For decades of pride, Ji Yuting pressed it to the ground of the ancestral hall without leaving any room, and smashed it into pieces.
When a middle-aged man has to be whipped in public, he has no face at all, especially after the whipping, the elders of the Ji family will mark his and Ji Xinghui's names out of the Ji family tree.
Before sentencing, letting him feel such humiliation is completely murderous.
Ji Yuting is too cruel.
Ji Yong stared angrily at Ji Yuting not far ahead, full of unwillingness, and drove him to break the pot and said: "Ji Yuting! What's the point of just dealing with me? Ji De, Ji Taoran, the housekeeper Lao Li, and even the old man, they are all
Accomplice, if you have the ability, you will not be recognized by your relatives and all of them will be dealt with. Otherwise, how can your parents feel at ease?"
Ji Yuting's dark eyes were stern, his hands under the cuffs of his suit clenched the armrests of the chair, and rage gradually surged through his body.
Si Nian was very discerning and found tape and wrapped it around Ji Yong's mouth to prevent him from making any more radical remarks.
Ji Yong groaned a few times, his eyes full of anger.
Uncle Li suddenly swung his training whip and landed heavily on his back.
The sudden severe pain in his back made Ji Yong look ferocious and it was difficult to maintain his dignity.
Whoosh!
The frightening sound of the whip was right next to my ears, and every blow caused a burst of life-threatening pain.
Ji Yong could clearly feel drops of blood flowing down his back.
The training whip had barbs, and every time Uncle Li swung his hand hard, it would definitely split the skin and flesh, and the pain would penetrate to the bone marrow.
The entire Ji family watched in silence.
Some of the younger generation couldn't bear to watch such a bloody scene, and their hearts trembled. Even the elders who were used to big scenes also had heavy eyes.
Ji Xinyi was so frightened that she shrank into Shengge's arms. Shengge comforted her back and reached out to block her sight, preventing her from seeing the nerve-wracking scene.
In the entire ancestral hall, there was only the sound of Uncle Li cracking his whip, and the atmosphere was solemn and scary.
Ji Yong was strong at the beginning, but gradually collapsed in the end. He was no longer young, his physical fitness had declined, and he couldn't bear it at all.
Shengge didn't look at the bloody scene in the center of the ancestral hall, but looked at Ji Yuting who was sitting at the head.
His dark eyes were cold and expressionless, and his whole body was staring numbly and coldly. As a person in power, he was watching this family affair with the majesty of an absolute superior.
But Shengge felt very sorry for him and couldn't help but sigh.
Twenty whippings were carried out quickly.
But most of the Ji family members watching the scene felt uncomfortable.
After a family torture, many people's faces were pale, their hands were shaking, and their feet were even weak.
Ji Yong could yell a few words at first, but after the training and whipping, he could only lie on the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to get up.
However, Uncle Li had a good sense of control. The injury from the twenty-thousand whip looked horrifying, but in fact it only injured the skin and flesh, and the muscles and bones on his back were not damaged at all.
Ji Yong was sweating from the pain, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, but his mind was clear and he couldn't faint even if he wanted to.
The respected elders of the Ji family took the genealogy in front of him and announced that his family's name would be crossed out.
Ji Yongyong's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached. Even if he was whipped, he still had to witness his family's names being crossed out from the family he had lived in all his life, and then being thrown away like a useless dog that no one wanted.
The Deki family's mansion.
The pain of killing someone is truly unforgettable.