162: C162 Things are getting worse

C162 Things are getting worse

"Tell this young master, how exactly did my mother die?"0

After feeling sorrow for a while, Jia Ren gradually calmed down, and turned his head to look at the Jia family servants who were bowing their heads in silence, and asked slowly.

However, his current serenity was rather frightening, as if this was the prelude to a storm.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the Jia family servants standing to either side in silence all raised their heads. They looked at each other, not knowing how to reply.

They were only servants, and did not dare to speak carelessly. Otherwise, losing their jobs would be a small matter, and losing their lives would be the most important matter.

Seeing that they did not answer, the fury that Jia Ren was suppressing exploded out in an instant as expected.

Slowly raising his head, he looked at the following Jia Clan disciples s. His expression darkened, and the temperature in the entire mourning hall plummeted.

"I'll ask again, how exactly did my mother die?"

Jia Ren's expression gradually became extremely cold. The eyes of a murderer, caused an oppressive atmosphere to float in the entire spirit hall.

The Jia family's disciples felt the aura erupting from his body and were secretly shocked. However, when they recalled that he was just a vicious motherslayer, it was as if they found something to back him up. Suddenly, everyone looked at him with contempt and ridicule.

"This mother-slaying villain truly thinks it's one thing to be afraid of him. What's the point of being afraid of him?"

This was the thought that appeared in the Jia Clan disciples's mind.

Pah pah pah!

A burst of applause came out, from the crowd, Jia Yi dressed in the brocade robe slowly walked out, and at the moment, he was ridiculing Jia Ren.

"My good brother, you really know how to act. I'm impressed!" Jia Yi walked out from the crowd and looked at him, his face carried ridicule and he said sinisterly.

As he watched Jia Yi walk away, Jia Ren's pupils abruptly shrank. Recalling what happened more than three months ago, a raging fire ignited in his heart.

"Jia Yi, I have yet to settle the score with you in fat grandpa, and you still dare to find fault with me?" His body suddenly erupted with a tyrannical Qi, pressuring Jia Yi, and in the next moment he was pushed back.

Mother had mysteriously been poisoned to death, and now this brother of hers, who wholeheartedly wanted him dead, was actually here to find fault with him. He … How could they tolerate this?

If he could, he really wanted to first ruthlessly beat him up, then cruelly kill him and wash away his shame.

However, it was likely that none of the people present would give him that chance. Even if he did, he would truly be unable to say what he wanted to say, and could only kill his brothers.

"I'm looking for trouble?"

Jia Yi stood still and forcefully suppressed the throbbing in his heart. His expression stiffened, and a hint of ridicule once again flashed past his eyes towards Jia Ren, as he raised his brows and said provocatively: "You mother-slaying villain, what qualifications do you have to say that I'm going to find trouble?"

"I killed my mother? Jia Yi, you better explain yourself. Otherwise, if I don't cut off your tongue today, I won't be surnamed Jia! " Jia Ren was instantly enraged, his body suddenly erupted with a terrifying killing intent, in the next moment, it filled the entire spirit hall, causing everyone's expression to change.

"Humph!"

However, it was at this moment that a cold snort pierced through the murderous atmosphere in the mourning hall. An even more powerful aura descended from the sky.

The crowd parted, and Jia Zhenlin walked forward with his hands behind his back, as if he was someone in a position of power, with a dignified expression on his face.

At the moment, his seniority was the highest in the Jia family. Although he was from a branch family, whoever saw him would not be given any face, and previously, Jia Ren had given him so much face and humiliated him. As a senior, how could he be tolerated being scolded by a junior?

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