In the quiet night.

The sudden screams of the maid from the distance suddenly broke the sad and depressing atmosphere in the entire mansion. When Si Yuan heard the sound, his face changed suddenly.

He heard that the sound came from the direction of the mourning hall in the mansion.

"Did some thieves take the opportunity to break in?"

His thoughts changed in his mind. He did not dare to hesitate at all. He pulled out the long sword hidden under the table with his backhand and rushed straight towards the direction where the sound came.

After arriving at the location.

He saw a maid in green skirt fall to the ground, her face pale and her body trembled. When she looked at the direction of the door of the mourning hall, her eyes were filled with horror.

"I hope my mother and sister are fine..."

Seeing this, Si Yuan's heart suddenly sank.

In the darkness, he was like a phantom. He held the iron sword in his hand and quickly came to the door of the mourning hall.

But the scene he saw made him stand there.

Inside the solemn mourning hall.

Originally, there was only the body of my father, and there were many flowers around the body. But now, there was one more person next to my father's body.

That was his mother, the third son.

At this moment.

The mother and her three sons were dressed well, dressed neatly, smiling, and tears in their eyes. Her left hand and her father's right hand were closely connected.

The expression on the face was peaceful and quiet.

"No, why is this...?!"

Si Yuan roared with grief and anger and rushed forward.

Looking at his parents lying side by side, he felt a deep sadness in his heart, but more so, he was puzzled and puzzled.

"Is it because someone assassinated my mother and deliberately arranged this scene?"

After thinking about this experience, his aggression in his heart increased greatly and his eyes were fierce.

I wish I could hold a sword and kill the unknown murderer.

"Not good, young master, old lady...!" At this moment, the butler's voice also came from afar.

Si Yuan held the long sword of the iron, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the door of the mourning hall.

I saw the butler holding a roll of silk in both hands and stumble towards him. The center of the silk in his hand was tied up by a thin red rope.

"Butler, why are you screaming?" Si Yuan resisted the impulse in his heart and asked coldly.

"This is something the old woman left for the young master." The butler hurriedly trotted over and handed the silk in his hand to Si Yuan. It was at this moment that the butler noticed the abnormality in the mourning hall.

Suddenly, my heart sterned and my head lowered.

Si Yuan reached out to take the silk letter handed to him by the butler.

As soon as he bought the thing, he realized that this thing was real. Because it also contained a unique witch mark that only her mother could have.

Others can't imitate them at all.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the silk in his hand, his eyes suddenly condensed.

【My son Si Yuan is a close friend, and his three sons are the last one】

He quickly took apart the thin red rope that tied the silk, looked carefully, and the witch mark on the silk flashed slightly, and then quietly dissipated.

【My son doesn’t have to be sad for his mother】

[The thing that my mother regrets most in her life is to marry your father. Now... The beauty is young and cannot stand on her own... Don't give up at will]

...

【Life is also accompanied, death is also followed】

【Don’t seek to be born together, but seek to sleep together】

【The final work of the three sons】

After reading the last suicide note left by his mother and three sons, Si Yuan was shocked.

Until this moment.
Chapter completed!