272: The Feng family member who came back from the dead, He Yan appeared!

"I said it!" Yan Chengping shrieked, his voice hoarse and rough from extreme pain, as if being rubbed frantically on sandpaper.

"This lowly one truly said it!" Yan Chengping cried out, almost weeping, his trembling finger pointing uncontrollably forward.

The tip of his finger pointed directly at the group of county yamen officials.

At this moment, he had only one thought: to be freed as quickly as possible; he did not want to suffer any more physical pain.

"He ordered me to do it!" Yan Chengping yelled hoarsely, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

"Fu Songde!"

"It was him!"

Yan Chengping's voice echoed in the silent air.

"That night, he and I went to the Feng Family together!"

Yan Chengping spoke very quickly, as if afraid he wouldn't finish his words before suffering another beating from Liang Cheng.

"Feng Jin, the head of the Feng Family!"

"He died by Fu Songde's hand!"

"Most of the Feng Family's treasures were also stolen by that demon, Fu Songde!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed from Yan Chengping's teeth, carrying deep hatred and fear.

Yan Chengping's words were like a bombshell, instantly stirring up a storm among the county yamen officials.

The county yamen officials, who had been idle, suddenly turned pale as paper, their eyes filled with terror and panic.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions, desperate not to be pointed at by Yan Chengping's finger.

Some officials stumbled in their panic, almost falling, while others rushed blindly, bumping into those nearby without bothering to apologize.

For a moment, the scene was in chaos.

And in the direction Yan Chengping pointed, stood a middle-aged man in a Yamen Runner's uniform.

He was burly, his face as dark as ink, terrifyingly grim, and a heavy sabre hung at his waist.

This middle-aged man was the Constable of Panshi County—Fu Songde.

Fu Songde was the strongest Constable under the Chief Constable of the county yamen, a Martial Artist of the Marrow Refinement Realm Minor Achievement, and held extremely high prestige within the county yamen.

However, at this moment, Fu Songde's face turned extremely ugly, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

"Yan Chengping!" Fu Songde roared, with a hint of furious embarrassment.

"How dare you slander me!"

Before his words finished, Fu Songde moved with incredible speed, his right hand like lightning, quickly grasping the hilt of the sabre at his waist, and drawing it out with a forceful pull.

With a "clang!" a cold, sharp blade instantly unsheathed, pointing directly at Yan Chengping.

At this moment, Fu Songde's eyes were wide, burning with furious anger, and his forehead veins bulged, looking utterly enraged.

"You, a notorious flower thief, are on the verge of death.

"Yet you still dare to quibble, attempting to tarnish this Constable's reputation!"

"Now, this Constable shall act on behalf of the heavens and personally execute you, beast!"

With that, Fu Songde pushed off the ground, his figure flashing forward, rushing towards Yan Chengping with a whooshing sound.

The sabre in his hand, illuminated by the cold moonlight, reflected streaks of chilling light, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

The blade aimed directly at Yan Chengping's face, clearly determined to take his life.

But just as Fu Songde's blade was about to fall, Liang Cheng, who had been observing with cold eyes, slightly curled his lips into a mocking sneer.

Immediately after, Liang Cheng's right hand moved like lightning, quickly reaching for the hilt of the sabre at his waist.

"Clang!"

A crisp metallic clang suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the chaotic and noisy scene.

Naturally, Liang Cheng's reaction caused Fu Songde's deadly strike to halt abruptly in mid-air.

Liang Cheng looked coldly at Fu Songde, his great sabre unmoving.

"Marrow Refinement Realm Major Achievement!"

"You!"

Fu Songde's face instantly turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He hadn't expected that this young lad, who looked barely twenty, was actually a Martial Artist of the Marrow Refinement Realm Major Achievement.

At this moment, Fu Songde composed himself, gritting his teeth and saying, "Lord Liang, what is the meaning of this?"

"This flower thief Yan Chengping is clearly slandering me!"

"How could I, Fu Songde, as the Constable of Panshi County, collude with such a beast?"

The next moment, Liang Cheng narrowed his eyes, a sharp, cold glint flashing within them.

His right hand held the hilt firmly, his arm muscles taut, and he suddenly pushed forward with force.

This seemingly simple movement contained astonishing power.

Fu Songde felt an overwhelming force surge along the blade, utterly impossible to resist.

In an instant, Fu Songde's feet dragged two deep marks on the ground, his body uncontrollably stumbling backward.

One step, two steps... he retreated more than ten steps, his shoe soles scraping against the bluestone ground with a grating sound.

After a few breaths, Fu Songde barely managed to steady himself.

At this moment, Fu Songde's face was flushed, his chest heaved violently, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with shock.

