Martial Soul: Be a Saint

2"You motherslayer, you merciless bastard, what qualifications do you have to see your mother?" If you didn't poison her, how could she be lying quietly in the mourning hall right now? "How did our Jia family come up with such a cold-blooded, heartless dog like you?"    4

    

Jia Zhenlin walked to Jia Ren's side with his hands behind his back, like a high up, and started lecturing him.    

    

But, after he finished speaking, Jia Ren's body suddenly erupted with a tyrannical force, ruthlessly smashing towards him.    

    

In the cold, Jia Zhenlin staggered back a few steps.    

    

Jia Ren's face became gloomy, staring straight at Jia Zhenlin, the depths of his eyes flickering with a cold light.    

    

"If you weren't a Jia Clan senior, you would have been beaten to the ground by me by now!" Jia Ren looked dignified, a cold light flickered in his eyes as he stared at him and said coldly: "Please take note of your words, before you clear this matter up, you had better shut your stinky mouth!"    

    

After he finished speaking, Jia Ren did not care about his reaction, and directly rushed to the Jia family's rear hall.    

    

And behind him, Wu Hao slowly walked forward, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience, stopping on Jia Yi's body for a moment before turning back to Jia Tong.    

    

President Jia, my surname is Wu, I am the Vice Leader of Falcon Mercenaries, I heard about what happened in your residence this morning, I want to tell you, these days we have been training the mercenaries in Martial Cultivation World, the Snow Region Ice Lotus thing, it was never there, Jia Ren never sent anyone to give them anything! "    

    

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, looked at the other party and said, "Hmm, be careful of this matter. Don't let the news spread and wrongly accuse a good person!"    

    

With that said, Jia Tong looked at him. His eyes narrowed and subconsciously looked at him.    

    

Jia Yi, who was at the side, looked at him, as a strong killing intent burst out from the depths of his eyes.    

    

But, the killing intent flashed, and did not get noticed by the others, but Wu Hao's sharp senses allowed him to see through it.    

    

"Jia Yi, it's really you …"    

    

Wu Hao's gaze turned to look at him. He could already confirm in his heart that the matter of the Jia family's First Lady s dying from poison was definitely related to him.    

    

"You … "Follow me!"    

    

Jia Tong observed Wu Hao for a moment, then spoke to him.    

    

Then, Jia Tong turned around and walked back to Jia Residence. Wu Hao muttered to himself for a moment and quickly followed.    

    

However, during the period of time he entered, the gaze coming from Jia Yi caused him to feel extremely sharp.    

    

"Mother …" Mother, what happened to you? Why did you let your son go? Mother … "Esteemed Empress …"    

    

The Jia family's back hall had already been decorated like a mourning hall. A huge dark red coffin was placed in the middle of the hall. In front of the coffin, there was a single word written in black and white.    

    

At that moment, Jia Ren was kneeling down in front of the coffin that had not been closed yet. Tears fell down like rain, and inside the dark red coffin, Duan Xue's body lay there with a serene expression.    

    

On both sides of the mourning hall, dozens of Jia Mansion's maidservants, dressed in white, lowered their heads in silence.    

    

Duan Xue's death could be said to have given Jia Ren a huge blow.    

    

The person who gave him this flesh and blood was an existence that he might never forget even if he cultivated for the rest of his life. As the saying goes, if a tree is thousands of feet tall and never forgets its roots, then a person's glory will never forget their roots.    

    

Although he was usually carefree as if he didn't care about anything, in reality, he was a sensitive person.