Ye Feng's words seemed to stir their numbed nerves. Someone staggered out of the group and stepped onto the stone stairs Ye Feng had made. Once someone took the lead, more and more followed, until they were scrambling to squeeze into the ventilation duct.
Looking at the crowded stone stairs and passage, Ye Feng shook his head. Then he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave, reappearing in the elderly couple's home.
The elderly couple were startled by Ye Feng's sudden appearance, but when they saw the young man on his back, something immediately occurred to them. Forgetting their fear, they hurried over to examine him.
Ye Feng laid the young man on the bed and said to the elderly couple:
"Take a look at your son. He probably hasn't eaten in a long time, and he's very weak. You'd better make him some porridge to help him regain his strength."
As he spoke, Ye Feng picked up the bowl beside him and drank some water.
But after fussing over the young man for a while, the elderly couple looked at Ye Feng with rueful smiles and said:
"This isn't our son. Did you make a mistake?"
Ye Feng's eyes went wide, and he spat out the water in his mouth.
"What! He isn't your son? Could he have lost so much weight that his appearance changed too much?"
The elderly couple also grew a little nervous as they said:
"We couldn't mistake him. Our son has a black birthmark on the back of his neck, but this young man doesn't!"
Only then did Ye Feng realize what a huge mix-up he had made:
Could they have the same name? Surely not. Did that laborer lie to me?
But this wasn't the time to ponder it. The base was