"Mom, don't worry, I will definitely find the murderer who killed you and bring him to you with my own hands to apologize to you."

Xiao Yifeng spoke word by word, his voice was sonorous and powerful, with endless killing intent, and his fists clenched loudly.

"And that home, I will take back the shame they brought to us, mother and son, one by one. I will bring your mother's memorial tablet back to that home in a dignified manner, and let that woman kneel down to apologize to you and pay the due price.

There’s a price to pay!”

Every word Xiao Yifeng said seemed extremely heavy and firm, with a strong sense of commitment.

In Yanjing, somewhere in a pavilion with a beautiful environment, a richly dressed, elegant and noble lady was sitting here. Suddenly, the tea cup in her hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces with a crack.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Behind the lady stood a woman in her thirties, her face was startled, and she quickly spoke.

"I suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen." The lady frowned slightly and her eyes flickered.

"How could it be? Madam, you must have not slept well. You are overthinking it." The woman said with a smile.

"Maybe..." the lady said lightly, with a strange look in her eyes.

After kneeling on the cemetery for more than an hour, Xiao Yifeng slowly stood up, looked at his mother's grave, bowed deeply, and said: "Mother, I know you have always been thinking of father in your heart, and I promise you,

Whether he is alive or dead, I will investigate thoroughly."

After saying this, Xiao Yifeng turned around and left here.

After saying goodbye to the Fang family, Xiao Yifeng did not return to the company, but drove around Tianhai City in his car, brows thinking, not knowing what he was thinking.

“Antique Street!”

Xiao Yifeng's eyes saw a huge signboard in the distance, which said "Antique Street". With a focused look, he parked the car here and walked inside.

Walking into this antique street, Xiao Yifeng saw that the street was full of shops and stalls, all selling various antiques and antiques.

Of course, some of these antiques and antiques are genuine and some are fake. It all depends on the buyer's discernment. However, this antique street seems to be very lively and has a large flow of people.

As Xiao Yifeng walked, he opened his clairvoyant eyes to see if he could find any treasures or spiritual stones containing spiritual energy that would help his cultivation.

While walking, Xiao Yifeng suddenly stopped and glanced at a stall next to him, a blue light flashing through his eyes.

"Sir, come and take a look. I have all priceless antiques here. These are passed down from our family's ancestors and they are absolutely genuine."

Seeing Xiao Yifeng walking over, the owner of the stall immediately started selling enthusiastically.

The stalls were filled with porcelain cups and the like, which looked like fakes and were used to deceive ignorant people. Xiao Yifeng was naturally not interested in these things.

His eyes were fixed on a black token at the corner of the stall. This token was completely black and had strange and mysterious lines carved on it. It looked very ordinary and would not attract anyone's attention at all.

"How to sell this thing?" Xiao Yifeng directly picked up the black token and looked at the stall owner and said directly.

"This..."

Seeing Xiao Yifeng holding this black token in his hand, the enthusiasm on the stall owner's face suddenly disappeared, and he lost all interest. It was obvious that this token was not worth much at all to him.

"Sir, this token is not worth much. Why don't you look at other things? This porcelain cup was used by the emperor of the Song Dynasty. It is absolutely priceless."

"I'm sorry, I just need this thing. Please give me a price." Xiao Yifeng said calmly while holding the token.

"Since you want that, sir, let's give it a thousand yuan." The stall owner looked at Xiao Yifeng and made a price.

Xiao Yifeng looked at the other party with a playful smile: "You are treating me like a monkey, right? In that case, I don't want it anymore."

"Sir, wait a minute, wait a minute, how about one hundred, just one hundred?" the stall owner said quickly.

"Fifty, no need to look for it."

Xiao Yifeng threw down the fifty yuan and took the token and left. The stall owner didn't show any anger and put away the fifty yuan. The black token was worthless in his eyes. The fifty yuan

It's a waste of money.

But not long after Xiao Yifeng left, a group of men wearing black shirts appeared in front of the stall. Looking at this group of people, the stall owner's expression suddenly changed.

"Everyone...what can you do?"

The leader, a man with a deep face and an icy aura, glanced at the stall, his face hardened, and he looked directly at a young man next to him and said, "Didn't you say that thing is here?"

The young man also looked at the stall, and his expression suddenly changed.

"I clearly saw a black token here before, why is it gone?"

The young man said with a trembling voice. He glanced at the stall owner suddenly, grabbed him by the collar, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you have a black token on your stall before? Why isn't there now?"

Already?"

"I...I..." The stall owner's face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"If you don't say anything, I will kill you." The young man shouted with a cold murderous intention in his eyes.

"I said, I said."

The stall owner was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and said in a stuttering voice: "Just now...someone bought...that token."

Upon hearing the stall owner's words, the expressions of the young man and the man with a deep face changed. The latter said directly: "Who bought it, please tell me in detail."

After listening to what the stall owner said, the middle-aged man with a deep face glanced at the stall owner and said, "Find that person and I'll give you 100,000."

"Ten...ten thousand..." The stall owner suddenly froze, his eyes widened with a look of astonishment on his face.

Somewhere in the antique street, Xiao Yifeng was walking while looking at the black token in his hand. The patterns on it were strange and mysterious, but it looked very ordinary and there was nothing surprising about it.

But under Xiao Yifeng's clairvoyant eyes, he felt an energy from the token. This energy was very strange, but it was real.

This token does not look ordinary, but Xiao Yifeng studied it carefully, but could not see the mystery in it. Moreover, although Xiao Yifeng could sense that this token contained a strange energy, he could not see it.
Chapter completed!