Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1150 - 1148: Yi Siyu Is Missing!

After Yi Siyu left the house, Yi Shengmang was uneasy and sent a follower to accompany her.

He wasn't worried about Yi Siyu's safety.

In the Main City of the Shennong Clan, who would dare lay a hand on his daughter.

What concerned him was Yi Siyu's soft heart, that she might not be able to kill Lin Fan.

Yi Shengmang knew this as well.

This was Yi Siyu's first time taking action, after all, and there was bound to be some unease in her heart.

Although he was quite pleased with his beauty trap tactic.

He feared that Yi Siyu's compassion might ruin things.

So he had a follower tail her in secret.

To lend a hand if necessary.

However.

A whole day and night passed.

When Yi Shengmang woke from his chair, he found that it was already broad daylight, with the piercing sunlight glaring into his eyes.

He felt his back sore and body aching.

He twisted his body, stretched his limbs, and stood up supporting himself against the chair.

He glanced around, feeling somewhat dazed.

As if something still needed to be done.

He furrowed his brows and suddenly recalled the events of last night.

He slapped his thigh.

How did he manage to fall asleep?

"Siyu, Siyu."

He called out, hurrying towards Yi Siyu's room.

If Yi Siyu had killed Lin Fan, then Yi Tianqiu would be saved.

He rushed three steps to the door, didn't say a word, and pushed it open directly.

"Siyu, why didn't you tell Dad last night..."

The voice abruptly stopped.

Yi Shengmang stood dazed in the room, at a loss.

The room was empty, with no trace of Yi Siyu.

The bed was clean and tidy, showing no signs of being occupied.

Buzz—

Yi Shengmang's mind went blank.

This meant that Yi Siyu hadn't returned last night.

She hadn't come back the entire night!

Moreover.

Even now, there was no sign of her!

His body trembled violently, feeling as if a heavy blow had struck his heart, leaving his mind somewhat unclear.

How, how could this be...

Yi Shengmang's body swayed a couple of times, feeling the world spinning around him, and he plopped heavily onto the bed.

Could it be... Siyu she...

He stared wide-eyed, almost bursting, his hands shaking uncontrollably, gripping the mattress tightly, veins bulging along his arms.

No, no.

Last night, he had sent a follower to tail her secretly; Yi Siyu shouldn't have encountered trouble.

A flash of realization hit him, and his eyes widened.

But it seemed the follower hadn't returned either.

Whoosh!

Yi Shengmang leapt off the bed, rushed out the door like an arrow.

"Where are they?! Where has everyone gone?!"

His roar was thunderous, shaking the earth and mountains.

Soon, he alarmed all the followers within the residence.

The followers saw Yi Shengmang raging like a mad lion, each frightened, falling to the ground in a heap like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.

Yi Shengmang scanned them with a glance.

Indeed, the follower sent out last night was missing, making his heart sink in panic.

"Is everyone here?! Where did they go?!"

Anger clouded his judgment, now he was not only losing a son but also risking his daughter. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

All crouched on the floor, trembling, too scared to speak.

Yi Shengmang was about to erupt in curses.

Just then.

The mansion gate suddenly burst open.

The follower sent out last night stumbled and staggered in, face full of panic.

"Master... Master!"

The follower crawled up to Yi Shengmang, half-rolling, half-climbing.

Yi Shengmang was startled and scrutinized him for a moment.

The follower's face was blackened, initially thought to be dirt, but on closer observation, it was dried blackened blood stains.

Disheveled, extremely embarrassed.

He also emitted the foul stench of garbage, resembling someone who had just been retrieved from a cesspool.

Yi Shengmang quickly stepped back, pinched his nose.

"What happened? Why are you in this state?"

The follower cried bitterly, eyes full of fear, as if he had just returned from a journey through Hell, his body trembling violently.

"Master... Master..."

"Speak up, what happened?!"

"Miss... Miss never came out from the inn..."

"Didn't come out?" Yi Shengmang felt a heavy thud in his heart, his intuition proving accurate.

"I, I waited the entire night, but never, never saw any sign of the Miss..."

"Did Siyu go in?"

"Y-yes... I followed Miss to the alley, saw her enter the inn, so I waited outside the alley, never leaving... But... but Miss never came out again..."

The follower seemed driven insane, hoarsely choking, trembling, speaking haltingly.

It was as if he was recounting something incredibly terrifying.

His eyes nearly popping from their sockets, filled with panic and terror, even to the point where every strand of his hair stood on end.

The followers exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what on earth this man had experienced last night to drive him to such madness.

From what he described, it didn't seem enough to cause such extreme panic.

Yi Shengmang also realized this.

With a frown, eagle-eye sharp, he coldly asked the follower, "Why are you in this state?"

The follower swallowed, lifted his head from the ground.

The ghost-like gaze sent chills down Yi Shengmang's spine, making his scalp tingle.

"Last night... I waited... waited for Miss... thought she would soon... soon be done... But as I waited, the night grew late... yet there was no sign of Miss... Just as I was about to leave... suddenly there was a demonic wind... it made my hair stand on end... I felt something was wrong... turned to run... but... but something hit me hard on the back of my head... I... I blacked out without even seeing who it was... When I awoke this morning... I found myself in this state, lying in a pile of trash."

The follower spoke with tears and snot running down his face.

From his account, he hadn't seen the shadow of the assailant.

But Yi Shengmang's hair stood on end, beads of sweat suddenly appearing on his forehead.

Others might not know, but he was acutely aware.

It must have been Lin Fan.

Clearly, he had already acted against Siyu and even noticed the follower sent in secret to track, intending to silence him.

But never expected this follower to be so resilient, actually surviving it.

Yi Shengmang felt somewhat uneasy, his legs turning weak, yet his body felt astonishingly heavy.

His vision went black, almost fainting.

All the followers were stunned.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Everyone rose hurriedly, ready to assist.

But Yi Shengmang steadied himself.

Slowly opened his eyes.

A sharp gleam shot from his eyes, glaring forward fiercely.

It was a raging fire of fury.

The hidden intent to kill all surfacing.

Savage.

Vicious.

Frenzy!

Yi Shengmang's mouth twitched slightly.

"Lin, Fan..."

He spat out the words viciously, as if chewing them to pieces.

"Master... should we... should we send people to surround the inn? Bring Lin Fan back?"

The follower who narrowly escaped death was also taken aback by Yi Shengmang's expression, cautiously suggesting.

Yi Shengmang took a couple of deep breaths.

The panic vanished without a trace.

Now his face carried only two words—revenge.

Lin Fan wasn't dead, which meant Yi Tianqiu would surely die.

To save Yi Tianqiu, he had to risk everything.

However.

He was a clever man, naturally wouldn't risk his own life.

Given Lin Fan's skills, even if the entire mansion banded together, they wouldn't be a match for him alone.

Yi Shengmang pondered, eyes snapping open with a cruel, cunning smile on his lips.

Yi Siyu's incident conveniently gave him an excuse.

"You, send people to guard the alley exit of the inn, let no one in or out!"

"Yes!"

"You, come with me to see the Clan Leader."

Yi Shengmang hauled the follower who survived by the skin of his teeth, striding swiftly out the door.