He clearly hadn't expected Liang Cheng to possess such formidable strength.

Liang Cheng ignored Fu Songde, instead turning to Yan Chengping and sternly asking, "Yan Chengping, were you speaking the truth just now?"

"If there's half a lie, this Revered Master will make your life worse than death!"

Yan Chengping nodded repeatedly, a hint of a sob in his voice: "This lowly one spoke nothing but the truth!"

"That night, it was indeed Fu Songde who took me to the Feng Family, and Feng Jin, the head of the Feng Family, was also killed by his own hand!"

"He also took away most of the Feng Family's treasures."

"Lord, you can send people to search Fu Songde's residence; such valuable things, he must have hidden them inside."

Upon hearing this, Fu Songde's face instantly turned ashen, and the sabre in his hand clattered to the ground.

His legs gave way, and he fell directly to his knees, his voice trembling: "Lord Su, Lord Liang, Lord Lu, this humble official has been wronged!"

"This Yan Chengping is clearly slandering me!"

"I... I..."

Suddenly, another dull "thump" sounded.

Fu Songde fell straight forward, having already fainted.

Behind Fu Songde, Su An stood quietly, his expression as calm as water.

Su An slowly withdrew his right hand, which had been extended in mid-air, clearly indicating that he had knocked out Fu Songde.

Su An glanced at the surrounding county yamen officials, then fixed his gaze on the Panshi County Magistrate.

"There's nothing for you here; you may all withdraw."

"Also, take him with you."

"Remember, you had best not try to be clever with this Envoy."

"Otherwise, hmph!"

These last two sentences, Su An deliberately spoke slowly and clearly, precisely so that the Panshi County Magistrate would hear them distinctly.

This was a warning to him, telling him to handle this case honestly and not to harbor any improper thoughts.

"Yes, Lord Su, this humble official and others shall take our leave first."

Seeing this, the county yamen officials dared not delay in the slightest; under the Panshi County Magistrate's command, they clumsily lifted Fu Songde.

Then, under the gaze of Su An, Liang Cheng, and Lu Yunqing, they scurried away.

Liang Cheng's peripheral vision caught sight of Yan Chengping at his feet, and he unhesitatingly extended his right hand, grabbing him and lifting him up.

Yan Chengping's body, like a tattered sack, hung in mid-air, his face pale as paper, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

"What are you looking at!"

"Next, it's time for you, this beastly scoundrel, to pay your blood debt."

Yan Chengping was held by Liang Cheng, his feet off the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.

His lips quivered, his voice broken: "You... you want to do what!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

Liang Cheng turned a deaf ear to Yan Chengping's pleas, merely giving him a cold glance.

Then, Liang Cheng strode towards the mansion filled with a burnt smell.

The mansion's main gate was already dilapidated, its panels covered with charred marks, clearly having endured a great fire.

"Bang!"

Liang Cheng raised his foot and mercilessly kicked open the crumbling gate.

The gate panel let out a dull thud, then fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Inside the mansion, it was a mess.

The walls were covered with charred marks, and faint traces of dried blood were still visible.

The ground was strewn with burnt furniture and broken porcelain.

Liang Cheng carried Yan Chengping, striding into the mansion. His gaze swept around, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Upon entering the main hall, the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, mixed with a putrid odor, making Liang Cheng feel nauseous.

The charred wooden pillars that hadn't completely burned were leaning precariously, barely supporting the crumbling, dilapidated structure.

With every step, the wooden splinters underfoot let out a creaking moan.

The ceiling beams were riddled with holes, and a few faint rays of moonlight struggled to penetrate the gaps.

They cast mottled shadows on the dusty ground.

"Alright!" Su An's voice suddenly rang out, and he frowned slightly, saying to Liang Cheng, "Liang Cheng, just leave him here!"

"We need to leave now; Deputy Envoy He is waiting outside."

Liang Cheng nodded upon hearing this, then unceremoniously threw Yan Chengping towards the center of the hall.

"Thud!"

Yan Chengping's body hit the ground heavily with a dull thud.

His body had already been crippled by Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing; he couldn't move, only lying limply on the ground like a broken puppet.

"Hurry!" Su An low-growled, and the three of them no longer maintained their calm demeanor, but instead, like greased lightning, dashed out of the mansion.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the darkness, leaving Yan Chengping alone, slumped in the center of the hall.

"Hey!"

"You dog officials!"

"What the hell!"

"What are you talking about!"

"Those ghost things of the Feng Family, what does that mean!"

Yan Chengping's voice echoed in the empty hall, filled with endless terror and anger.

His gaze swept around, his eyes full of despair.

Around the hall, there was a deathly silence.

