Beautiful CEO's Top Martial Expert-Chapter 71 Yang Xueqing’s Tomb

71: Chapter 71 Yang Xueqing’s Tomb

71 -71 Yang Xueqing’s Tomb

“Be careful!” Fang Zhen exclaimed involuntarily, his face showing some concern.

Bang!

Facing Erhu’s punch, Xiao Yifeng casually waved his hand and blocked the fist, saying, “Erhu, keep pushing, use all the strength in your body.”

Erhu immediately let out a low shout, his arm muscles bulging out as a terrifying power surged frantically toward Xiao Yifeng’s palm, which remained utterly still.

Then, with a gentle push from Xiao Yifeng’s hand, Erhu staggered backward step by step.

“How is this possible?” Both Erhu and Dahu’s eyes showed a hint of astonishment.

“Boss, when did you become so strong?

My punch had the force of a thousand catties, and yet it didn’t affect you at all?” Erhu said, puzzled, staring at Xiao Yifeng.

“Not bad, after ten years, I didn’t expect you to have become so strong.

You’re not much different from a master at the peak of Ming strength,” Xiao Yifeng said with a faint smile on his lips.

“Peak of Ming strength?

What’s that?” Erhu asked, looking at Xiao Yifeng with a baffled expression.

“You’ll find out in time,” Xiao Yifeng replied, not elaborating, and turned his gaze to Dahu, “It’s been so many years since we’ve met, how have you two been doing?”

Dahu began, “Boss, we’ve let you down.

We never went to school and only have our brute strength, so we’ve been working construction jobs.”

“Don’t worry.

Now that I’m back, I won’t let your strength go to waste.

I’ll find a way to get you a better job,” Xiao Yifeng said, patting Dahu’s shoulder.

Fang Zhen immediately said, “Alright, since both Dahu and Erhu are here, come and eat at my place.

Take the opportunity to have a good drink with your Boss.”

“Boss, can you handle your liquor?” Erhu asked, looking at Xiao Yifeng with some concern.

Xiao Yifeng chuckled wickedly, “I’ll definitely drink you under the table.”

After that, Xiao Yifeng, along with the brothers Dahu and Erhu, had lunch at the Fang Family’s house, where they started guzzling bottles of beer.

Dahu and Erhu had indeed impressive drinking capacities, guzzling beer as if it were water, which even surprised Xiao Yifeng.

“Zhang Hua Brother, you’re not bad at holding your liquor either,” Xiao Yifeng said to Fang Zhenghua, unable to help himself.

“I’m in sales, so I often drink with clients.

That’s how my tolerance developed,” Fang Zhenghua said with a smile.

“By the way, Little Feeng, do you have a place to stay now that you’re back?” Mother Fang suddenly asked.

“Mom, Brother Xiao now is…”

Just as Fang Siqi was about to reveal Xiao Yifeng’s identity, she was interrupted by him.

“Auntie, don’t worry, I’ve found a place to stay.

You don’t have to worry about me,” Xiao Yifeng said, continuing to drink.

The meal lasted for more than an hour, and in the end, all three men—Dahu, Erhu, and Fang Zhenghua—were taken down by Xiao Yifeng, who was surprisingly sober.

“Little Feeng, I didn’t expect you to have such a strong capacity for alcohol after all these years,” Fang Zhen said with a laugh, looking at Xiao Yifeng.

“Uncle Fang, I want to go see my old home,” Xiao Yifeng suddenly said, his tone somewhat heavy.

Fang Zhenguo was taken aback and nodded.

A few dozen meters away from the Fang Family home stood a small bungalow, the entire house looking extremely simple and dilapidated.

Xiao Yifeng’s figure appeared here, looking at the house before him, his eyes filled with complexity and memories, and even more so with a touch of sorrow.

Afterward, Xiao Yifeng walked straight in.

The whole house had very few pieces of furniture, quite ordinary, but it was very tidy.

Fang Zhenguo followed him today, looked around with a sigh, and said, “Ever since your mother suddenly died that year and you disappeared, your aunt and I would come here every so often to clean up, just hoping you would come back.

We never thought that this waiting would last for ten years, and you finally returned here.”

Xiao Yifeng caressed every inch inside the house, filled with memories and familiarity, this place had been where he and his mother lived for a year, also the happiest year of his childhood, and moreover the place where his mother was buried.

Thinking of that scene from ten years ago, an uncontrollable and terrifying killing intent surged through Xiao Yifeng’s body.

He smashed his fist onto a wooden table next to him, promptly shattering the entire table, startling Fang Zhenguo.

At this moment, Xiao Yifeng’s face was ferocious, his eyes flashing with a hint of crimson bloodlust, and the terrifying killing intent around him was suffocating.

Standing beside him, Fang Zhenguo, oppressed by this killing intent, turned pale, his frame trembling, even his breathing became hurried.

“Little… Feeng…” Fang Zhenguo trembled as he called out.

His voice snapped Xiao Yifeng back to reality, his eyes filled with killing intent and bloodlust regained clarity, the killing intent on his body withdrew, and he quickly apologized to Fang Zhenguo, saying, “I’m sorry, Uncle Fang, just now I…”

“It’s okay, although I don’t know what you have been through these years, the fact that you are alive and well is the greatest comfort to your mother.

It’s just, who exactly killed your mother that year remains a mystery until now.

The police couldn’t find anything either,” Fang Zhenguo said with a heavy expression.

“Uncle Fang, where was my mother’s body buried?” Xiao Yifeng asked in a deep voice.

“That year, your aunt and I had wanted to find a good place to bury your mother, but at that time we really had no money, so we could only bury her in a cemetery a few thousand meters from here.

Let me take you there,” said Fang Zhenguo.

He led Xiao Yifeng a few thousand meters to a cemetery.

All around were graves, the final resting places of some of the poor people of Tianhai City after their deaths.

Under the guidance of Fang Zhenguo, Xiao Yifeng arrived at a grave, a simple stone marked with a few rudimentary characters: The tomb of Yang Xueqing.

Looking at this grave, Xiao Yifeng clenched his fists tightly, his body uncontrollably trembling, his eyes brimming with deep sorrow and pain.

“Uncle Fang, you go back first,” Xiao Yifeng said in a low voice.

“Alright, spend some time with your mother,” Fang Zhenguo sighed, turned, and left.

Thump!

Xiao Yifeng knelt in front of the tombstone and lowered his head saying, “Mother, I’m sorry, your son is late.”

At this moment, Xiao Yifeng exuded a sense of helplessness, pain, and sadness, and a few tears appeared in his eyes.

With a gentle lift of his hand, touching the crude tombstone, Xiao Yifeng’s expression was full of sorrow, as the memories in his mind replayed.

“Mother, I’m sorry, your son was incompetent, I failed to protect you, which led to your demise at the hands of a vile person.”

Xiao Yifeng spoke somberly, then his eyes hardened, a terrifying killing intent burst forth, an invisible gust of wind stirred around him, causing countless clumps of dirt and grains of sand to scatter.