Yu Chi Feng's words shocked several people present.
Especially Qin Qi Zhao and Xia Yi. They had lived with Yu Chi Feng for some time and naturally knew his usual gentle and honest appearance. But now, Yu Chi Feng is completely different from before.
He has an exotic bloodline, as evidenced by his deep eyebrows and tall stature. Now, this bloodline has added a bit of wildness and arrogance to him, as if he is about to tear the enemy apart at any moment.
He is somewhat similar to the early Feng Ting Liu...
"What are you going to do?" Bai Yi Chen calmly took a sip of tea and asked. He was not surprised by Yu Chi Feng's transformation. After all, when Xia Yi had an accident, he was the same, changing all his ideas overnight.
"I need someone to contact Feng Che for me and deliver a letter for him." Yu Chi Feng said, taking out a letter from his arms. "I've been prepared for a long time, but on the one hand, I don't know how to contact the outside world, and on the other hand, I'm a bit hesitant. But now, there's nothing to hesitate about."
"I'll go." Qin Qi Zhao took the letter from his hand and put it in his arms properly.
Seeing that he had put it away, Yu Chi Feng nodded and continued, "In addition, I have another piece of information. Now, the leader of the Cold Dragon Hall, the person who put the Gu on the young master, might be Yu Ji's biological sister."
"Eh?!" Xia Yi widened his eyes and exclaimed when he heard this news. "Wait, I seem to have heard Yu Ji mention this. But he didn't say much. He only said that he has a sister named Yu Lin. The two of them didn't have much interaction at home. After Yu Ji ran away from home, he didn't know what happened to his sister. I didn't expect..."
Yu Chi Feng stroked his chin, thought for a while, and then asked, "Did he ever talk about what happened when he was in the Wan Gu Sect?"
"Well, not too much. I only remember that once when we talked about the Wan Gu Sect, he said that his parents weren't very good to him. He liked to wear skirts when he was a child, and his parents regarded him as a freak. His father had a violent temper and often beat him and his mother. And since his mother gave birth to him, her mental state hasn't been very good. Often, after his father beat them, his mother would cry and scold him again."
Yu Chi Feng fell into thought. He found it strange. According to Yu Ji's words, the relationship in their family was not good. They were not even familiar with their own sister, not to mention the domestic violence and abuse they faced all year round.
These words were only a few sentences from Xia Yi's mouth, but it's not difficult to imagine how much suffering Yu Ji experienced as a child, and how fortunate he was to escape.
But from another perspective, this should be the same for Yu Lin.
Is Yu Lin's hostility towards Feng Ting Liu really to avenge her mother?
"This matter should also be told to Yu Ji. Maybe there will be a way to deal with her."
"Is... there anything else we can do to help?" Xia Yi nodded and asked in a low voice.
"Now it's difficult for me to contact the outside world, and it's not the best choice to rescue the young master rashly. You have to take care of Liu Du City for the young master and wait for us to come back..." Yu Chi Feng said, paused for a moment, and looked at the scenery of Bei Ji City outside the window.
"You're coming back?" Xia Yi was shocked and asked.
"...Let's talk about it later. Let's eat first. If we go back late, it's easy to arouse suspicion."
"Well, I'll go and ask someone to serve the dishes." Priest Yang smiled and went out.
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Inside the North Dragon Hall.
The dungeon is dark and damp, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.
Feng Ting Liu is still hanging and kneeling in the cell in the same position.
He always keeps his head down, drowsily not knowing how many days and nights have passed. Sometimes he sleeps, sometimes he is awake, and sometimes he is tortured by headaches to the point of wanting to die. His arms have lost sensation from being hung, and his knees have been numb for a long time, barely supporting his body.
When a crisp sound of footsteps came from the dungeon, Feng Ting Liu gradually regained his consciousness from the chaos. He recognized that the footsteps belonged to the leader of the Cold Dragon Hall, so he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids and continued to close his eyes and rest.
The footsteps stopped in front of him, carrying a disgusting herbal aroma.
The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall snapped her fingers and beckoned to her subordinates, "Make him wake up."
