Ying Zhuyue's heart was shocked. It turned out that Yingfeng had really betrayed the family. Not only that, he also killed Yingyun! Looking at Yingyun, she suddenly felt indescribable misery in her heart, both in her past life and in this life.

She rushed towards Yingyun, but after rushing over, she passed directly through Yingyun's body. It turned out that he was just a shadow.

"Give the jade pendant to the old man. Only he can solve this matter. Yue'er, as a father, I'm sorry for you. As a father, I owe you too much. As a father..."

Shadow Cloud wanted to say something more, but his body gradually dissipated in the air.

Ying Zhuyue looked at the direction in which Yingyun disappeared, and stretched out his hand to grab him, but all he could catch was air.

Mr. Ying lived not very far from Ying Zhuyue. He stayed up all night, worrying about the affairs of Wang and Shi's family. He was meditating in his room when he suddenly felt a familiar aura.

He stood up, his body trembling slightly.

This aura he was most familiar with was Yingyun's.

He pushed open the door, and in a flash, he was already outside Ying Zhuyue's room. He knocked on the door, but found that the door was open. He pushed the door in and saw Ying Zhuyue standing there.

Staring at the air in a daze.

"Yue'er, what's wrong? Why do I feel Yun'er's breath!" Mr. Ying asked with a serious look on his face.

Ying Zhuyue did not speak, and silently handed the jade pendant to the old man's hand. Old man Ying took the jade pendant, and his expression immediately changed. This is Ying Yun's family head's token. The jade is with the man, and the jade dies with the man.

Now that the jade pendant is here but the person is not there, one can imagine Yingyun's fate.

Mr. Ying's body couldn't help but tremble, he held the jade pendant tightly, closed his eyes, and looked sad.

In the days since Yingyun disappeared, although many people in the Ying family said that he might have been killed, Mr. Ying always held a trace of luck in his heart. Even in the whole of Seoul, his son rarely encountered an opponent. Even those few who were invisible could not be seen.

Even if the old monster takes action, it can only seriously injure him, but he can escape.

But now that the facts are in front of us, no matter how much we deceive ourselves, it is pointless.

The last remaining hope was gone, and one can imagine the pain in Mr. Ying's heart. He leaned down, covering his chest with both hands, trying his best to suppress the sad cry.

The three sons of the Ying family, Ying Feng, has evil intentions. The third son, Ying Feng, has his own appearance and is full of naughty behavior. Only the eldest, Ying Yun, is worthy of the important task. Mr. Ying handed the Ying family into his hands in the first place. Over the years, he has watched the growth of the Ying family.

As my strength grew step by step, I felt very happy and felt even more grateful for the blessings of my ancestors.

But who would have thought that his eldest son, who he had high hopes for, would be killed in such an inexplicable way. He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't help but not believe what he saw in front of him.

The old man was over seventy years old. Even though he was in a high state, he suddenly faced the pain of losing his son and almost fainted. Fortunately, Ying Zhuyue saw him and supported him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." the old man murmured, but his eyes were dull and he felt ten years older.

This kind of blow would be unbearable for anyone. The reason why the old man did not fall was because there was still such a big shadow family that needed him. If he fell, then the shadow family would really be finished.

After a long while, Mr. Ying stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, raised his head, and asked: "Yue'er, this jade pendant is an ancestral item. It can preserve a person's spiritual thoughts. You are the first to come into contact with it.

What do people who see it find?"
Chapter completed!