C111 Bad News

However, shock and confusion only lasted for less than half a breath before Ye Wuming returned to his smiling expression.

"Haha, Little Brother Ye, what are you talking about? I am the only son of the family, and I don't have any nephew. Think about it. If I could have a nephew as talented as you, I would be so happy that I would go crazy. " Ye Wuming explained with a smile. His tone was unusually natural, and there was nothing wrong with it.

However, Ye Heng was almost 100% sure that the person in front of him, Yeh Wuming, was indeed his uncle, Ye Wuming. Therefore, how could he be confused by such skilled acting?

"Uncle, you don't have to continue acting. I think you should know that I have found you. " Ye Heng said and waved the red sachet in front of Ye Wuming.

"This sachet was made by my mother. I didn't expect you to keep it with you. "

Ye Heng said softly, his face revealing a trace of deep nostalgia.

Seeing this, Ye Wuming's tensed shoulders couldn't help but relax. He let out a light sigh and walked up to Ye Heng. He took the sachet from Ye Heng's hand and said with an unusual nostalgic tone, "Yes, if I leave it now, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. "

"If possible, I really want to thank your mother personally. "

Ye Heng's heart couldn't help but tighten when he heard this.

Mother! Could it be that something had happened!

A sense of foreboding spread from the bottom of Ye Heng's heart.

"My. . . My mother. . . Something happened to her?"

Ye Heng's face became darker than the bottom of the pot. A deep worry appeared on his face.

"Uh. . . How should I put it. . . " Ye Wuming said hesitantly.

However, Ye Wuming said half of it. His stuttering attitude made Ye Heng even more worried.

Ye Heng almost subconsciously grabbed Ye Wuming's collar and once again urgently replied, "Uncle, hurry up and say it. Don't worry about my mood. "

"Wu. . . Wu. . . "

Ye Wuming wanted to answer Ye Heng's question, but he could not catch his breath because Ye Heng grabbed his collar.

This made Ye Heng even more anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. He shook Ye Wuming's body with all his might, trying to ask something.

However, how could Ye Wuming say anything when Ye Heng shook him so violently?

After all, Ye Wuming's strength was not high. His physique and endurance were naturally low.

Just like that, in just a few breaths of time, Ye Wuming started foaming at the mouth and almost fainted.

Fortunately, at this moment, Ye Heng realized that he had lost his composure and could not help but let go of the arm that was tightly grabbing Ye Wuming's collar.

Ye Wuming, who was breathing heavily, rubbed his somewhat red neck and sucked in the air greedily.

"Phew. Phew. Hu. . . "

Ye Wuming's heavy breathing echoed in the quiet cottage.

Ye Heng did not continue asking and quietly waited for Ye Wuming to calm down.

After all, he was really not calm just now.

As long as it involved important people, Ye Heng couldn't help but be unable to calm down.

He had not been able to control himself for a while, which was why he had acted in such a manner.

Ye Heng's loss of control had almost made Ye Wuming report to Yellow Spring.

One should know that even if he didn't use his Yuan energy, * Hong Long. . . . . . *

This disturbance allowed Ye Wuming to rest for a third of the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he recovered.

"I never thought that after leaving the family, you would be able to step onto the path of martial arts once again and grow to such an extent. If your mother knew about this, she would definitely be very happy. " Ye Wuming said with a smile. He didn't pay too much attention to what had just happened.

"En, a lot of things have happened. Alright, uncle, let's not talk about this for now. My mother. . . What exactly happened to her? Please tell me truthfully. " Ye Heng did not seem particularly happy with Ye Wuming's praise. Instead, he eagerly asked about his mother.

Ye Wuming nodded at Ye Heng and cleared his throat. He said seriously, "Your mother and mother are fine, but. . . "

Ye Heng heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the first half of Ye Wuming's words, but after hearing that he was not good enough, his heart tightened again.

Ye Heng asked subconsciously, "But what?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Ye Wuming's eyes when he heard Ye Heng's question. He continued, "But your mother entered a state of suspended animation!"

"What? Fake death state?!" Ye Heng could not help repeating the word Ye Wuming said. Shock was expressed in his words. He stared straight at Ye Wuming, trying to see if he was lying from his eyes.

"Yes, it's a fake death. " Ye Wuming did not dodge. He looked at Ye Heng with determination and sadness in his eyes.

Although fake death was a fake death, if one wasn't careful, fake death would become real death. The danger involved was obvious.