Cold water was poured over Feng Ting Liu's head, making him shiver from the cold. What's more, it seemed that salt was added to the water, stinging his wounds, causing a more bone-chilling pain than the cold.
Feng Ting Liu raised his head, his cold red eyes looking at the leader of the Cold Dragon Hall, not hiding his killing intent.
Then, he struggled slightly, grabbed the iron chain with his palm, and supported the ground with his toes, using the little strength he had left to separate his knees from the ground by a gap.
He would rather spend more strength than kneel in front of her.
Seeing this, the leader of the Cold Dragon Hall just smiled, sat on the chair unhurriedly, and looked at him and said, "How does it feel to be locked in the dungeon of your lover's house?"
"I don't understand what you're saying. If you want to kill me, you can do it at any time." Feng Ting Liu's voice was hoarse, and as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed and gasped in pain.
"Not willing to admit it, you are really deeply in love." The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall crossed her legs, a smile on the corner of her mouth. "It doesn't matter. I have plenty of time to deal with you slowly. As for killing you... Oh, I thought I would be eager to take your life, but now keeping your life is of great use to me."
Feng Ting Liu's eyes darkened, and his chaotic mind gradually came to his senses.
He has realized that capturing himself is not the goal of the Cold Dragon Hall and the Evil Cult. Their goal is Yu Chi Feng, the Zhu Xie Society, and even the imperial court.
And he, Feng Ting Liu, is just one of the obstacles on this road. Now, they want to use him as an obstacle to eliminate Yu Chi Feng as an obstacle.
Feng Ting Liu lowered his eyes. He could imagine how the Cold Dragon Hall knew about his relationship with Yu Chi Feng. Perhaps it was the Liu Feng Sword. But now, as long as both of them don't admit it, it will be like the relationship between the Cold Dragon Hall and the Evil Cult, making it impossible for people to catch the evidence.
"Whatever." Feng Ting Liu said coldly and didn't want to bother anymore.
"Oh, aren't you curious why I'm targeting you like this?" The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall narrowed her eyes and took out the small bone flute from her arms and played with it in the palm of her hand.
But even though Feng Ting Liu saw the bone flute, he still had a cold expression and no reaction.
Seeing his appearance, the leader of the Cold Dragon Hall gritted her back molars, put the bone flute to her mouth, and blew out an ethereal sound.
The sound was already terrifying, and now echoing in the dungeon, it was even more deafening.
"Uh...!" Feng Ting Liu almost immediately reacted. The pain in his head seemed to explode, making his whole body tremble. The iron chain that was hanging him made a series of sounds, combined with the low-pitched moans of pain, making the others in the cell frightened.
But even so, Feng Ting Liu did not relax his strength at all, still refused to let his knees touch the ground, and did not even change his movements at all.
He was already used to having Yu Chi Feng soothe his headache, but now, the long-dormant destructive urge has once again eroded his sanity.
The iron chain was deformed by him, and blood flowed down his palm.
But from beginning to end, he did not make a painful cry or say another word.
"What a tough guy." The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall raised her eyebrows, put down the bone flute, and at the same time, the sound of the iron chain gradually stopped.
Feng Ting Liu was already covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, his body had already been soaked in salt water, so this sweat was nothing.
"Lord Feng, do you remember that you once killed a woman?" The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall bent down, supported her chin with one hand on her leg.
"I've killed many people. Which one are you talking about?" Feng Ting Liu recovered from the pain and sneered.
"Naturally, it's the wife of the former leader of the Wan Gu Sect, my ridiculous and pitiful mother."
The leader of the Cold Dragon Hall, or Yu Lin, slowly took off the mask on her face, revealing the beautiful face beneath.
Feng Ting Liu looked at her face, paused for a moment, but did not show too much surprise. Suddenly, he even chuckled: "It's pretty much what I guessed."
"Oh? It seems you've investigated?"
"I know the background of everyone in Liu Du City. I naturally also know that after Yu Ji left home, his sister also disappeared mysteriously."
"Oh - right, my useless younger brother is also in Liu Du City." Yu Lin smiled and did not hide the disgust in her eyes.
"Useless? Oh, he's much better than you who hides your name and covers your face." Feng Ting Liu sneered coldly andProvocatively looked up.
