After Mu Yan and Mu Bai returned to the temple, Mu Bai kept holding Mu Yan's hand. She walked there and wherever he followed. Finally, Mu Yan smiled and turned around, held his face up, and squinted his eyes and said, "Do you have something to do?"

Mu Bai's eyes felt guilty and he floated around, but he didn't dare to float on Mu Yan's body.

They completed several more world tasks. When they were bored, Mu Bai suddenly wanted to see the "past" of Ling Suzhi and Mo Qinghan, so he pulled Mu Yan in an interest, but was almost swallowed by despair...

...

The thick night was soaked in blood and slowly fell into the boy's heart. The women's shrill shouts penetrated the entire luxurious mansion, making the boy's gums clenched and his grimas were slight.

At this time, the servant in front of him had already put on his robe and said to him solemnly: "Young Master, you are the last hope of the Ling family, I hope you take care of it."

After saying that, the servant smiled at the boy, his eyebrows and eyes were five points similar to those of the boy, and he was pretty and beautiful.

"don't want……"

As soon as the boy spoke, the servant rushed out without hesitation. He fled quickly and made some noises from time to time. Everyone who was looking for him in the mansion quickly locked him.

"Damn it, I found it, chase it!"

"Chasing!"

The boy's heart was tight and he listened attentively. He kept praying and begging, but in just a moment, the boy heard the grim smile like a tiger, leopard, jackal and wolf.

"Damn little boy, I finally found you! I ask you, are you a little boy from the Ling family?"

"Get out! Let go of my husband!"

"Ah... Damn, I dare to bite me! Fuck! I've peeled you off!"

"Don't kill the man, the adults still have to ask questions."

"Walk!"

...

Listening to the detachment of his steps, the young man covered in carbon ash did not dare to act rashly, because he knew that if he stepped forward impulsively, he was just seeking death.

Not only will it not be able to take revenge at that time, it will also make the sacrifice of the whole mansion meaningless.

He wants to endure it!

Be sure to endure!

The boy clenched his fists, letting his fingernails embedded in his palms, letting his chest roll, and letting blood flow out of his mouth, and having to endure it.

Finally, the sky gradually became brighter and there was no sound around. The boy gritted his teeth and crawled out of the firewood pile and staggered out.

The corpses along the way were everywhere, and the blood wherever they passed could even stick to his footsteps, his soul, his heart...

Through the dog hole when he was playing in childhood, the boy finally arrived at his parents' courtyard. At this time, his father's body was hung high in the corridor, and the skin starting from his neck was pulled out, and the body was shaking back and forth in the night wind.

The blood ticked and fell to the ground, and the poison of rotten bones grabbed every breath of the boy.

An unprecedented hatred blocked his chest, causing his small body to twitch continuously.

He hates it!

Very hate, very hate!

Not far from the corridor, his gentle and virtuous mother lay on the ground without any slightest strands. Her posture was extremely insulting, like a giant frog with her flesh stripped off on the chopping board. Her body was turbid, and her blood and internal organs were all pulled out.

My mother's eyes were round and rolling, staring at her father's direction...

In the grass not far away, his clothes were scattered everywhere, and the little guy who had told him not long ago was also lying naked inside.

The blood mixed with turbid white flowed down her body and eventually sank into the mud...

The young boy stood alone, his eyes full of sadness because he didn't even have the qualifications to go to collect the corpse for his parents and servants.
Chapter completed!