Facing those shallow eyes and pale face, I felt that the autumn wind seemed to be mixed with the breath of ice and snow, which made me suddenly shudder.

Then, the thin man slowly walked up the steps. Every step was slow, but every step was very steady. Although his pale hands were still holding a handkerchief and coughing gently while covering his mouth, the pace was firmer and more steady than ever before.

It seems that you are determined to win!

When he walked in front of us, Xue Qian's face was as pale as he did. He stared at him with disbelief: "Yan Qinghan?!"

Standing in front of us was the young man, Yan Qinghan, who was pale in white, and even every thin fingertip was wrapped tightly with white bandages. He looked like an ice sculpture. Yan Qinghan, the young master of the Yan family who had originally escorted Zhengjue's ashes to the west mountain!

Now, he actually appeared in front of us again!

I just felt my breathing rapid, but I was lucky enough not to be at a loss immediately. But Xue Qian was obviously in chaos. She walked to Yan Qinghan with a dragon stick, looked at the carriage down the long stairs, looked at his smiling eyes, frowned and said, "Shouldn't you be worshipping your father's spiritual throne in the West Mountain? What are you coming back to do now, you-" She paused for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "It's you?!"

Yan Qinghan still smiled and said, "Auntie, I'll disappear one day."

Xue Qian seemed to be unable to believe her guess and looked at him with wide eyes: "It's you?!"

"Why should my aunt be so surprised?"

"You, why do you do this?!"

"Not why, cough cough-" he said, while lowering his head and covering his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing twice, then raising his head, his pale cheeks were stained with a bit of pathological rosy because of the cough, but the shallow eyes made his shallow eyes look amazing. He smiled calmly, "Just want to see if the head of the Yan family is qualified to be the head of the family."

“…”

"But now it seems, it seems--but so."

He slowly walked to Yan Qingchen, looked down at the head of the Yan family who had been sitting in a wheelchair and was silent, and said slowly: "It disappointed me so much."

"Yan—Qing—Han!" Xue Qian gritted her teeth and called out his name word by word, with her eyes almost engorged and red: "You are so brave. I have asked you to take your father's spiritual position back to Yan's house to worship, and also let your father's spiritual position enter the ancestral temple. What else do you want to do? Do you want to rebel?"

"rebel?"

Yan Qinghan raised her slender and delicate eyebrows and looked at her with an interesting smile: "Auntie, don't you think it's ridiculous to say these two words?"

“…”

"Aunt, you seem to have forgotten, my surname is Yan."

As a "foreigner", Xue Qian was shocked by this sentence, her face turned red and white, and she didn't know how to deal with it for a while. Instead, Yan Qingchen, who was standing beside her, said lightly: "So what?"

Yan Qinghan turned to look at him.

"You are indeed surnamed Yan," Yan Qingchen looked at him lightly: "So, what do you want?"

I saw traces of gritting teeth on Yan Qinghan's pale and thin cheeks, but what he said was still calm and smiling, but it made everyone shudder-

"So, I'm going to get my things back."

...

When he finished saying this, there was almost a moment of hollowness in the entire wedding hall.

All the people didn't speak, and even their breathing and heartbeat were completely still. A gust of wind blew into the joy hall where the door was opened, blowing the gorgeous red silk under the eaves flying, making the moment look quiet, even with a hint of blood.

I heard someone behind me sighing softly.

There was no time to look back, and there was no chance to turn back. In this almost suffocating hollowness and silence, the guards around Xitang had obviously noticed something was wrong, and they hurriedly drew their swords and set up a vigilant formation to shrink into the center of Xitang. But just as they pulled out the sword, suddenly, behind Xitang, a heart-wrenching cry came from a distance.

It was not a scream from one person, but a scream from many people almost at the same time. The sound seemed to be very far away, because it was separated by layers of walls, but it was very close, because it was right in the Yan family!

It is the inner house of the Yan family behind Xitang!

Everyone in the wedding hall froze.

No one moved, but everyone could hear clearly. The terrible call penetrated the layers of walls and almost resounded through the sky. We could not see anything, but it seemed that we had clearly seen the blade and the sword pierced into the flesh and blood, and the blood sprayed out, dyeing the walls and the eaves of the corridors red. One by one, the fresh lives turned into cold and stiff corpses in an instant, falling among the red silk.

I subconsciously clenched my fists, only feeling cold sweat in my palms.

The terrible cry slowly calmed down in our tense breath...

But I can't imagine what kind of miserable situation the Yan family's inner house is now. I only see the guards with swords in hand. They can neither rush over to save people nor do anything here. They can only bear all that. Several people's faces are pale as bloodless.

