The hall suddenly became quiet, silent, as if a needle fell off at that moment and would be heard on the ground.

Then, everyone looked at the door, looking at the man with his back facing the sun and his face was in the shadow.

Yin Mingyang suddenly stood up, his lips squirmed for a moment, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end, no sound came out.

Most of the people in this hall, except for Xiaoshi who was playing with Yin Hai, who came to the Yin family two years ago, everyone else knew the identity of the young man standing at the door at this moment.

For some reason, everyone suddenly became silent and no one made any noise.

A moment later, suddenly, a sound with a little anger sounded, and it was Xiaoshi who rushed to Yin Hai. He stared at Yin He who was standing at the door and shouted loudly: "Hey, who are you? Why are you so rude? And your feet have stepped on my young master's glass beads!"

Yin He was about to enter the hall and stopped. At that moment, his posture seemed a little strange, and there was a little embarrassment. One foot was outside the threshold, and the other foot was stretched in, but stepped on the glass bead.

Yin He stood there without any movement or saying anything. His face looked very calm. After lowering his head and staring at Yin Hai who was standing there a little surprised, his eyes looked at Xiaoshi who was angry and questioning him.

The hall was still strangely quiet, no one spoke, and no one was there.

No one came out to explain, no one came out to rescue, and of course, no one came out to welcome his arrival.

The sun shines on the body, but it seems a little cool.

Yin He's eyes passed over the two people in front of him and looked into the distance. He saw Yin Mingyang, his biological father who was on the side of the master, and his expression looked a little subtle; he saw the woman standing beside him with charming but cold eyes; and even further away, those familiar faces, and those servants who had grown up with him in this mansion, looked as strange as ice.

While Yin He was scanning everyone, everyone in the front hall was also watching the young master of the Yin family who reappeared three years later. In the glitz and extravagant legend in the holy city, he once had the nickname of Prince Yu, and was also a handsome man in the hearts of many noble girls from aristocratic families. However, now, three years later, his face no longer had the white and tender skin on his face. Although his facial features are still contoured, there are several scars of all sizes, which can be seen vaguely on his forehead, cheeks, and even on his neck. From this, we can imagine what he had experienced in the past three years.

In this strange silence, Xiao Shi, who was scolding but was ignored, saw his little master Yin Hai standing there blankly, feeling at a loss. After looking at the glass bead that was trampled under his feet from time to time, he suddenly rushed up. This was a god-given opportunity to please the young master in front of the head and his wife that fell from the sky.

Moreover, if this person was a distinguished guest, wouldn’t the head and wife have come to greet him long ago? When she thought of this, Xiaoshi’s courage suddenly increased, and she showed anger and fierce look on her face. She glared at Yin He and shouted again: “I said, have you heard it? Are you deaf? You stepped on my young master’s bead, please stop your feet!”

The sunlight shone down from behind, and the shadow seemed to tremble slightly. Then everyone saw Yin He standing at the door shrank back slightly, and his foot slowly raised.

Yin Mingyang's eyes softened a little. Hu Ji, who was standing beside him, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. The servants behind them were staring at each other, and their eyes and expressions were filled with indescribable complex emotions.

Everything seems to be developing in a better direction; everything seems to be calm and harmonious.

Until Yin He's body suddenly stopped, his feet, which were lifted into the air, suddenly stopped, and then at the moment when everyone's expressions suddenly became stiff from soothing, he stepped on them again indifferently!

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the glass bead instantly shattered under his feet, and all the fantasy and beautiful lusters disappeared together, turning into countless pieces of big and small, making a sharp, chilling sound in his heart, echoing in this hall.

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Everyone in the hall was stunned. No one here expected this scene to appear suddenly, so that everyone didn't react at that moment.

The first one to wake up from surprise was the youngest child Yin Hai. He looked at the broken bead fragments and suddenly showed an expression of disappointment on his face. He almost cried out with a "wow" and shouted loudly: "You, you broke my bead..."

This shout immediately woke Xiaoshi, who was also stunned by his side. At this moment, Xiaoshi's face had turned ashen, and his anger and humiliation rose like flames in his heart. He rushed to Yin Hai and roared at Yin He: "Bastard, what are you doing..."

"puff!"

Halfway through the roaring words, Xiaoshi's voice suddenly disappeared, and a dull sound suddenly sounded from him. Yin He suddenly raised his knees, and without any hesitation, even with a bit of fierce and barbaric aura, he hit Xiaoshi's abdomen heavily.

"Ah..." A few screams of exclamations came from several other places in the hall. The people next to them seemed to be unable to accept the sudden out of control of the matter.

At the door, Xiao Shi, who was suddenly hit hard, suddenly shouted arrogantly from the front, and suddenly curled up like a river shrimp. His face turned pale and his mouth was wide open. You could even see the saliva in his mouth flowing out of control.

However, the matter did not end there. In the horrific and inexplicable eyes of everyone, Yin He took a step forward, crossed the threshold, and finally walked into the hall completely.

Three years later, he returned to this home again.

His eyes were as cold as that dark and windy night. He was alone in the terrifying Shura hell. Countless corpses surrounded him, blood was scattered, and corpses were everywhere. He also burned the terrifying insects to death in the blazing fire.

The eyes were so cold that they didn't seem to be angry at all, and they didn't even look like humans.

He grabbed Xiaoshi, who was trembling and retching after being severely injured, and then slammed his elbow hard on his face. With a "pop", something seemed to have broken, and then bright red blood splashed out suddenly and splashed everywhere.

Xiaoshi staggered backwards, as if he was already confused during this moment, but the person in front of him was like a demon, knocking him down with one punch, and then riding on him with great viciousness.

In this hall, in front of everyone, in those stunned and at a loss, he raised his fists like a violent madman, and slapped hard towards the young servant's face.

One punch, one punch, one punch!

The skin was broken, the flesh was broken, and the blood was blown out, and it hit a lot of blood.

One punch, one punch, one punch!

Fist to the flesh, fist to the blood!

Blood flew everywhere, dyeing his fists and clothes red. The breath of blood was like a terrible night in the inner ring.

It turns out that the taste of everyone's blood is the same.

For the demon.
Chapter completed!