A person in Fake Death would not only not have any reaction to the outside world, but the life force in his body would also dissipate bit by bit as time passed.

When all the life force dissipated, Fake Death would become true death and there would be no possibility of awakening.

Ye Heng naturally knew all of this very well.

At this moment, the spacious room became silent.

Ye Heng didn't say anything, and so did Ye Wuming.

Ye Wuming knew that he had to give his nephew some time to accept reality. After all, this news was too heavy for him.

However, what surprised Ye Wuming was that after ten breaths, Ye Heng's expression returned to normal.

It seemed that in these three years, his nephew's strength had only increased, and his mind had also grown.

Ye Wuming's eyes could not help but carry a few traces of praise.

"Uncle, please tell me what caused my mother to fall into a false death state. " Ye Heng's face was calm. Although his tone was unusually calm, it contained a faint killing intent.

Under normal circumstances, other than cultivation deviation, one would not easily enter a false death state.

Then there was only one possibility left. It must be because of the outside world that caused the body to fall into a state of serious injuries. In order to protect himself, the body automatically entered a false death state.

"Fang Clan!" Ye Wuming lightly spat out two words, and his eyes could not help but be filled with anger.

Fang family? Ye Heng was stunned when he heard this, and then he suddenly remembered something.

The young man carrying zheng he met in Yiwan City was a member of the Fang family. When the two of them were connected, a terrifying thought emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Could it be that the Fang family has attacked the family?" Because the family had expelled him, Ye Heng was unable to call out our family. Thus, he omitted us, making it sound like there was a difference between the two of them.

However, Ye Wuming did not care about Ye Heng's wording. He solemnly nodded his head and continued, "Although we haven't made a move yet, we have secretly used quite a number of methods. First, we cut off our family's goods, and then we destroyed three low-grade Essence Crystal mines. "

Speaking up to this point, Ye Wuming couldn't help gnashing his teeth in anger.

Fortunately, Ye Heng didn't have to wait for too long. Ye Wuming changed the topic to what Ye Heng was most concerned about.

"Your mother was the one responsible for delivering the goods last time, and because she didn't want the goods to be stolen, she forcefully confronted the two Essence Image Stage warriors of the Fang family. Originally, she wouldn't have fallen to the ground like this. But. . . "

Speaking up to this point, Ye Wuming was burning with anger. His anger was clearly shown on his face.

"Your second uncle's son was also in the convoy escorting the goods. In order to protect him, your mother was struck by the full strength of that Essence Image Stage warrior on the spot. "

"It's him!" After hearing Ye Wuming's words, a frightening light shot out from Ye Heng's eyes.

"Ye Sheng!" Ye Heng squeezed out these two words through the gaps between his teeth.

If it was someone else, Ye Heng would believe it was unintentional.

However, if it was his second uncle's Ye Sheng who appeared there, then there was no possibility that it was an accident.

That hypocritical and cunning second uncle of Ye Heng must have sent his son there to cause his mother to be seriously injured or even to die on the spot.

Besides, he must have been watching from the side. Firstly, he wanted to confirm the outcome of the matter with his own eyes. Secondly, he wanted to save his son when his son was in danger.

"Then how did my mother return to the clan in the end?" Ye Heng thought of this and couldn't help but ask Ye Wuming.

After all, there were two Essence Image Stage warriors in the Fang family, and his hypocritical second uncle could only save his son. There was no way he could save his mother.

"That's because your father arrived in time. " Ye Wuming said with a grateful tone.

"Father?" Ye Heng repeated the word 'father'. A tall and stern figure appeared in front of his eyes. It was his father.

"Luckily, your father was at the high level of the Martial realm. Not only did he not fall into a disadvantageous position, he even killed one person in the end. Unfortunately, the other person ran away. Otherwise, he would have gotten some information about the Fang Clan. " Ye Wuming said with a look of admiration.

After that, he added in a low voice: "Unfortunately, if my dantian hadn't been broken, I might be able to help. "

After hearing Ye Wuming's words, Ye Heng couldn't help but feel sad.

When his uncle was young, he was also a heaven warping genius. He was already an Essence Image Stage warrior before the age of thirty.

However, during a family mission, he was unexpectedly surrounded by the experts of the enemy forces.

Although he risked his life to kill his way out of the bloody path, his body was left with an unrecoverable internal injury, and his dantian was completely destroyed. There was no way he could step onto the path of martial arts again.

Just like that, the star that was once known as the brightest star in the Ye Clan fell in the blink of an eye.