Zhao Yuwei and Sima Yan were ashen-faced and didn't dare to breathe.
Feng'er's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Xiao Feng's face.
She parted her lips slightly and uttered four words: "Come with me."
Before anyone could react, Feng'er turned and left.
Xiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then picked up Zhao Yuwei and gestured for Sima Yan to follow.
The three followed the wind through the dark corridor and arrived at an exquisite boudoir.
The door creaked shut, cutting off all outside noise.
After settling Xiao Feng and the other two into the room, Feng'er nervously looked around, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting together.
She lowered her voice and said to Xiao Feng, "Don't wander around. The city lord has many eyes and ears; you'll be discovered if you're not careful."
Xiao Feng noticed that her brows were slightly furrowed.
Before leaving, Feng'er suddenly turned around and looked at Xiao Feng with sincere eyes.
She said softly, "Thank you so much for taking care of me during this time. If it weren't for you, I might have..."
Before she could finish speaking, her voice choked with emotion.
Xiao Feng's heart stirred, and he was about to speak when Feng'er had already quickly left the room.
The door clicked shut softly, leaving the room silent.
Zhao Yuwei witnessed this scene. She looked at Xiao Feng and asked softly, "Have you really fallen in love with Feng'er?"
Xiao Feng was taken aback, and quickly waved his hand to deny it: "How could that be? Don't think nonsense."
He muttered to himself, "Why is this woman so sensitive?"
Zhao Yuwei persisted: "Then why are you always staring at her? Your eyes were different when she was talking just now."
Xiao Feng sighed helplessly and decided to confess: "Actually, it's like this..."
He told Zhao Yuwei in detail about his experience of chasing the man in red into the thatched hut, being trapped by the formation, and then returning to the city lord's mansion to find someone who looked exactly like him accompanying Feng'er.
"So you see, there must be something fishy going on here. I'm just wondering if Feng'er knows about this or not," Xiao Feng explained, his tone tinged with confusion.
After listening, Zhao Yuwei had a bold guess in her mind.
"Could it be... that Feng'er's lover back then didn't really die, but instead transformed into Xiao Feng's appearance in some way and is now by Feng'er's side?"
This idea gave her a jolt; she found it both incredible and thought it might explain many of the doubts.
Just as Zhao Yuwei was about to delve deeper into this possibility, a sharp pain suddenly struck.
She suddenly bent over, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the ground in front of her red.
"Cough cough..." Zhao Yuwei clutched her chest, her face turning deathly pale.
She could feel the spiritual energy within her body dissipating at an alarming rate, as if it were being forcibly pulled away by an invisible hand.
"Yuwei!" Xiao Feng exclaimed and rushed forward to support the swaying Zhao Yuwei.
Just then, Sima Yan, who was standing to the side, also let out a painful groan.
His body was trembling violently, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he were enduring unimaginable pain.
"Ah..." Sima Yan's voice grew weaker and weaker until he finally fainted.
Xiao Feng was extremely anxious, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
He quickly laid the two of them flat on the ground, with their hands suspended in the air, palms down.
A wisp of pale blue immortal energy flowed from his palm, wrapping around Zhao Yuwei and Sima Yan like silk threads.
"Hold on tight!" Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, focusing intently on controlling the flow of his immortal energy.
A pale blue light flickered in the dim room, constantly shifting around the two people.
Just at this critical moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
The wind rushed in, clutching several small porcelain bottles tightly in its hands.
When she saw the scene before her, her face turned deathly pale.
"Quickly!" Feng'er hurriedly handed the porcelain bottle to Xiao Feng: "This is the antidote, give it to them immediately!"
Xiao Feng took the porcelain bottle, quickly opened it, and poured out the pale green pills inside.
He carefully placed the pills into Zhao Yuwei and Sima Yan's mouths, then gently massaged their throats to help them swallow.
The wind stood aside, watching all of this anxiously.
Her gaze shifted back and forth between Xiao Feng and the two unconscious people.
"Tomorrow is my wedding day," she said softly. "Everyone in the City Lord's Mansion will be busy, and no one will notice this place. You should quickly take your companions and leave Mo Yuan City. You shouldn't get involved in what's happening here."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng looked up at Feng'er.
However, the current situation did not allow him to think too much.
“I understand.” Xiao Feng nodded, then frowned and said, “But I must enter the East Sea coast, and opening that gate will surely alarm your father.”
Upon hearing this, Feng'er's expression grew even more serious.
She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "The East Sea is no longer what it used to be. Going in rashly would likely be extremely dangerous. It's already..."
Before she could finish speaking, Feng'er suddenly turned her head to look at the door with alarm.
"I can't stay any longer," she said urgently. "You must be careful!"
After saying that, she hurriedly turned around, her skirt drawing a graceful arc in the air before disappearing behind the door.
Xiao Feng watched Feng'er's departing figure, his heart filled with doubt.
What exactly happened on the coast of the East China Sea?
He turned around and continued to focus on taking care of Zhao Yuwei and Sima Yan.
As time went by, their complexions gradually regained some color, and their breathing became steady.
Xiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to stabilize the situation for the time being.
At midnight, the clock on the second floor of the city lord's mansion suddenly rang out. The dull sound of the clock struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.
"Dong—dong—dong—" The sound of the bell echoed throughout the city lord's mansion, breaking the tranquility of the night.
Chaos erupted immediately inside the city lord's mansion.
Everyone was jolted awake from their sleep and rushed out of their rooms in a panic, gathering in the direction of the clock tower.
Under the moonlight, terrified faces appeared and disappeared in the shadows; some were even still in their pajamas, barefoot on the cold floor.
Just then, the sky over Moyuan City suddenly changed color.
A strange red cloud spread rapidly at a visible speed, soon enveloping the entire city.
This red cloud was no ordinary cloud; it was a near-tangible entity, emanating an unsettling aura.
Everyone looked up at the sky, their expressions gradually shifting from surprise to deep fear.
Some people began to tremble, some murmured, "They're back, they're back..."
This phrase spread like a plague among the people, and soon, the entire city lord's mansion echoed with this fearful whisper.
The city lord stood in the center of the crowd, trying to stabilize the situation.
He shouted, "Don't panic, everyone!"
However, his voice was drowned out by a sea of panic.
The city lord looked around, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, the city lord struck out, slapping a person who was lying on the ground screaming.
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