Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 300 Forest Ambushed

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Real yet unreal, searching and searching.

Ye Feng looked at his left hand, which was empty — the box from his dream didn't exist. He hadn't had the chance to open it to look inside, yet somehow, as if he could foresee the future, he knew it contained three different ancient needles, and each needle represented a type of Needle Technique.

Was it merely a coincidence?

Ye Feng sighed, thinking of the woman in his dream. A wave of sadness rose from the depths of his heart, much like the emotion of that emperor-like figure. In the dream, he seemed to be that emperor clad in golden armor, empathetically experiencing everything.

But it wasn't quite so — everyone in a dream is but a passerby.

"Old Long, whose legacy did you give me?"

Ye Feng condensed his spirit in contemplation.

All six pages he had amassed were on his person, but Ye Feng had never known their origin. Over the years, he'd compared them with many scripts of the world, to no avail — none matched the characters on the pages.

The writing and patterns on the pages, and even the silk book collected by the Old Northern King, seemed inherently comprehensible to Ye Feng.

The night was tranquil, sleep elusive once more.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Ye Feng and Zhang Wenyuan drove towards the Central District.

Passing the second line of defense, it was apparent that the air here was darker and murkier than the outside, with a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood.

"Let's start searching."

Ye Feng got out of the car and proceeded on foot.

As a tourist attraction, Fallen Dragon Valley in the Central District had a denser population than other areas. When the ghost qi outbreak occurred, except for a very few patients who were evacuated, the rest affected by the contamination were quarantined in place.

What struck Ye Feng as odd was the sheer silence — it was excessively quiet.

"Something's not right!"

Zhang Wenyuan's brow furrowed slightly.

The two walked through the town for nearly ten minutes without sighting a soul or even the shadow of a living creature; it was the epitome of a deserted city.

"Have the people from the imperial city ever delved into this place?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but ask Zhang Wenyuan.

As a direct disciple of the Grand Sect Leader, Zhang Wenyuan presumably knew more about the imperial city's upper echelons than Ye Feng, the Northern Border King.

"Yes, but there are only a few who can really stay in this place; the rest have all retreated," replied Zhang Wenyuan.

At the beginning, there were two National Guardian Generals investigating inside, but one got corrupted by the qi and they had no choice but to withdraw beyond the defensive line.

"Let's go to Fallen Dragon Valley," said Ye Feng, resolutely, paying no mind to the actions of those people.

"Okay!"

Zhang Wenyuan pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.

In the Central District, there were hundreds of thousands of people infected by ghost qi, who turned into something akin to "ordinary people" in a state without consciousness.

Where did all the people go?

Not only was Ye Feng puzzled, but Zhang Wenyuan was equally confounded. It seemed that those outside hadn't yet discovered the situation inside, with all attention focused on the second layer of the Infection Zone.

"Do you hear anything?"

As they moved forward, Ye Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks, his ears straining to listen. He thought he heard the sound of a baby crying.

But the sound was too faint!

"What sound? Don't scare me, okay?"

Zhang Wenyuan listened intently, but everything was silent around them, creating an eerie atmosphere like the calm before a storm.

"Stay put and don't move!"

Ye Feng closed his eyes, concentrating even more on his hearing.

Really, am I supposed to act like I'm one of your subordinates?

Seeing Ye Feng's behavior, Zhang Wenyuan internally complained. He was none other than the direct disciple of the Great Guardian Sect Leader and would undoubtedly be among the top five Guardian Sect Leaders in the future, if not the Grand Sect Leader himself.

In his eyes, he didn't see himself as inferior to Ye Feng.

Finally, Ye Feng heard the sound again, faint but distinct. His eyes snapped open, and he began to sprint towards the source of the sound.

Apparently, the breakthrough of his one hundred and tenth acupoint improved his hearing, although Ye Feng had never focused on exploring this sense before.

A distance of a little over two li was covered in just moments for the two of them.

"It's in this building. Let's split up and search carefully."

Ye Feng plunged into a five-story residential building.

Zhang Wenyuan: "..."

He was sure he was really being ordered around by Ye Feng.

After two fruitless minutes of searching, the two of them converged again. Zhang Wenyuan asked, "Ye Feng, what sound did you hear?"

Every possible hiding spot in the residential building had been searched, turn upside down — they didn't even find a rat, let alone a person.

"The crying of a baby," Ye Feng replied, frowning. He was certain he had not misheard.

"Listen again."

Zhang Wenyuan stood still at one side.

However, no matter how hard Ye Feng listened, he couldn't capture even a whisper of sound anymore.

"Unless the person left, or they are hidden in a place we haven't discovered," Zhang Wenyuan posed thoughtfully, stroking his chin after a few minutes of silence, seeing Ye Feng shake his head slowly.

A place we haven't discovered!

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, and his expression suddenly became intense as he realized there was somewhere they had not yet searched.

Below ground!

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Less than half a teacup's time had passed when the two men found an entrance to an underground cellar and rushed down into it.

