When he said this, the evil disappeared suddenly, and with the red cloth, he suddenly disappeared into the night, silently, as if it had never appeared.

If it weren't for Jia Yan still standing there stiff, his two eyes staring straight at him, Yan Yuchi would almost have thought that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare for him.

After standing like this for a while, one of the officials glanced back at Yan Yuchi, obviously asking him what to do next. Yan Yuchi shook his head and expelled the last trace of drunkenness. He was about to answer him, but he saw the officer's eyes widen suddenly, and his facial features were distorted, as if he was suffering great pain.

"You ......" Although Yan Yuchi was afraid, he couldn't help but take a step forward and wanted to help. But before he could blurt out the words, the hairs on his body exploded one by one, like a thunderbolt from the top of his head.

He saw a pair of hands, a pair of small, black and thin hands, passing through the back of the officer's backbone, passing through his navel, and touching his ribs little by little, past his collarbone, and locked together around his neck.

With a "cluck", the officer's neck hung limply, his head rested on his right shoulder, and his tongue poked out of his mouth, crooked at the corner of his mouth full of blood foam.

A person who was okay just now, but now he looks like a duck with his neck broken. The long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell to the feet of the other servant with a "click", and the blood gushing from his neck stained the top of his companion's boot red.

The other official had never seen such a treacherous scene, he screamed "ahh However, the general only ran five or six steps, but the collar of the official uniform was suddenly retracted backwards, he was pulled by an invisible hand, and his body flew straight towards Yan Bailin's coffin, and after rolling on the coffin board a few times, he fell heavily in front of the coffin.

The coffin was very large, and the body of the servant was completely covered, but even so, from the howl of pain, Yan Yuchi knew what kind of torture he was suffering at the moment. Some of the minced meat and bones that flew out splashed on the huge coffin, making a subtle "bang" sound, and some splashed on Yan Yuchi's head and body, and even, he could vaguely taste a fishy sweet taste on his lips.

For a moment, Yan Yuchi felt that he was going crazy, he couldn't believe that such a brutal killing would be so vividly displayed in front of him, and the murderer was still his own son, although Jia Yan didn't move from beginning to end, only stared coldly at the human purgatory he created with a pair of eyes.

Yan Yuchi suddenly felt a lot of pain in his head, as if someone was cutting his brain with a hacksaw, and the pain made him hit a few times, and cold sweat fell down his spine. But the pain made him half sober from his confusion and panic, he gritted his teeth, stepped away with all his limp legs, rushed towards a side room next to the ancestral hall, closed the door with the last bit of strength he had left, and plugged in the deadbolt.

After doing all this, he slumped to the ground, panting for breath, cold and hot for a while, constantly swimming between ice and fire. He listened attentively to the movement outside the door, but found that the screams of the servants had disappeared at some point, and now it was very quiet outside, not even the chirping of the summer cicadas, and everything seemed to be covered in a huge lid, so quiet that people panicked.

Tears slipped silently from the corners of Yan Yuchi's eyes, and he looked at the dark window, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, waiting for the familiar voice as if waiting for execution.

"Father." Jia Yan's figure finally appeared, and he was now standing outside the door, his shadow pressing against the window, looking a little weird.

"Father, when you open the door, don't you want to know what Cui Yun said before she died? She's still thinking about you at the last minute. There was a cold smile in his voice, and Yan Yuchi retreated to the root of the wall, squatting against the wall, and huddled into a ball.

"I hate her hooking eyes the most, because your gaze is always on them, and of course, I only noticed when I found out about the affair between the two of you. Since then, I have understood why you are so cold to your mother, and why you are always perfunctory to her. How can you make your mother sad? She is the dearest person I have in this world, and I will never allow anyone to bully her. So, I gouged out Cui Yun's eyes. Oh, Cuiyun, she begged me bitterly before she died? She said that as long as I let you go, she would be willing to die. But people often know how fragile they are when they face death. ”

"When I put my hand into her eye socket, she cried, but she couldn't scream, so I tortured her hard, little by little, slowly gouging, and finally pulled out her two eyeballs, and then twisted her thin neck."

"Father, what, are you crying? I seem to hear you crying. My grandfather cried before he died, but his tears only made me sick. Everyone in your Yan family is nourished by my blood and bones, and everything you enjoy is exchanged for my flesh and blood, how can you have the face to cry in front of me? ”

Speaking of this, Jia Yan's tough tone suddenly softened again, but there was a bit of frivolity and mockery in it, he tapped the door panel, "Father, open the door, or do you think that this thin wooden door can really stop me?" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a thrilling "squeak" sound from the door of the side room, and the wooden door shook violently, and then it was split in two in front of Yan Yuchi's eyes and broken into two.

In the smoke and dust, Jia Yan walked in, two shadows embedded in his eyeballs, flickering, setting off his pale face more and more lifeless.

Yan Yu Chi Se shrank back, eager to stuff his body into the corner, "Jiayan, Jiayan, you are my son, how can you do this to me?" In a panic, he said the last thing he should have said.

Jia Yan stood still, the muscles at the corners of his mouth tugging at him a few times, as if someone had hooked his mouth and pulled it upward. He smiled, but there was no trace of a smile in his sharp eyes, and his neck leaned weakly in the direction of Yan Yuchi, but his spine was straight.

"I'm not Jiayan, I'm Tao Huan."

He grinned and uttered the words slowly.