The white-haired, childlike man at the main seat heard this and said with a cold look in his eyes, "If we are not mistaken, then someone must have followed you and sneaked into the valley quietly!"
"Investigate! Investigate immediately! Don't let any of them escape!" He shouted in a gloomy voice and walked out.
Seeing this, the two of them quickly followed out and mobilized the people in the valley to quickly join the search.
The noise they made while searching was so loud that even Du Fan and the others in the remote area noticed it. After the three of them looked at each other, two of them said to Bai Qingcheng, "You stay here to take care of them. The two of us will go and divert their attention and take care of those people while we're at it!"
"You guys be careful."
Bai Qingcheng told them to be careful, and they nodded and took a deep breath, heading in another direction. After a while, they heard the exclamations and fighting sounds of the monks far away from here.
The two people in the room seemed to have heard the noise outside. They looked at each other. Mother Ye held Father Ye's hand, as if she had made a decision. She tore off the lining of her robe, bit her finger and wrote a blood letter.
Father Ye sat back and watched quietly. After she wrote the blood letter and put it away, he walked outside and called out, "Miss, please come in."
Bai Qingcheng was waiting outside, and when she saw her come out to call her, she walked up to her and asked, "Madam, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Miss, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. If it weren't for you, my husband and I would have never met in this lifetime. The two of us are still alive today, not only because we were restrained, but also because we kept a secret. However, this secret did not bring us any benefits. On the contrary, it caused our family to be torn apart and we suffered torture and pain because of it."
Mother Ye said, her voice gentle and painful. She handed over the blood letter in her hand and said, "This is the blood letter I wrote. I wrote it to my daughter Feifei. Girl, I beg you not to tell her about the torture we suffered here. We don't want her to know. We don't want her to know what kind of suffering her parents have suffered."
Hearing this, Bai Qingcheng glanced at the blood letter, her face slightly stiffened, and said: "You can go see her, and if you have anything to say, just tell her in person. There is no need for this blood letter at all. Besides, we will not mention a word about what happened to you here."
Mother Ye shook her head, showing a desperate and painful smile, and said: "We can't survive. Even if you rescued us, we can't survive. We should have died three years ago. We are still alive now only because we are worried about Feifei."
Bai Qingcheng was silent, not knowing how to persuade him. As a woman, she knew very well that it was very difficult to forget the nightmare that she had experienced for three years. Not only for her, but also for Ye's father's body. Even if he took the pill to relieve the injuries in his body, his body had been tortured again and again in the past three years. Even if her master personally nursed him back to health, he would probably not live for many more years.
“Girls, you are all outstanding talents. If possible, please take care of my daughter Feifei. Without her father and mother to protect her, no one can protect her…” Mother Ye said, and tears fell. She felt that she owed her daughter. However, she was too ashamed to face the world again, and she was too ashamed to appear in front of her daughter again.