Chapter 1841: Chapter 1821: Lin Yan Story Part 5_1 Chapter 1841: Chapter 1821: Lin Yan Story Part 5_1 The scars under the bandage stopped bleeding at a visible speed.

The boy, who was crying in pain, felt the pain lessen and took a comfortable breath.

“Someone is coming.”

Ye Feng’s eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he suddenly raised his head alertly, looking out of the courtyard.

The boy’s heart skipped a beat, and his crying stopped abruptly. He took a dagger from under his pillow.

“Stay here and don’t move.”

Without any hesitation, Ye Feng pressed the boy’s shoulder, drew his sword, and stepped out of the room in a few strides.

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The drizzle continued, and dozens of black-clothed, masked figures rushed in the dark night, bringing a breath of death as they approached the courtyard.

Ye Feng listened to the wind to discern their positions and leaped out of the courtyard to block the entrance with his sword.

“Hand over Ye Yunzheng.”

A black-clothed man arrived first and stabbed with his sword without further explanation.

“Don’t even think about it!”

Ye Feng remained calm in the face of danger, his sword shimmering as it clashed with the attacker’s in a flash.

“Looking for death!”

The black-clothed man revealed a vicious expression, his wrist rotating as he aimed for Ye Feng’s heart.

Ye Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and with a swift feint, he spun and counter-stabbed, piercing the man’s abdomen.

“Who are you?”

The black-clothed man didn’t expect Ye Feng’s swordplay to be so exquisite and asked through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

“You don’t deserve to know!”

Ye Feng struck mercilessly, slashing the man’s throat with his sword and immediately moved on to the others, without any pause.

In the dark night, the killing intent was everywhere. Ye Feng, with a single sword, went on a killing spree, splattering blood everywhere as the black-clothed men fell one after another, screaming in agony.

Rainwater washed away the bloodstains, flowing along the mountain stream towards the village.

Family dogs barked wildly in the rain, smelling the blood. The villagers who heard the fighting were terrified; they closed doors and windows, hiding in their homes, shivering with fear.

Xie Ying hugged her daughter and dragged her two sons into the room, closing the door and muttering Buddhist prayers, praying for her husband’s safety.

“Third Uncle.”

The boy clenched the dagger, his lips trembling slightly as he uttered the two syllables, tears streaming down his face in excitement.

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Third Uncle?

The little girl’s ears perked up as she clearly heard the boy’s words, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

So, the boy was the legitimate grandson of Duke of Zhen’s residence, and he called his father Third Uncle; that means his father was also from the Duke of Zhen’s residence then.

She wondered what had happened back then?

Why did her father give up his noble identity as a son of the Duke of Zhen residence, to live with her mother in this remote and desolate mountain village.

The one-sided slaughter outside the courtyard gradually came to an end; all the black-clothed men lay dead, with blood flowing into a river.

“Cough, cough.”

With a slash, Ye Feng pierced the last man’s heart and lungs, pulled out the long sword, covering his abdomen and groaning in pain.

“Father.”

Hearing the cough, the little girl stretched out her hand and pointed towards the courtyard, wanting to go outside.

Xie Ying’s heart trembled and, fighting her fear, she opened the door, lifted the curtain, and looked outside.

“There’s no more fighting; I’ll go find Dad.”

Lin Zilin reacted quickly, rushing out of the courtyard like a gust of wind before his mother could speak.

“Zilin.”

Xie Ying’s breath caught in her throat, and by the time she stepped over the threshold, there was no sign of her son.

“Zimo, you and your sister wait inside the house. Mom will go find Dad and be back soon.”

After a few seconds of silence, she made a decision, put down her daughter, picked up the medicine box, and followed him.

“Father.”

The little girl also wanted to follow, walking towards the door with her short, little legs.

“Sister, it’s dangerous outside. We can’t go.”

Ye Zimo held his sister tightly, his childish face full of seriousness.

“Father is hurt.”

The little girl’s long, thick eyelashes blinked, and she clearly conveyed her meaning with concise words.