feng thousands of times not to be kind. In the end, he himself had lost due to kindness.
The cultist looked down at the embarrassed Feng Tingliu, snorted, and looked up at the mother and daughter huddled in the corner.
Feng Ying had already been scared speechless, holding Wenwen and shivering. But Wenwen was still immersed in her sleep, unaware of the changes in the martial arts world.
"Well done. It wasn't in vain that I went to great lengths to keep you and your daughter alive until now." The cultist said, and actually approached step by step.
"I... I've done it... Please... Please save Wenwen... Also... Please... Give me the money... As promised..." Feng Ying was so scared that she couldn't speak a complete sentence. She looked at Feng Tingliu lying on the ground, and her heart was filled with regret, but also with fear.
"Give it to you?" The cultist sneered, as if hearing a joke, and laughed so hard that his mouth split open, "For doing this for me, deceiving and harming your relatives, did you actually think you could still live?"
The cultist raised his knife and dropped it. The speed was so fast that even the knife light couldn't be caught. In an instant, blood splattered all over the walls, staining the dust.
And Feng Ying still maintained the frightened expression before her death, and in her pair of empty eyes, there was no sign of regret.
Fortunately, the young Wenwen had forever remained in her dream, free from illness.
"Hmph, stupid. Believing in your enemy, what good outcome could there be?" The cultist snorted, grabbed Feng Tingliu by his clothes and lifted him up, intending to walk out.
"How did it go, Lord Cult Leader?" At the door of the house, a woman with a graceful figure and wearing a mink coat appeared quietly. She held a bone flute in her hand, confirming her identity as the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon. The Hall Master of the Cold Dragon glanced into the room and pretended to be surprised: "Wow, so cruel. You really deserve to be the Cult Leader of the Evil Cult."
The identity of that cultist was naturally the old Cult Leader of the Evil Cult, Feng Yan, Feng Che's father.
"Cut the crap. Let's get out of here quickly." Feng Yan glanced at the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon and said coldly.
"You really don't know how to be gentle. Feng Tingliu's resistance to my Gu worms is getting higher and higher. This time, in order to make him so painful that he loses his ability to resist, I lost a lot of blood." The Hall Master of the Cold Dragon said, showing the wound on her wrist to Feng Yan, "And the Gu I used on that little girl has been raised by me for more than ten years..."
"A troublesome woman. If you don't leave, you won't be able to get away."
"Okay, now, no one can stop us."
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On the other side, in Beiji City.
Yu Chi Feng urgently gathered his brothers, divided the entire North Dragon Hall into several teams, and assigned different responsibilities. The largest team was led by him towards the northwest.
The situation was urgent, and they didn't even have time to make too many preparations before hurriedly heading towards the northwest.
The news from the northwest came from the brothers who went to investigate earlier. There were indeed a large number of Evil Cult members stationed in the northwest. The Evil Cult members burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of atrocities, affecting the peace of the surrounding people.
Yu Chi Feng initially suspected that it was a trap of the Evil Cult. He secretly sent people to assist in evacuating the people to take refuge and also sent people to guard in the northwest to observe the movements of the Evil Cult. But now, news came from the northwest that more than thirty Evil Cult members had gathered and seemed to be heading towards the Imperial City!
Yu Chi Feng couldn't get in touch with Feng Tingliu and didn't know how to contact Feng Che. In such an urgent situation, he could only make his own judgment and lead people towards the northwest, attempting to stop this group of Evil Cult members.
But after the group had been traveling for three days and were about to enter the Evil Cult's camp, they didn't even see a shadow of the Evil Cult!
The Evil Cult members in the camp were nowhere to be found. It seemed like a joke that they were stationed in the northwest, but the campfires and daily necessities in the camp proved that the Evil Cult members had indeed lived here.
They had been tricked by the Evil Cult!
Yu Chi Feng's expression changed immediately. His first reaction was that they couldn't go any further. Then he immediately led his brothers back to Beiji City, fearing that they had fallen into the Evil Cult's trap.
But just when he was returning, he unexpectedly met with the subordinate who delivered the message and received the shocking and painful news.
The Hall Master of the Cold Dragon had defeated Feng Tingliu on the border of Beiji City and even escorted Feng Tingliu into the dungeon of the North Dragon Hall.
When everyone thought this was a good thing, Yu Chi Feng's expression became extremely ugly, and his deep eyes were filled with anger and self-blame.
"Go back." Yu Chi Feng ordered.
It turned out that all of this was the Evil Cult's trick.
Everyone didn't know why the Hall Master's expression had become so ugly, but the Evil Cult was cunning. They had no gain from this trip and could only return to the city first.
The North Dragon Hall was also in chaos at this moment.
The sudden arrival of the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon surprised and alerted them. But when they saw Feng Tingliu escorted by the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon, their alertness turned into joy.
In their eyes, Feng Tingliu was the big devilCollusion with the Evil Cult. Now that the big devil had been captured, they were naturally happy.
So, no one dared to stop the woman from entering. They watched helplessly as the people of the Cold Dragon Hall escorted Feng Tingliu into the dungeon and also watched as the woman sat in Yu Chi Feng's original position.
Feng Tingliu lookedEmbarrassing. His hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and he was dragged all the way into the dungeon.
There were traces of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his originally noble clothes had become tattered and dirty. It was unknown what kind of treatment he had received along the way. But even in such a situation, that face was still incredibly handsome.
Feng Tingliu raised his eyes from the scattered long hair, and a pair of red eyes glanced at the scenery inside the North Dragon Hall. The corner of his cracked mouth curved into a faint smile.
"Move faster!" The people of the Cold Dragon Hall urged and pushed him.
But Feng Tingliu almost had no ability to walk. He staggered and almost fell to the ground, but somehow, with an unknown perseverance, he supported his body with hisPowerless legs.
But the people of the Cold Dragon Hall were pulling his chains in front, forcing him to stumble forward.
The moreEmbarrassed Feng Tingliu was, the moreproud the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon was. She sat on the chair, looking at her own red-painted nails on both sides, and her eyes swept over the people below like a snake and scorpion.
"Does your North Dragon Hall have any good wine that can match this victory?"
"This is the territory of the North Dragon Hall. What do you mean by sitting here?" Qi Cheng was the most annoyed person. When others saw Qi Cheng speak, they also echoed: "That's right."
"Oh?" The Hall Master of the Cold Dragon raised her eyebrows. Although half of her face was covered by a mask, it was difficult to hide the charm and sharpness within: "You and I are comrades of the Association to Punish Evil. Facing me who has achieved the victory, your suchTit for tatattitude seems rather petty."
"I don't deny your achievements."
Yu Chi Feng's deep voice came from behind the crowd. The people quickly separated to both sides, making a path for Yu Chi Feng to step towards the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon step by step.
Yu Chi Feng's eyes weregloomy, staring at the Hall Master of the Cold Dragon without hiding the killing intent within.
"Is that so?" The Hall Master of the Cold Dragon curved a smile, her fingers brushed over her red lips, and she leaned on the chair, "Then what brilliant ideas does the North Dragon Hall Master have?"
"Since you said that the person was caught near Beiji City, then the credit is yours, and the person is mine."
Yu Chi Feng's eyes were cold, as if they could turn into a knife cone, directly aiming at the person in front of him.