The sword in Yi Yan's hand pierced into Ji Lianhai's chest, and the feeling of stabbing into the flesh and penetrated from the cracks of the bones clearly into his heart.

The ringtone had already subsided and the copper bell fell to the ground.

Yi Yan couldn't believe it. He looked at Ji Lianhai's incredible eyes at close range and his big mouth. He could see the sword in his chest flowing along the blade. The breath that could not be connected to his throat rushed on his face, wet and hot.

Yi Yan really wanted to get rid of Ji Lianhai at the moment when he seemed to be dying in the darkness, but that was just a moment of thought. At this time, he didn't believe that he really stabbed his chest with a sword. He could clearly feel the power that was slowly fading in his arms. This power came from deep in his heart and disappeared into nothingness.

The fact that Ji Lianhai was about to die was intertwined in his mind, and the madness he had just been in the dark. This madness made him feel that the sword in front of him was not real. However, Ji Lianhai's unwilling eyes and the body that was sucking the sword and falling backward made him feel that the madness was so real.

In a blink of an eye, the sudden change in the ancestral hall shocked everyone. The final picture they saw was Ji Lianhai with a sword stuck in his body, lying under the coffin, while Yi Yan stood beside Ji Lianhai.

Killing people will naturally pay for your life. How can you escape in full view of everyone?

The first thing that came to the reaction was not the Pastor Charles who had not left, not the officials, nor Yi Yan himself, but her mother Yi Meihong.

She saw a panic on her face, and rushed to the ancestral hall, but rushed to the huge black coffin, knelt down on the ground, pounded the coffin with her hands, and cried loudly: "Ah, you are cruel, you will die if you die, why are you coming back to harm people? You have harmed the mage and your own son. Ah... I have never seen you so cruel, you will be unable to live in peace if you become a ghost, why do you still harm people? Why do you want to harm Master Ji..."

A small person has the wisdom of survival and survival.

Just as everyone saw that scene just now, they were all surprised that Yi Yan actually killed Ji Lianhai. Now, hearing Yi Yan's mother Yi Meihong cried like this, I couldn't help but think that there was no ghost. Looking at the coffin again, the cold air suddenly rose from my back.

No matter whether what Yi Meihong said is true or false, at least everyone is feeling distressed now. Such ghosts and gods are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Those officials didn't understand what was going on, but they couldn't let Yi Yan go and immediately took Yi Yan with them.

Although Yi Yan was still immersed in the horror of murder, he also learned from his mother's crying. Just when the head official grabbed his shoulder, he suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body trembling.

The official was shocked and his hands shrank back as if they were burned by fire, and took a few steps back.

Yi Yan fell to the ground, his mouth tilted to one side, and he made mumbling words that no one could understand. He was light and heavy, laughed strangely, cried loudly, and struggled, as if someone was grabbing him, and then he knelt down and bowed.

"Ah, Yan'er, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Yan'er..." Yi Meihong pounced on Yi Yan and cried.

The sudden situation on Yi Yan and Yi Meihong cried, making the officials suddenly not know how to deal with it.

At this time, Charles walked in. He was in his forties, but because he had been wandering on the sea for many years, he spread his faith everywhere with the boat. In the past three years, he was in a foreign land, looking like a fifty-year-old. He looked at the obviously opened coffin and Ji Lianhai who was lying under the coffin, and was secretly shocked.

He had the most experience of Ji Lianhai's evil spells, and he was forced to retreat just now.

He was not very proficient in the Qing language and could not quite understand what Yi Meihong was crying. However, at this time, it was clearer than before. Yi Yan's body must not be simple. He could also feel the evil that was disappearing quickly on Yi Yan's body. He moved slightly and said, "The devil's curse has appeared, and here has been polluted, and must be quiet." After that, he pointed to Yi Yan who fell to the ground and said, "The curse on him must be expelled as soon as possible."

When Yi Meihong heard Charles' stiff words, she felt equally uneasy and didn't know how Jinghua went back. She thought to herself: "If you don't get arrested and go to the lawsuit, you can let him take it."

But she was also afraid that the barbarian would be uneasy to take her son away. When she thought of this, she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, so she cried loudly: "Ah... why did you leave so early? How can we, the orphans and widows, live?"

Crying while slapping the coffin.

At this moment, someone suddenly walked in. When he stood there, he blocked the dark sky like a black tower.

Everyone looked back at him, and even Pastor Charles was surprised. He only heard him say, "I heard that Brother Liangkang's mourning hall is located here, so I'm here to worship."

This man spoke concisely, and did not look at others while speaking, but just looked at Yi Meihong. Yi Meihong stood up and returned the favor, and asked him for his name again.

"It turned out to be my sister-in-law. Wang Su, who has worked with Brother Liangkang for many years. This time, I came not only to pay homage to Mr. Lin on behalf of Mr. Lin, but also to bring the pensions given by Mr. Lin."

