He screamed in fear: "Come on!"

The whole courtyard was quarreled, and the maids and servants rushed over, and Chen Yuanwai was simply wearing a coat and was supported to the room where his son was. Two men hurriedly knocked the door open.

A bloody rushes into the nose.

The maid holding the lantern looked inside, "Ah!" screaming, the lantern fell to the ground.

As the swaying fire shone, a figure fell crookedly between the bed and the ground, tore open clothes, open chest, and a big mouth of belly.

The internal organs were pulled to one side with blood, not far away, and there was a blood-stained knife.

"My son..."

Mr. Chen howled, his body shook a few times, his eyes turned pale, and he fell into the maid's arms.

After a moment, the entire mansion became chaotic.

The night wind ran past the eaves.

The treetops that no one noticed, a figure in a white dress sat on it, her hair stroking. Looking at this scene, she stood up and floated away again.

...

Outside the chaotic and noisy Chen Mansion, the streets were quiet, and occasionally there were a few dog barkings. In the lighted paper window, eight big men holding silver were lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, laughing from time to time.

The toad nestled on the pillow opened one of its eyelids and glanced at the desk.

"What a fool."

I yawned and continued to fall asleep.

The oil lamp was dim, and the sleepy boy was lying on the table, already asleep, with a book written by "Shiyi of Nanshui" beside him. He flipped through a page of content in the breeze squeezing into the gap in the window.
Chapter completed!