Chen Duofu had heard the legends of the older generation and had heard of Chen Yulang.
He said in a panic, "Chen Yulang? Did he kill him? That's impossible. He and my grandmother jumped off the cliff together. It was seventy or eighty years ago. How could he still be alive?"
Chen Duofu had a look of disbelief on his face, while Grandpa Chen had a thoughtful look on his face: "My dear nephew, if someone else said it, I might not believe it, but if they say that the one playing tricks is Chen Yulang, it is really possible, because Chen Yulang is my third uncle, he killed all the descendants of the Chen family, but he would not hurt me."
Jiang Yixue and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. Jiang Yuxin spoke frankly, "Uncle Chen, you and Chen Yulang are relatives. No wonder you are the only one who dares to be the manager of the Chenjiayuan Ancient House. That demon killed so many people, but he didn't kill you."
Jiang Yixue twisted her sister's arm and glared at her, saying, "You are so talkative. You say whatever you want."
Jiang Yuxin knew that what she said was rude and she felt pain from being pinched, so she pouted her lips and dared not say a word.
Speaking of Chen Yulang, Uncle Chen was also quite emotional. He said helplessly: "Alas, I remember when I entered Chenjiayuan as a child laborer, I was only eight years old. He was just in his early twenties at that time, also a handsome young man, working as a painter in Chenjiayuan. At that time, my family was very poor and could not afford to eat. The Chen family was the richest family in our village. He introduced me to the Chen family as a child laborer to make a living. To be honest, nephew, don't be angry. At that time, he was quite good to me."
"Do you know why I said that the one playing tricks on me would be Chen Yulang? Because I often dream about him. Every time someone is killed, he will proudly tell me, 'Little Dog, kill all the descendants of Chen Fanghao, and the Chen family will be ours.' My nickname is 'Little Dog.' The way he spoke to me felt very real, not like a dream. It was as if he had gotten into my head and was talking to me on purpose."
Chen Xinyi and Chen Duofu found it a little unbelievable and felt creepy, but Jiang Yixue and the others had all heard Ye Feng talking inside their heads, so they had no doubts about what Uncle Chen said.
Jiang Yuxin blurted out: "Uncle Chen, I believe you, it must be Chen Yulang who did it, this is called telepathy."
Chen Duofu and Chen Xinyi looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, since this matter has passed, I don't want to mention it again. But my daughter, if you want to return to Chenyuan, you must wear the amulet."
"Don't worry, Dad. I've been staying at Chenjiayuan these two days. Nothing happened. This is all thanks to Sister Yi Xue and Brother Ye Feng. They are both masters of ancient martial arts, not ordinary people."
Jiang Yixue called Ye Feng and said, "I have some great news to tell you. Xinyi has found her father."
"What a happy occasion! Congratulations to her for me."
Jiang Yixue heard a scream from Ye Feng on the other end of the line, and she was so shocked that she quickly asked, "Whose voice is that? Has Ye Feng arrived at Uncle Yun's house?"
Ye Feng's voice was relaxed: "I've been here a long time ago. I'm at his house now."
"Why do I hear someone screaming?"
"You have really good ears. I'm watching a horror movie right now. I don't want to chat any more."
Jiang Yixue hung up the phone suspiciously. Does Ye Feng like watching horror movies? It's so boring.
Ye Feng was not watching a horror movie, he was acting out a horror movie.
It is not far from Chenjia Village to Yunyuanzhi Medicinal Farm, only a two-hour drive. Ye Feng drove there after breakfast and arrived at Yunyuanzhi's house around nine o'clock.
As soon as he parked the car, he heard a noise coming from the yard.
Through the half-open iron gate, they saw seven or eight big men in black suits standing in the yard, looking very aggressive. Yun Yuejian was holding her grandfather and huddled in the corner, looking terrified.
"Yun Yuanzhi, our Senior Brother Zhao said that as long as you give us the Purple Jade Life-Renewing Cream, you can name any price. We in the Taiyi Sect never bully others, we treat people politely and our prices are fair."
Ye Feng recognized the voice. It turned out that these people were from Taiyi Sect. I thought it was the Qin family who came to cause trouble again.
Although Yun Yuanzhi was surrounded by a group of Taiyi disciples, he had a strong personality and refused to give in at all.
"Bah, you force people to buy and sell, and you are polite and fair in price. If you negotiate properly, I, Yun Yuanzhi, will give you some Purple Jade Life-Prolonging Cream at a low price. But you actually hit people, so I will never sell you my Purple Jade Life-Prolonging Cream."
"Brother is right. You have such a bad temper. Don't blame us for being rude."
"Even if you beat me to death, I will not sell you any Purple Jade Life-Sustaining Cream."
"We don't have time to beat you. Senior Brother Zhao said that you have a bad temper, but you love your granddaughter the most. If you don't sell the medicine to us, we will beat your granddaughter to death."
A Taiyi Sect disciple raised his fist and hit Yun Yuejian, who was protecting and supporting his grandfather.
Yun Yuanzhi's eyes burst with hatred: "Assholes, you scoundrels."
He quickly pulled his granddaughter behind him. Seeing the fist coming towards him with a strong force, he was ready to take the punch and not let the other party hit his granddaughter.
But the fist was clearly still some distance away from him, but it did not fall down, but instead hung in the air.
"Asshole, hit me if you want, don't insult me."
Yun Yuanzhi thought the other party was playing a trick on him and cursed angrily.
He took a closer look and almost laughed. It turned out that Ye Feng was pinching the arm of the Taiyi Sect disciple with two fingers.
The Taiyi Sect disciple was shocked. He didn't expect that his arm would be pinched by a young man's fingers.
He tried desperately to pull his arm back from Ye Feng's fingers, but the more he tried, the more frightened he became. Ye Feng's fingers were like a pair of large iron clamps. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull his arm back.
He just felt a chill running down his spine.
Just at this moment, a pleasant telephone ring sounded. Jiang Yixue called Ye Feng to report the happy event that Chen Xinyi and her father had reunited.
It was at that time that Ye Feng increased the strength of his fingers.
There was a crisp sound of fracture, and the arm of the owner of the fist was broken into two pieces. The white bone pierced through the flesh, and blood was dripping, and a shrill scream was let out.
Ye Feng hung up the phone and sneered, "You are so cruel. You are willing to do anything to force people to sell drugs. If I hadn't been in a good mood because of a happy event today, I would have killed you with one finger."
Ye Feng was not joking. He had innovated the stone-piercing finger technique that he had learned from the Thai King's Four Strikes. With just a light tap, he could penetrate the huge granite. How could a flesh and blood body resist this
Seeing Ye Feng coming, Yun Yue, whose eyes were swollen from crying, immediately burst into laughter and said in surprise: "Grandpa, Big Brother Ye is here. With him here, no one dares to bully us."
Yun Yuanzhi also breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Ye Feng break the guy's arm into two pieces, he felt a sense of pleasure in revenge, but he couldn't bear it.