The charred marks on the walls appeared particularly grotesque in the dim light.

Yan Chengping's body trembled violently with fear, his lips quivered, his voice broken: "No... don't... spare me... spare me..."

Yan Chengping's voice echoed in the empty hall, as if squeezed from his throat, carrying endless despair and pleading.

However, what answered him was only a silent stillness.

Outside the mansion, Liang Cheng, Su An, and Lu Yunqing stood not far away, their gazes coldly fixed on the direction of the mansion.

"Brother Su, you said... those 'ghost things' of the Feng Family, will they really appear?" Liang Cheng asked in a low voice, with a hint of uncertainty.

"They will!" A deep, authoritative voice came from behind Liang Cheng and the other two, interrupting their conversation.

Hearing this familiar voice, Liang Cheng, Su An, and Lu Yunqing's faces lit up, and they quickly turned around.

They saw an old man in a green Blackbird Guard uniform slowly approaching, an invisible pressure emanating from his body.

The old man was none other than Deputy Envoy He of Baidao Prefecture—He Yan!

"Uncle He!"

"Revered Master!"

Liang Cheng and the other two quickly bowed, their tones filled with extreme respect.

He Yan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three, then resting on the distant mansion, a hint of solemnity appearing on his face.

"Alas!"

"Lord Si Zhu Lu once told this old man a long time ago.

"Heaven and earth have undergone abnormal changes."

"These changes can, with a certain probability, cause those who died with resentment to be resurrected and turn into those ghost things."

"Uncle He, Xuan Ge also told me!" Liang Cheng naturally knew who the Si Zhu Lu in He Yan's words was.

Lu Xuan!

As for his cousin Lu Xuan, Liang Cheng had always been paying attention.

The matter of Lu Xuan becoming the Deputy Commander of the Xuan Niao Guard had already spread throughout the Great Xia Dynasty some time ago.

"Hmm!" He Yan's eyes held a hint of depth: "After the Feng Family massacre, dozens of surrounding commoners mysteriously disappeared."

"I had already sensed a faint Yin Qi around the Feng Family in the morning."

Less than half a month after Lu Xuan left Baidao Prefecture, He Yan had already broken through to the Inner Energy Realm Major Achievement.

Of course, He Yan did not choose to leave Baidao Prefecture, but intended to stay there indefinitely.

Because he had received Lu Xuan's favor, he was able to break through to the Inner Energy Major Achievement Realm.

Not only He Yan, but also Liang Cheng, Lu Yunqing, Ye Qingxuan, Li Chengfeng... and others.

In short, all Blackbird Guards related to Lu Xuan received strong cultivation support from the Celestial Capital Xuan Bird Guard headquarters.

The martial Dao resources they could obtain were more than ten times what they had before!

At this moment, Lu Yunqing frowned, asking in a low voice, "Uncle He, those ghost things..."

"Are they really the deceased members of the Feng Family?"

Regarding Lu Yunqing's question, He Yan nodded in affirmation, then his gaze once again fell on the distant mansion.

"Remember, no matter what happens later, do not act rashly."

"Su An, your task is to stay by Liang Cheng and Lu Yunqing's side."

"Yes, Revered Master."

Inside the Feng Family mansion's main hall, Yan Chengping still lay slumped on the ground, his gaze blankly fixed on the ceiling.

His lips quivered, but he could no longer make any sound.

In the air, a low wailing sound seemed to come, as if countless wronged souls were weeping in the darkness.

"No... don't..."

"Ghosts!"

Yan Chengping's eyes were filled with terror and despair; rather than being scared to death like this, he'd rather just die directly.

At this thought, a ruthless and decisive look flashed in Yan Chengping's eyes; he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide!

Suddenly, the temperature inside the mansion plummeted, and a bone-chilling cold permeated the air.

Yan Chengping's body trembled violently, and the muscles of his face had already stiffened.

Can't move!

My body can't move!

The next second, inside the main hall, the deep darkness seemed to come alive.

Countless blurry figures slowly emerged from the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Their eyes were hollow and cold, and visible white cold Qi emanated from their bodies.

"Save me..."

However, those "ghost things" ignored Yan Chengping's pleas.

In an instant, these strange black shadows, with a horrifying speed, completely devoured him.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Chengping's flesh and blood rapidly decayed at a visible speed.

His skin turned bluish-black, his blood vessels bulged, as if millions of insects were gnawing at his Physical Body.

Immediately after, Yan Chengping's body began to turn into dust, finally becoming a pile of ashes on the ground, lightly rising in the cold air.

"Finally appeared..." Just then, He Yan's low voice came from outside the main hall.

He stood blocking the entrance, staring intently at the terrifying black shadows inside the hall.