It was clearly an ordinary storage room, and they soon came upon a woman, a woman who had used a rope to lock herself in the corner of the room, her mouth also sealed with cloth, now limply hanging to the ground.

In front of the woman, there was a meter-high fence with cotton quilts inside, and a baby about one year old was lying there, her faint breathing slowly escaping from her nose and mouth.

"The elder one is dead."

Zhang Wenyuan said somberly.

Ye Feng nodded, knowing from the first glance that the woman had poisoned herself, with her skin showing a purple-black hue, the best proof. The cause and effects of the event were not difficult to imagine.

A father's love is like a mountain, and a mother's love is equally great.

Fortunately, the baby was still alive, not disappointing her mother, and Ye Feng gently picked her up, slowly infusing her with breath.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng placed the woman on the bed and turned to leave.

There was her daughter's scent, so she would probably be at peace. A building that collapsed along with the cellar after Ye Feng and his companion left, creating a large, mound-like ruin from afar.

A grave without a tombstone!

As for what the epitaph would say, that was something her daughter could add when she grew up.

The long-absent sunlight seemed also to celebrate the new life of the baby, breaking through layers of gloom to illuminate the scene.

"She's awake."

Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but lean in.

Sweet dimples and purple eyes flashed by. Seeing two grown men, the little girl didn't cry; instead, she slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"You have a connection with her."

Zhang Wenyuan suddenly blurted out, as the little baby girl's hands were energetically reaching towards Ye Feng.

"Let's call her Ye Yingning!"

Ye Feng was in a generous mood, smiling as he stretched his finger towards her.

Whether it was fate or not didn't matter—it was important that Ye Feng had taken a liking to the baby girl. He believed Hong Qingyan would also be happy to take care of her. Moreover, both of them knew all too well that her survival, untouched by corruption, was far from mere coincidence.

"Are we still heading to Fallen Dragon Valley?"

Zhang Wenyuan gestured toward the child in Ye Feng's arms, still hoping that he wouldn't take the risk, even at this moment.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng expressed his decision through action.

Along the way, there was silence. Ye Feng carried the baby, patiently searching for something on the ground as the little one quietly awoke from time to time to eat from the bottle by herself, occasionally emitting a few "Yiyi yaya" sounds.

"Pass through this forest, and we'll reach Fallen Dragon Valley."

The once dense forest, now eroded, had become a scene of desolation; all that could be seen from the treetops were rotting leaves, truly a desolate sight.

As they walked side by side, little Yingning had fallen back asleep when suddenly, a shadow of a green snake shot up from the ground, aimed at Ye Feng's neck.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Wenyuan immediately chopped down towards the snake's head with his hand.

Before the snake could bite, Ye Feng was already covered in golden armor. Fortunately, with little Yingning with him, he had never let his guard down.

Hisss!

The two-foot-long green snake was knocked down by Zhang Wenyuan with a single slap, instantly dissolving into nothingness, clearly not a real entity.

A Divine Path Object!

The two quickly positioned themselves as a hunched figure slowly emerged from the woods.

"Underworld Blue Snake Lord."

Zhang Wenyuan quietly signaled Ye Feng and spoke in an icy tone.

"Boy, you can discern my origin; who might you be?"

The voice of the Green Snake Lord was extremely hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been damaged.

"A nameless soldier from the Sacred Mansion, may I ask why the senior has attacked us?"

Zhang Wenyuan said without any change in expression.

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"This path is blocked. Leave the baby and I'll spare your lives."

Without offering any explanation, the Green Snake Lord's staff touched the ground and transformed into a grey long snake slithering around.

"That shouldn't be difficult."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Zhang Wenyuan's expression changed, and he immediately charged at the Green Snake Lord.

At that moment, another snake head burst from the ground, but Ye Feng, as if ready, easily avoided the attack.

Underworld Blue Snake Lord!

They never fought one-on-one; a couple, Green Snake Lord and Huashe Poison Sister-in-law, their martial arts were strong, but they always used underhanded methods, earning them a notorious reputation.

In the forest, a strangely dressed woman appeared. She glanced at Ye Feng, licked her lips, and without saying a word, her Green Staff immediately began to swirl, flinging the staff's shadows everywhere.

"Ye Feng, make it quick."

Despite being in the midst of battle, Zhang Wenyuan still managed to send a message to Ye Feng.

In an instant, golden flames surged outward, and Ye Feng's eyes bathed in gold, he clenched his fist and charged towards the staff shadows.

After two ambushes, Ye Feng's killing intent was ice-cold.

"Hua Shehai!"

All the myriad staff shadows were shattered with a punch, Huashe Poison Sister-in-law stumbled backward dozens of steps with her staff, shock written all over her face. Only now did she begin to truly regard the enemy, quickly resorting to her signature skills.

The flick of her wrist and a myriad of flowers blossomed, everything becoming a blur.

"Do you find it beautiful, young master?"

A voice as ethereal as music suddenly rose within the sea of flowers, continuously disturbing Ye Feng's mind and spirit.