Under the candlelight, this man named Wang Su was taller than Charles, with a rough face, a pair of sharp eyes outside the roots, a sheathed sword around his waist, and a gray cloth robe, which looked like a rich man walking in the world.

Wang Su's appearance brought a turning point to Yi Yan's family.

An incident that made Yi Yan feel a catastrophe changed instantly after his appearance, just like a storm that was already in front of him, but was dispelled by a wave of his hand.

After Wang Su just said a few words to the police, the police carried Ji Lianhai away.

Wang Su did not follow them, but looked at Charles.

Charles' skin exposed outside his clothes could feel the faint chill. He knew that the man in front of him must have been a soldier who had been refined by iron and blood.

As an Englishman who had been in this dark land for three years, he knew that those who had achieved military merits in the army in the Qing Dynasty would be rewarded with a method of practice called "The Legend of the Soldiers" and the one in front of him must have been practiced, otherwise he would not have been so consolidated and solemn.

He lowered his head slightly and stopped looking at Wang Su.

Because he felt the danger, it was a kind of ancient well-being but profound danger. In this Qing Dynasty, some soldiers who practiced were the most terrifying. He was devout to the Bible, but he never showed his indifference to death. On the contrary, he respected life, whether it was his own or others.

Charles looked at the boy who was lying on the ground and knew that he could not lead him into the Lord's arms today. But he became even more determined to lead him into the Lord's arms, because in his heart, this boy was brave and smart.

He could see that Yi Yan was pretending.

Charles left, and the rest of the people who watched the fun also returned. In the end, Yi Yan's uncle carried Yi Yan home, Yi Yan woke up. He was indeed pretending. The moment his mother Yi Meihong cried and slapped the coffin, he was inspired.

When the uncle saw Yi Yan woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief. After comforting each of them for a while, he went home. Yi Yan could tell that in fact, they didn't want to stay here for too long, and seemed to be afraid of something.

Wang Su sat there without saying a word until Yi Yan's uncle left. When Yi Yan's mother said she wanted to go to cook, he said, "Sister-in-law, I'll leave after saying a few words, don't bother to greet me."

His voice was serious, and he took out a bag of silver from his arms. Yi Yan didn't know how many, but it was definitely not a small number. He put it on the table and said, "This is what I brought by Mr. Lin. Brother Liangkang has gone, but the living people still need to live. The money should be used for a few years."

Yi Yan knew that if the money was slowly and carefully used in his mother's hands, as long as the family was safe and sound, it would definitely be used for a long time, not just a few years. But now there is a turbulent atmosphere everywhere, which makes people uneasy and may destroy the entire family at any time.

"The world where the country is about to die."

Yi Yan has the most experience of this sentence. In his heart, the water in spring is warm and the ducks are born, and the country is about to perish. It is only possible to see ordinary people.

Wang Su's words were very decent and polite. He was tall and had a rough face, but his words and actions were absolutely meticulous. This was Yi Yan's feeling.

Wang Su said to Yi Meihong again: "Brother Liangkang once asked Mr. Lin to let your eldest son listen to Mr. Lin. Mr. Lin agreed, I don't know if you want him to go now."

The eldest son refers to Yi Yan. After hearing this, Yi Yan felt a sense of fear and excitement in his heart.

Yi Meihong hesitated. She was able to cry immediately after Yi Yan killed someone, but she couldn't make up for this judgment.

Her husband's death made him know that Mr. Lin was not safe, and He Yiyan was only fifteen years old and thousands of miles away from home. How could she feel relieved? But she also felt that listening to words with a noble man like Mr. Lin was also an opportunity to learn and grow. It should be excellent for Yiyan's future and might be able to make a fortune in the future.

With hesitation, she looked at Yi Yan, and Yi Yan was also thinking in her heart that what he thought was roughly the same as Yi Meihong's, but there was also the death of his father. He wanted to know how his father died. His father was just an ordinary person who had practiced some martial arts, so how could he become a cultivator?

Seeing that they could not make a decision for a moment, Wang Su said, "No hurry, you can think about it slowly. After burying Brother Liangkang, I will tell me that I will go to the county government office and make your affairs happen."

After saying that, he got up, and Yi Meihong kept him for dinner. He didn't eat either. He hugged his fists and left.

The night swallowed Wang Su, just like when he came, without any trace.

Just when Yi Yan got up and was about to help his mother burn the fire, he heard someone shouting outside that it was Yi Xing, and he was just back now.

Yi Xing ran in panting, and Yi Yan hurriedly said, "Where is the teacher, have you found the teacher?"

Yi Xing stretched out his finger and pointed his finger outside, and he walked alone in the darkness.
Chapter completed!