"Useless provocation." Yu Lin's expression changed, and she kicked Feng Ting Liu in the abdomen.
Feng Ting Liu gritted his teeth. Although the pain was intense, he did not make a sound.
Feng Ting Liu caught his breath and said hoarsely, "I also guessed that the person who really killed the leader of the Wan Gu Sect was you."
"Oh? A good guess." Yu Lin shrugged and smiled: "Yes, I am indeed the murderer. I killed my father and framed Yu Ji for it. After he ran away, I also left the sect. But the real murderer is you, Feng Ting Liu -"
But Feng Ting Liu still had that indifferent expression.
"So what? I've killed so many people in my life. Do I have to know the background of every person?" Feng Ting Liu's mouth curled into a mocking smile. "If this life is counted on my head, I won't have any thoughts."
Yu Lin frowned. She was not surprised by Feng Ting Liu's reaction, but she was still annoyed.
"Although I don't want to admit that they are my parents, after that poor woman died, my damn father shifted the target of his abuse. My younger brother, no matter how much he likes to wear women's clothes, is still a man. Compared to him, that beastly father is more willing to see me who looks a bit like my mother." Yu Lin said, with a disgusted expression on her face, as if she was recalling the dark past.
Feng Ting Liu looked up at her and actually thought she was also a bit "ridiculous and pitiful".
"Originally, I was ready to run away. I could use Gu worms to kill them silently in one night and then frame that stupid younger brother. But you, you killed my mother at this time and disrupted my plan!" Yu Lin's expression gradually becameferocious, and the malice in her eyes was unreserved. "Since you investigated us, you should also know about those torture devices found in my father's room."
Feng Ting Liu thought for a while and remembered such a thing.
"Those things were all prepared for me by my good father..." Yu Lin suddenly paused and suddenly laughed out loud, "Ha... Men in the world are all about the same, filthy and disgusting. Fortunately, my preparations for killing are one step faster than his preparations."
"Sometimes, I really envy my stupid younger brother who knows nothing. Just because he is a man, he can escape... He is still a man after all... Ha."
There were complex emotions in Feng Ting Liu's eyes, but he still recalled some things that happened when he first met Yu Ji.
At that time, Yu Ji and he were both teenagers. The teenagers' figures and facial features were not yet fully developed. Even though Yu Ji was already half a head taller than Feng Ting Liu at that time, when he wore a woman's dress, he still looked like a beautiful woman.
Feng Ting Liu had no opinion on his dress and never asked, as if such a dress was very normal.
In the end, it was Yu Ji who couldn't help but quietly asked Feng Ting Liu, "Don't you think it's strange that I wear a skirt?"
"It's none of my business." Feng Ting Liu said in a bland tone, put down the tea cup, and added, "It's none of others' business either."
The teenager's eyes lit up. It was at that moment that Yu Ji decided to follow Feng Ting Liu for a better life!
Yu Ji was in a great mood and couldn't help but want to tell Feng Ting Liu more.
"Actually... I didn't want to wear a skirt from the beginning." Yu Ji nervously twisted his fingers and said nervously: "My father is a very excessive scumbag who likes to bully me and my mother. I often see the scars left on my mother. When my mother is beaten, she will cry and beat me, even more fiercely than my father..."
Feng Ting Liu frowned. Even he couldn't agree with such a distorted family relationship.
"Later, my mother died. My sister looks a bit like my mother, so she became a substitute for my mother... But she... is about the same age as me and is just a child. My father actually did such a thing to her..." Yu Ji pursed his lips, remembering the scene he saw, and frowned tightly. "Although I'm not familiar with my sister, I don't want to see her being tortured. I thought, if I wore a skirt, could I share some of the pain for my sister..."
But obviously, that scumbag father thought he was still a boy and didn't do anything.
Instead, it was his sister, who after killing someone, pushed the blame onto him.
"But later, I thought that skirts are light and beautiful, and there's nothing wrong with that. There's no rule that says boys can't wear skirts and girls must wear skirts, right?"
"Well." The teenage Feng Ting Liu responded softly.
"Then if I follow you, I can still wear skirts, right?"
"Of course."