When they turned to look at Yan Qinghan again, their eyes seemed to be looking at an evil ghost walking out of the depths of hell!

Because no one would have thought that he would start with the Yan family’s inner ward!

He was expelled from the Yan family, where he could not even step into the threshold. Even if the guards of the Yan family were wary of someone causing trouble today, they could only think of the protection in the Xitang, but they never thought that someone would start killing people from the Yan family!

Finally, the screams stopped completely.

The entire Yan family's inner house exudes a dead spirit like a grave.

Immediately afterwards, the bloody smell with evil spirit slowly spread, and almost immediately surrounded the entire Xi Hall. The red silk and burning Xi candles that floated here seemed to have become another form of blood.

Everyone understands that this wedding hall is surrounded.

At this moment, Xue Qian could not suppress her anger at all. She was about to wave towards Yan Qinghan with a dragon stick, and cursed angrily: "You unworthy descendant!"

Seeing her dragon stick, she was even more powerful than the three sticks that I hit me in public. If it really hit Yan Qinghan, I was afraid that this sick person would die suddenly if he couldn't hold on for a moment. I hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, hugged her waist and stopped her: "Old lady, stop!"

"Get out of here, get out of here!" She struggled desperately and cursed angrily: "I want to beat this unfilial son to death!"

She waved the dragon stick and almost wiped through Yan Qinghan several times. I could only stop her with all my might. Yan Qingchen looked around and gave a faint look at the maids. The maids were so scared that they were trembling, but they still hurried forward and helped me stop Xue Qian.

She was panting and her face turned pale. Yan Qinghan also had a pale face. Compared to her anger, she was calm and calm. She just covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed twice.

Finally, the maids comforted Xue Qian, and then I stood up panting, turned my head to look at Yan Qinghan, and my eyes were quenched.

He looked at me with a smile: "Qingying, you don't seem to be surprised at all."

“…”

"You have known this long ago."

“…”

Xue Qian was stunned for a moment and immediately looked at me in shock: "What did he say?"

I was silent for a while and said softly: "I am not as powerful as you said."

“…”

"Although, I should have known it earlier, after all-" I walked up to him, stared at his cheeks that were slightly red with coughing, and said word by word: "From the beginning, you have told me the answer."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows with interest: "When will I tell you?"

"On the official road, outside the pavilion."

As soon as he said this, Liu Qinghan and Wen Fengxi, who were standing aside, were obviously shocked and looked at me incredible.

I said calmly: "At that time, you used this carriage to pick me up, and you asked your subordinates to tell me that it was 'Xichuan Young Master Yan' who came to pick me up."

A smile almost overflowed from the corners of his slightly bent eyes.

"Actually, you can use the name of anyone I trust, Anjia, Tangjia, Tiejia, and any one of them are more cautious than this 'Xichuan Young Master Yan', but you just told the truth."

“…”

"Because, you have been ordained."

“…”

"You can't lie, so you pick me up with the identity of 'Xichuan Young Master Yan' because you were originally the Young Master Yan of Xichuan."

There was still a faint smile on his face, but a little cold light shone in the smile patterns in his eyes.

"Actually, I know how much you hate the Yan family in your heart. You probably hate everything the Yan family gave you to you. But in this regard, you have never violated the precepts you had received. I think it is because you want to live, right? Your disease medicine is useless and cannot be cured. You want to live, so you put it all on the Buddha, right?"

He paused for a moment, as if he was still a little resistant to what I had just said, but his eyes flashed for a long time, but he never spoke up to refute me, but smiled coldly: "Hate?"

“…”

"Why do I say I hate?"

"Of course, before this, I was just guessing. But now, you prove it yourself."

As I said, my eyes gradually became bolder and looked at his eyes like a blade. He seemed to be unable to bear the cool breeze passing through the hall in Xitang. He took a step back slightly, covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed twice.

Then, his man came over immediately outside the door and gently pushed the outermost door close.

With two long and dumb sounds, the hall slowly fell into a nearly dim light, and his smile became cold and ferocious in such a dark environment.

He smiled and said, "No wonder my father advised me not to do anything randomly."

“…”

"Because you went back to Xichuan, he told me that I may not be able to count you."

As his smile slowly floated, a chill like ice slowly rose on my face, looking at him coldly: "It's a pity, you didn't listen to your second uncle."

“…”

"Not only did you not listen to him, you still have to continue to do it."

“…”

"So, you are worried that he will become your obstacle, because the second uncle will not allow his son to do evil in his practice of Buddhism."

“…”

"You're worried that he'll tell me everything about you."

“…”
Chapter completed!