This scene was truly shocking. It was as if Feng Feiyun saw the imprisoned Young Noble Flawless inside the coffin. However, Young Noble Flawless was still alive while Beiming Tang was deader than dead.
Feng Feiyun's stomach felt sour all the way to his throat.
His eyes were dug out, his tongue was cut, his ears were pierced with iron nails, his nose was smashed, and even his heart was dug out and dropped to the ground with pus and blood flowing out. This inhumane method of killing was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.
His death must have been very painful. Feng Feiyun could see that the veins in his entire body were tense. This pain was even more cruel than being cut into pieces.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me …" Hongyan shivered as she curled up there. Her flawless white dress was still stained with blood. It was clear that she was standing to the side when Beiming Tang died. The blood was all over her body, causing her to be quite frightened.
"Hongyan, Hongyan, it's me, Feng Feiyun."
Feng Feiyun was a bit apologetic. This was a feeling that came from the bottom of his heart since he was infected by her emotions.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me …" Hongyan tightly closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes were trembling as she kept on shaking her head.
"I am Feng Feiyun. Who killed Beiming Tang?"
Feng Feiyun crouched down and gently reached out to touch her shoulder in order to comfort her. Her delicate body suddenly trembled as she screamed and began to cry with great sorrow.
One could clearly see the tears flowing down from the corners of her eyes like a pear blossom in the rain — very fragile and pitiful.
"Young Noble Feng, you finally came, you finally came. I'm so scared, so scared …" Hongyan opened her beautiful teary eyes and threw her fragile yet gentle body into Feng Feiyun's embrace. She tightly hugged him like a drowning person grabbing onto the last life-saving straw.
"I'm so scared … I'm scared that he will kill me … He is so cruel, he is a devil, his methods of killing …" Hongyan tightly hugged Feng Feiyun and buried her head in his thick chest. She was still trembling and her words were incoherent. This scare was like a nightmare that couldn't be erased from her mind.
In Feng Feiyun's two lives, this was the second time a girl took the initiative to jump into his embrace. The first time was Shui Yueting. When Shui Yueting jumped into his embrace, he felt his heart beating for the first time and didn't know what to do.
When Hongyan jumped into his embrace, his heartbeat sped up again and he was also at a loss.
"I promise you, as long as I am here, no one in this world will dare to touch a single hair on your head. Whoever touches you will die."
Feng Feiyun hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently hugging her. His other hand gently pressed against the hair on her head.
Hongyan's tears seemed to be able to melt the hardest ice in this world. Even a butcher who killed without blinking would put down his butcher's knife for her tears.
Even a man who hated women to the core would change because of her.
"I'm still afraid that men's words are usually meant to deceive women …" Hongyan nestled in Feng Feiyun's embrace like a docile kitten and gradually stopped crying. Her extremely beautiful face gently rubbed against Feng Feiyun's chest. A pair of jade lotus-like arms tightly hugged Feng Feiyun and softly said: "Do you dare to swear?"
Her voice was so touching. Her arms were like the flowing water in March, wanting to completely melt Feng Feiyun.
Another graceful figure appeared in Feng Feiyun's mind, but it only flashed in his mind for a moment before he said: "If you believe in a man's oath …"
"I believe in you!"
Hongyan rested her head on Feng Feiyun's broad chest and beautifully closed her eyes. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. She was muttering something, but it was as if she was sleep-talking and no one could hear her clearly.
Feng Feiyun had never been so indecisive before. This kind of indecisiveness was unprecedented because he didn't know what he was afraid of. He only felt that a crisis was slowly approaching. It was like the atmosphere of fear before a disaster. It couldn't be seen, couldn't be touched, but it really existed, causing people to feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.
"I swear, as long as I am here, no one in this world will dare to touch a single hair on your head. If they do, they will die." Feng Feiyun said.
"Remember!"
Hongyan's beautiful eyes were still closed as she quietly leaned on Feng Feiyun's chest. It was as if she had fallen asleep and was sleep-talking.
Inside the carriage, there was a bloody corpse hanging on the wall. It was still dripping blood as it dripped on the ground. In the other corner, it was quiet and beautiful. Two people were gently hugging each other and could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. This feeling … It had been a long time since they last felt so good.
After an unknown amount of time, Hongyan finally woke up. However, she was still in Feng Feiyun's embrace and softly said: "It was Master, he killed Beiming Tang. I saw Beiming Tang die to his hands with my own eyes. His blood stained my eyes, so I thought I would die to his hands as well. He only glared at me, and when I saw his eyes, I was so scared … so scared …"
As she spoke, two streams of clear tears hung from her eyes, and they were crystalline and melancholic.
"I guess it was him as well."
This cruel method was exactly the same as what Young Noble Flawless suffered. No one else would be this vicious outside of the mysterious master.
Suddenly, Feng Feiyun raised his brows. His ears twitched as he heard the sound of flowing air outside. Even though it was very faint, it couldn't escape his ears.
