【Law of the Abyss】

Feng Yelan threw away the whip in her hand and walked to Mu Bei. Mu Bei looked at her in disbelief, "You..."

"Ye Lan! Don't be impulsive!" Feng Yixing was anxious. He couldn't help but jump up, but as soon as he stood up, he was pushed down again.

"Feng Yixing, you have no right to speak here!" Feng Langping looked at his expression of unbearable heartache and felt extremely happy in his heart. Zhi Zhuo, just wait, your father will get back all the grievances you have suffered with interest!

"Ms. Feng, you did this voluntarily, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Feng Yelan stood there like a sculpture, "Go ahead."

"Master, why don't we wait until the head of the family arrives?" Ning Kecheng said. He was Ning Xinhai's student, and he and Feng Yelan were also from the same school. He really couldn't bear it...

Feng Langping glanced at him and said, "Master Ning, don't you forget where you are? I understand your thoughts, but Pofeng Hall is not a place for sentimentality. It represents justice. Please put yourself in the right position and remember your identity."

Ning Kecheng met his intimidating gaze and said with a stiff face, "Master, my position has always been firm. For the sake of fairness and justice, I feel that there are still many doubts in this whole matter. It would be a bit hasty to do it now."

Feng Langping snorted coldly: "Boss Ning, what we are discussing now is the matter of perjury. We can talk about other controversial parts later."

"But……"

"How about letting you take charge of this matter?"

Ning Kecheng lowered his eyes and stopped talking altogether.

Feng Langping waved his hand, and the man with the sword immediately took action. Wind blades slashed towards Feng Yelan like swords. Soon, one wind wound after another appeared on her body.

"No! I will kill you!" Feng Yixing's eyes were fierce and red as blood. He broke free from the restraints and ran towards Feng Yelan. Feng Langping raised his hand and a huge wind sword appeared in front of him to block him. Feng Yixing watched as Feng Yelan's body became more and more wounded. Her hair was disheveled, and several strands of her hair were cut off by the wind blade and fell to the ground. Her clothes were torn, and her snow-white skin was covered with scratches from the wind blade.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the sword. The blade moved forward an inch. His palm was in great pain. It seemed that his entire palm was not his own. His whole body's cultivation was suppressed under the wind prisoner's clothes. He could only rely on his flesh and blood to endure it. He endured the pain, gathered all his strength, clenched his teeth, and pushed forward fiercely. The sword retreated a step, and then it rushed forward again, exerting great force.

Ah! He lost consciousness due to the pain, his entire palm was broken by the sword blade, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Let's go!" Feng Yelan shouted and was about to rush forward. The wind blades seemed to have eyes, gathering together from all directions and heading straight towards Feng Yelan's face. Mu Bei didn't think twice and rushed forward to hold her tightly.

"Don't be impulsive!" He stood in front of her, took off his coat and put it on her, protecting her behind him, closing his eyes and enduring the attack of the wind blade, boom -

"Enough!" This was the last roar he heard before he lost consciousness.

Mu Bei heard a sigh: "Alas, you have done this to yourself in such a short time since I last saw you. You are too weak! I asked you to be my little brother, but you refused. You must be at a disadvantage without my protection, right? Just a wind blade can hurt you like this!"

Mu Bei felt dizzy, as if something was buzzing in his head, making it difficult for him to sleep.

"Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up. Hurry up and wake up. That woman is here again."

As soon as Mu Bei opened his eyes, he saw Feng Yelan sitting in front of his bed, looking at him for an unknown period of time.

"What about Yixing? How's his hand?" Mu Bei remembered that his hand seemed to be injured by the sword.

Feng Yelan's voice was choked with sobs and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. It was the first time that Mu Bei saw her so vulnerable. He felt guilty: "If I had evidence at the time, this wouldn't have happened."

Feng Yelan looked sad: "It's useless, everything was arranged by him. Even if you produce evidence, he will think of other ways. How about you?"

Mu Bei sat up and said, "I'm fine. I feel more energetic after a good sleep. What will happen to him?"

"Don't worry, he will be fine. I believe him. He didn't do it. He just hurt his hand. From now on..."

Mu Bei learned from Feng Yelan what happened after he fainted. Ning Kecheng turned against Feng Langping on the spot, shouted back the swordsman, and immediately sent Feng and his party to treat their hand injuries.

The matter came to a temporary end. Ning Kecheng pointed out several doubts about the matter afterwards. After a vote by all the people in charge, the matter needed to be reviewed again.

Feng and his group will not be detained for the time being due to insufficient evidence of murder, but as the primary suspect, they must be under surveillance and someone will follow them wherever they go.

"Thank you for that day." Feng Yelan was relieved to see him wake up, so he left.

"Hey, are you still looking? Everyone has left." Xiao Qinglong's voice popped up in his mind again.

"Tell me, how did the person who was sucked dry die?" Mu Bei asked with a glimmer of anticipation.

"Is there any need to ask? It must be the work of those alien beast practitioners."

Exotic beast cultivator? Hearing this word again, Mu Bei fell into deep thought.

"There was a problem with the space-time gate, causing some alien beast practitioners to come here. The only one who likes to suck people dry is Chi Ying."

Chi Ying, generally small in size, mostly in human form, prefer to dress up as a boy. They are the only human cultivators among the alien beast cultivators. The so-called human cultivators refer specifically to those alien beast cultivators who rely on sucking human flesh and bones. Because of their ruthlessness, they are praised and criticized among the alien beast cultivators. Chi Ying is very smart and familiar with the rules of human society. Although his combat power is not strong, he is difficult to be discovered.

The more Mu Bei listened, the more terrified he felt. He hoped he wouldn't run into them.

Strangely enough, the wounds on Mu Bei's body healed at an alarming speed. After just one day, they were healed. However, in order not to arouse suspicion, he still stayed in the room for seven days. After all, the damage caused by the wind blade was considered a very fast speed even in seven days.

Feng Yelan came to see him every day during these seven days. Every time he did so, he would lie on the table and practice drawing summoning talismans. Feng Yelan couldn't help but feel a little curious because she had never seen this talisman before.

"What kind of symbol are you drawing?"

"Summoning Talisman." As soon as he said it, Mu Bei knew he had said it wrong. He smiled awkwardly and explained, "It was too boring. I just drew it casually."

Feng Yelan's keen sixth sense as a woman told her that he was hiding a secret and didn't tell her. She felt a little uncomfortable. She thought they should be friends and there should be no secrets between friends. But then she thought, didn't she have a secret too?

When Feng Yixing came in, he saw Feng Yelan standing next to Mu Bei. The backs of the two were a little close. He hesitated for a moment, but still came in and said casually: "Yelan, I came to look for you. Uncle Wang said you were here. I..."

"I'll come to see you tomorrow." Feng Yelan whispered to Mu Beidao, glanced at Feng Yixing, and left.

“Ye Lan, don’t go!” Feng and his group chased after him.

Mu Bei stopped writing and glanced at the door. It was empty. Soon, Feng Yixing came back and sat next to Mu Bei. His eyes were dim and his shoulders were trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Bei keenly noticed that his mood was not right, closed the door and looked at him quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Yixing raised his head, his whole face was wet, and his hard facial features were like stones beaten by autumn rain, silent and yet touching.

"You cried."

"No."

Mu Bei sighed. It seemed that tears and men always represented weakness. No matter how sad they were, they were not allowed to cry.

After about a minute, Feng Yixing said hoarsely: "My hand... is useless. I am not worthy of her anymore."