After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Yang Xuelian's voice spread slowly in the cave. He glimpsed Jin'an's pale face, and the curve of his lips became more and more strange and subtle.

As if it was not enough, he moved his lips, and the broken and ethereal voice sounded again: "He struggled without any sense of guilt, and directly put a curse on his brother, causing his temperament to change drastically. He then spread the rumor that he was a star of destiny, and secretly found the Taoist priest in the temple and gave him money to make the rumor about the star of destiny come true."

"The Taoist has an ancient and immortal style and speaks in a mysterious way. With just a few words, the whole family believed his words and have been avoiding and fearing him ever since. In addition, the poisonous insects were causing trouble, and the brothers had to exchange blood. He suffered a lot and naturally felt resentful. He did some extreme things, but you kicked him out without even asking questions, and even erased his name from the family tree. You are really cruel and heartless."

Amid the dancing fireflies, Yang Xuelian leisurely straightened the gilded thread on his cuffs. He spoke in a clear and handsome manner, with a face that seemed to be shrouded in fairy-like mist, or as cool as an icy spring.

The curve of his lips was just right, making him look like a fairy or a devil, and even cooler.

Jin An's heart skipped a beat. His eyes flickered as he asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean by blood transfusion?"

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, Feng Qiwu pushed Feng Zhuyue into the pond, covered in blood. His eyes were full of violence and hatred, like a ghost that locked the soul and made people terrified.

Could it be that there is some other hidden story behind this?

Yang Xuelian peeked at her expression and suddenly chuckled, as faint as a mountain spring, "Feng Zhuyue wants a healthy body, but his weakness was brought from his mother's womb, which is irreversible. But he insists on doing it, so the only way is to exchange blood, using the poisonous insect to exchange the blood in his brother's body into his own body. In this way, his weakness will be eliminated and he will be no different from an ordinary person."

Hearing this, Jin An's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned colorful for a moment, and finally, it turned completely pale, and his already weak legs almost collapsed to the ground.

"Blood for blood? Blood, blood for blood..."

"No wonder……"

No wonder Feng Zhuyue suddenly got well one day. She thought it was because of the bad luck that had left the house, and that the Buddha had finally favored their Feng family. But now that she thought about it carefully, could it be because of this reason?

There is no such thing as Buddha's blessing in this world, but their Feng Mansion has attracted vengeful ghosts.

And this ghost was actually imprisoned in the mansion by her own hands.

How could this be?

Jin'an was lost in thought when he felt a chill and stickiness on his back, covered in cold sweat.

Yang Xuelian stared at her with a clear gaze: "Do you know how painful it is to use the Gu worm to exchange blood?"

"I..." Jin'an's lips moved slightly, and he didn't know how to respond.

She subconsciously glanced towards Feng Qiwu, only to see that he was dressed in a blood-red robe, with cold eyebrows and a hint of smile in his cold eyes, but they were full of sadness and mockery, giving people a pricking feeling.

Jin'an accidentally met his eyes and was instantly dazzled. She hurriedly withdrew her gaze and clasped her hands together, feeling guilty and uneasy.

Yang Xuelian looked at their expressions, as if he was happy to see the mother and son fall out with each other. The smile in his eyes condensed into stars and moons, which were even more intense than before. He said to himself, "Of course, the pain is extremely intense, as if being eaten by thousands of insects and ants, or as if being pierced by thousands of swords. If you are lucky, you can still survive, but the damage is irreversible, and you will most likely become a disabled person. If you are unlucky, you will die during the blood transfusion process, and die in agony and misery..."

"But now, the person who had his blood transfused is standing in front of us alive. Not only is he extremely intelligent, but his kung fu is also amazing. Jin'an, why do you think this is happening?"

Yang Xuelian raised his eyebrows, and before Jin'an could open his mouth, cruel words came out of his mouth.

"He overcame the pain with this breath and this life. I'm afraid he hates you..."

Jin An seemed to be touched by something in his heart, his face turned pale and he screamed: "No——"

"Stop talking..."

His words were like a knife cutting through blood. Even though Jin An knew the truth in her heart, she dared not admit it. She could only yell at him, as if only in this way she would not be the fool who was fooled around.

Yang Xuelian's lips twitched slightly, and she continued, "Feng Zhuyue is so cruel and vicious at such a young age that he even persecutes his own brother. Jin'an, you really gave birth to a good son."

"If he hadn't been mentally unstable and hadn't had a demon in his heart, I wouldn't have been able to take advantage of him. Don't you think so?"

Jin An was furious, like a madman: "Shut up."

Yang Xuelian looked gloomy: "In the final analysis, this is all your sin, Jinan..."

Hearing this, Jin'an's expression suddenly changed.

Yang Xuelian's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing her heart fiercely, as if it wanted to cut open what she was trying so hard to cover up, let her taste all the suffering in the world, and fall into the abyss forever.

She frowned, her face turned grim, and she pointed at Yang Xuelian's face and screamed in panic: "How could it be me? It's obviously you..."

"It's you who caused the unrest in my Feng Mansion, and it's you who caused my two children to kill each other. All of this is because of you. If it weren't for you, how could they have ended up like this?"

Yang Xuelian shook his head, chuckled and sighed: "Don't be so stubborn, you are the culprit, Jinan."

His amber eyes were clear and bright, like the graceful glow of fireflies, shining brightly.

But inadvertently, Jin'an saw her own hideous appearance in his eyes, like a ghost, stained with a bloody and hideous look, and her taut heartstrings broke at this moment.

"I'm not, I'm not..."

"shut up……"

Jin'an's eyes were bloodshot, and she kept shaking her head to deny it. She looked like she was insane, but the next second, a crazy and murderous intent suddenly emerged in her eyes.

"Yang Xuelian, I'm going to kill you...!"

She frantically pulled out the sharp blade from her sleeve and stabbed it fiercely in the direction of Yang Xuelian.

This action happened in a flash, and before others could react, the sharp blade had already penetrated several inches into Yang Xuelian's chest and abdomen.

"Pfft-"

The sound of a sharp blade tearing flesh suddenly rang out, and the overflowing blood stained Jin'an's hands. The sticky smell of blood was almost nauseating.

Jin'an twisted the handle frantically, and the tip went a few inches deeper.

Yang Xuelian only felt a pain in his chest and abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out from the corner of his lips, but he didn't care and still smiled as ethereal as dust.

That clear, elegant and bright look seemed as if we were meeting for the first time, like a dream or a fairyland.

He curled his lips slightly, but the words he said were ten thousand times more cruel: "Jin'an, you are regretting and feeling heartbroken now, don't you think it's too late?"

"Feng Qiwu is the child you gave birth to and raised. I heard that he was smart and well-behaved since he was young. Don't you know his character at all? Suddenly one day his character changed drastically. Don't you have doubts, worries, and concerns? You immediately believed the words of a strange Taoist priest?"

"If that's true, then your current pain and regret are just a pretense. How could your own child regard him as a scourge and condemn him so immediately?"

As the words slowly fell, a sharp silver light suddenly flashed in Yang Xuelian's sleeves.

Before Jin An could notice, a short blade suddenly pierced into her chest.