"Who is it?" Feng Feiyun comforted Hongyan then walked out of the carriage and stared at the night sky.
"Whoosh!"
A figure descended from the sky and landed on top of the carriage. This was a person without a face. No, it was not that he didn't have a face, it was because his face was too black like the bottom of a pot.
In the pitch-black night, it was impossible to see his face. Only when he smiled could one see two rows of snow-white teeth.
"Haha!
Brother Feng, I have been looking for you for a long time, and I finally found you here. "
Ningshuai came forward with a smile. His face was black as if he had just crawled out of a mine. His short hair was straight up, and he walked forward in a carefree manner without any trace of politeness.
It was as if he was very familiar with Feng Feiyun. His laughter was truly unflattering.
"You are?" Feng Feiyun also smiled, but he was secretly on guard.
"I, I am Ningshuai, the young prodigy of the Technique Tower, the number one expert on the Pagoda's Hundreds List."
Ningshuai was still laughing while rubbing his hands that were even darker than his face. He thought that his smile was quite friendly.
If it wasn't for the princess' threat, he would have run away already. How could he dare to provoke Feng Feiyun? After all, Dongfang Mu's fate was clear for all to see.
At this moment, he could only brace himself and come forward.
Feng Feiyun asked: "You are the number one expert on the Pagoda's Hundreds List?"
"Ahem, let me finish. The number one expert on the Pagoda's Hundreds List once had a pleasant journey with me, that's all, that's all, hehe."
Ningshuai naturally wouldn't tell Feng Feiyun that he had stolen a thousand year spirit flower cultivated by the number one expert on the Pagoda's Hundreds List and was chased for nine days and nine nights. He ran for thirty-seven thousand miles and almost ran naked.
"Sir, this is …?"
Feng Feiyun felt that there was something wrong with this black-faced youth's gaze. It was constantly glancing at the Infinite Spirit Ring on his thumb. It was as if he had just been released from prison and saw a beautiful girl.
"I … I … Master, please take me as your disciple!"
Ningshuai suddenly threw himself to the ground and hugged Feng Feiyun's legs. He burst into heart-wrenching cries while wiping his saliva and tears all over Feng Feiyun's legs. He sobbed and shouted: "Master Feng, I have worshipped you for a long time. You have been my role model since I was young, my idol. When I was still in my mother's womb, I swore that when I grew up, I would become a man with an indomitable spirit like you, saving lives and helping the wounded, serving justice and helping the weak … Bah, bah, please take me as your disciple and teach me the All-Seeing Demonic Arts."
Feng Feiyun had black lines on his forehead. This bastard actually pulled up his pants to wipe his tears. Feng Feiyun's pants were now wet. He really wanted to kick him away.
Where did this coward come from?
"I'm not fifteen yet." Feng Feiyun coughed twice.
Ningshuai stopped crying and paused for a moment before crying even louder like a pig being slaughtered: "I beg Master Feng to accept my knees and teach me a heaven-defying technique to rejuvenate my youth!"
Feng Feiyun clenched his fists and wanted to hit someone. This guy was even more troublesome than him. Knocking him out with one punch was the best way to solve the problem.
Right when Feng Feiyun grinned and was about to hit someone, Ningshuai, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly stopped crying and stood up as if nothing had happened. He patted the dust off his body and said: "Brother Feng, we won't meet again. Goodbye."
Having said this, Ningshuai once again flew towards the night and disappeared into the darkness.
One second, he was crying his heart out, but the next second, he was completely fine.
He came inexplicably, and his departure was even more inexplicable.
Feng Feiyun was also a bit puzzled. He looked at the deep night and wondered what the origin of this black-faced youth was.
Suddenly, Feng Feiyun's expression greatly changed. The Infinite Spirit Ring that was originally on his thumb had disappeared without him noticing. His thumb was completely bare without anything on it.
This was a Spirit Treasure, and it had a close master-servant relationship with Feng Feiyun. Even if a Giant Commander cultivator wanted to take the Infinite Spirit Ring from his hand, they wouldn't be completely unaware.
It must have been the black-faced youth from earlier who took it.
"Goddammit!"
Feng Feiyun loudly cursed. He raised his stone saber and madly chased after the youth while channeling his divine intents in order to get in touch with the Infinite Spirit Ring.
As long as the Infinite Spirit Ring didn't leave his range of one thousand miles, he would be able to summon it back.
However, after Feng Feiyun's divine intents spread out, the Infinite Spirit Ring didn't have the slightest reaction. Someone had forcefully cut off the connection and sealed the spirit inside the Spirit Treasure.
"Help ah!
Murder!
Help ah!
The demon's son is crazy and wants to kill ah!
Someone take care of him ah! "
Ningshuai was running in the front while constantly crying. It was as if Feng Feiyun wanted to rape him. He ran as fast as he could, leaving behind a trail of dust.