Rye, gasping for breath, eyes wide with fury, exclaimed, "Mitch... he... he was your master...! You..."

How could you lay hands on your own master...?

Rye was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he had no strength to say anything.

He felt despair!

Originally, I thought Mitch would still remember the old feelings, but everything in front of me overturned his perception of Mitch.

Mitch's face turned cold, and he smirked, "Master?"

"You should never have... never have... killed my family! By provoking this evil ghost, it serves you right."

In the midst of the conversation, a little boy screamed and ran over. This was Rye's eldest son.

"Dad! Grandfather!"

Mitch turned his head stiffly...

Rye and Howard suddenly widened their eyes: "No... don't-"

The eight or nine-year-old child stared wide-eyed, staring at their chest.

Rye couldn't speak anymore, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, and fear.

Howard was heartbroken: "Mitch... Mitch! How could you be so cruel? He was just a child..."

How could he be so malicious?

Can a child also do this?

Blood stained Mitch's eyes, releasing all the evil within him.

His lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he whispered, "Cruel and ruthless?"

Rye struggled to lift his eyes, not knowing what method Mitch had used, he wanted to die but couldn't die.

He could only see his most beloved eldest son die before his eyes, and instantly his eyes turned red.

He roared in helplessness, his voice feeble like a mosquito's buzz: "He is still just... a child!"

"Mitch... you were so... ruthless!"

Cruel, isn't it?

"When you killed Darla, when you killed Jacob, how come you didn't feel ruthless?"

Mitch raised his hand, and a small osmanthus tree in the yard snapped and flew towards Rye and Howard. It viciously stabbed into their bodies!

The split branches pierced into the flesh and swayed with the gust of wind.

Rye and Howard, who had left, screamed in agony, wishing they had been killed by a single slash at that moment.

"Mitch... you, you killed me!" Rye trembled in pain, "If you have the guts, kill me!"

He knew today was a do-or-die situation.

Mitch, however, refused: "What's the rush? Is there something else?"

He waved his hand and dragged the Rye father and son, who were strung together, walking around in the Waylon's Mansion.

The big red lanterns were still hanging high, and everywhere was decorated with cheerful red paper.

There was a man in a white robe walking with the Rye father and son, leaving a horrifying bloodstain on the ground in the corridor.

Evil ghost claimed lives!

We didn't let anyone go, no matter how old or young they were!

Waylon's Mansion instantly turned into a living hell.

"Help... Help!"

"Please, let me go, spare me..."

"Don't kill my child, don't, don't!"

Rye's other wives and concubines panicked and feared, fleeing with their own children in all directions, but none of them could escape.

"Mitch... Mitch! Don't kill him, please... Don't..." Rye cried out in grief and despair. "Let my child go! He's only three years old..."

"Mitch, please, I beg you, I beg you, Yuer has just been born, he was born just yesterday! He knows nothing, he is innocent, please show mercy, Mitch!"

"No--"

The exquisitely embroidered quilt was placed over the baby's face, and the crying baby quickly stopped crying.

Howard burst into tears and exclaimed, "Mitch, how could you be so cruel? Are you still human? Are you even human anymore?"

"Mitch, may you rest in peace!"

Mitch looked numb.

The last courtyard.

Rye's wife Kristen's courtyard!

Mitch was dressed in a spotless white robe, with not a trace of blood staining his body, which made people fearful.

Only one person, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, dressed neatly, and her hair was neatly arranged.

"Mitch, you're back!" Kristen smiled at him and said, "It's been ten years, but you're still the same as before."

She stared at Mitch, as if she hadn't seen his raised hand and the arrow that came flying out of nowhere.

"I wanted to tell you that I didn't let you down."

On the first night I married Rye, I poisoned his drink, causing him to become infertile and end his family line.

Mitch remained expressionless and unaffected, as the arrow pierced through Kristen's chest.

But she laughed brightly, "Rye is extinct, yet I have a house full of descendants. Tell me, did I do well?"

"His concubines, in order to secure their positions, had to give birth to children. I have already given birth, would they dare not to?"

"In order not to be driven out by me, they desperately gave birth, tried every means to give birth, but none of them was Rye's seed."

Kristen slowly fell down, with a satisfied smile on her face: "I didn't expect to see you one last time in the end. I am very content."

Rye stared in disbelief.

Not his kind?

So many children, the child he loved for so many years, poured all his efforts into nurturing the child...

Wasn't it his seed after all?!

Rye was struck by lightning, causing his already dizzy head to spin even more.

The most painful thing is not that these children are not his, but that the woman he loved the most betrayed him for a whole decade!

Fear, despair, betrayal, anger... Rye felt everything that Mitch had felt back then.

This drove him almost crazy!

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Mitch, his mouth roaring, "It's you... it's all your fault! You should die, you ruined everything for me, you destroyed all the happiness I deserved!"

Mitch opened his eyelids and finally mercifully grabbed Rye's neck tightly.

Click!

Without a moment of hesitation, Rye was killed at his angriest moment.

Howard's pupils contracted as he exclaimed in despair and anger, "Rye!"

Mitch raised his hand and the long spear hanging on the wall flew up, bringing with it a fierce wind, piercing through Howard.

The entire Waylon's Mansion fell into a dead silence in an instant.

No one in the Waylon's Mansion, who had fallen at his feet, could make a sound anymore. All of them had a terrified expression on their faces, their eyes wide open...

In an instant, an indescribable sense of emptiness swept over.

He avenged himself... He has avenged himself.

What was he going to do next?

In the vast world, there was no place for him to stay.

He missed his parents, his younger siblings, really missed them. If they were reborn after their death, he could spend all his remaining time searching for them...

But he didn't have this opportunity either.

With this in mind, greater pain engulfed him!

"Have you avenged yourself?" A woman dressed in a black and red robe suddenly appeared, floating in front of Mitch.

Her face was as white as jade, not exactly pale, but fair and different from ordinary people.

She sighed and looked around.

There were still survivors.

The baby in the swaddling clothes did not die, but left a glimmer of hope.

Although the rest of the children were pierced by an arrow, there was still a glimmer of hope for survival.

But damn, not a single one left, and the death scene was horrifying...

The woman shook her head and said, "Follow me down."

Mitch's face turned numb, and he murmured, "Who are you..."

"I was Yama."

"Yama? Then why... what did I do wrong to deserve such despair?" Mitch looked at Yama with bloodshot eyes.

Yama looked at him compassionately and said, "The suffering in this world does not come upon you because of something you have done."

Mitch was silent.

He subconsciously followed behind Yama, watching her tidy up the souls of Rye's people, and suddenly said,

"I gave you the opportunity to judge them personally."

"There was no judge in this world, but there was in the underworld. I will give you three thousand years, perhaps then you will know why..."