The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

When Ruan Yingzhe and Shen Duan were having endless headaches about the attacked on Shen Yifeng, a petite figure broke into the Vermillion Bird Clan without anyone noticing.

Cautiously avoiding the patrolling guards, Shen Yanxiao immediately moved toward the basement.

At the entrance of the basement, four men were standing guard at the door.

Shen Yanxiao’s mouth raised a sneer, then her petite figure flew like a ghost to the four people.

The four guards just felt that a black shadow flashed before them when the next second, they were stayed frozen in place.

Shen Yanxiao stood in the middle of the four men, watching the four of them who had been controlled by the curse contemptuously. She extended her hand and snapped her fingers. The four people appeared as if they completely did not see Shen Yanxiao and just continued to stand on their posts, letting Shen Yanxiao swaggered from their front into the basement.

In the dark and moist basement, a musty smell permeated in the air. Walking on the long stair, Shen Yanxiao gradually moved closer to the basement.

There was a trace of moisture in the air around, and it felt cool in the skin.

Shen Yanxiao frowned slightly. Even a healthy person could not live in this place, let alone Shen Feng who was seriously injured.

Shen Yanxiao’s heart sank.

Going forward, Shen Yanxiao finally saw a faint light in the darkness. She quickened her steps and followed the bright light.

However, when she saw everything in front of her eyes, a loud bang sounded in her mind and her thin body could not help but become a little sluggish.

In the basement less than 20 square meters, seven miserable figures leaned against the wall, squatting in the corners.

Shen Ling, who looked very haggard, no longer had his old heroic bearing. A trace of blood couldn’t be found on his pale face. He knelt on the wet ground and his hands were tightly pressed against the chest of the man lying on the ground, trying his best to infuse his own dou qi into that person’s body.

The one lying on the ground and on the verge of dying, was the same person that Shen Yanxiao had been worrying about for a long time now— Shen Feng.

If it weren’t for Shen Feng’s familiar breath, Shen Yanxiao probably wouldn’t recognize him right now.

The old man who once had a high-spirited attitude was limp on the cold ground at this moment, and there were dirty straws underneath him as bedding. Blood stains were on his filthy clothes which already turned brown. Although Shen Feng was old, his body had always been good, and he did not seem to have experienced any vicissitudes before. However, now, Shen Feng was full of white hair and that familiar face seemed to have aged ten years in just almost half a year.

Shen Yanxiao’s heart tightened.

Shen Ling, who was trying hard to maintain the last breath of Shen Feng, heard a very slight footstep. There was no facial expression on his numb face. He didn’t even bother to lift his head. Instead, he only used a husky voice to say, ”You scums. Sooner or later, you will receive your retribution, even if I die and turn into a ghost, I will surely demand for your life.”

Shen Yanxiao was slightly surprised. Her eyes reddened. Shen Ling, who had always been reticent, was now cursing with such vicious words. It could be seen that Shen Duan’s and Shen Yue’s methods were so devoid of conscience.

”Fifth Uncle... It’s me.”

Shen Ling’s sorry figure turned stiff, he looked up in surprise. With a faint light, he saw the pale face of Shen Yanxiao.

”Little... Xiao...how did you come here?” Shen Ling never expected that he could still see Shen Yanxiao.

”Hurry and leave from here! The Vermillion Bird Clan is completely done for. Go as far as you can, and don’t ever come back!” Shen Ling almost exhausted all his strength to shout.