Chapter 1087: Left Alone, Clinging to Life

Jiang Hanyi saw the white cloth hanging high around the Yin Family, almost unable to support Yu Shuo.

His eyes widened, a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

The Yin Family really had an incident.

What is Yu Shuo supposed to do, how can he accept such a result.

Jiang Hanyi’s instability caused Yu Shuo to lean, but it was Wanqi Jingyi who forcefully pulled him up.

Standing at the Yin Family’s door, most people’s emotions were unsteady, their hearts filled with grief.

There were also calm people, like An Mingji, who journeyed here without a change in his handsome visage.

Including those like Allen, tightly following behind him, all with numb expressions, as if devoid of emotion, unbothered by the scene, accustomed through countless experiences.

Gu Jin saw Mu Zifan, his eyes fixing tightly on him, "What exactly is going on?"

Mu Zifan shifted his gaze from Yu Shuo, "Let’s discuss it inside first."

Standing at the Yin Family’s door, everyone smelled the thick scent of blood wafting from within the yard.

These bloody airs were not the result of merely a few deaths.

It was evident what kind of tragedy had occurred at the Yin Family beforehand.

Knowing the matter couldn’t be explained in a few sentences, the group quickly stepped into the Yin Family courtyard.

The Yin Family courtyard was also draped with white cloth, exuding an air of desolation and heaviness.

In the hall, four coffins were placed.

Kneeling before the four coffins, Yin Geping was isolated from the outside world, staring blankly at the coffins of his father, mother, uncle, and cousin.

The incidents before felt like a dream.

The Yin Family members, while not intimate with other family members, shared a blood bond.

They were all gone, leaving only him.

Leaving him alone, to linger on this earth.

Yin Geping stared at the four coffins, his eyes unable to shed tears, filled with bloodshot lines, as if soulless.

In the room, many were gathered.

Wanqi Family Head, Wanqi Immortal, other members of the Wanqi Family, the Mu Family were present, Yu Qingli and his wife Qiu Qingyun had also rushed over, each with heavy expressions.

Yu Shuo saw his father Yu Qingli and mother Qiu Qingyun, immediately rushed towards them, stumbling several times nearly falling to the ground.

Son so disheveled, Qiu Qingyun immediately approached.

Yu Shuo knelt before her, opened his mouth, yet couldn’t utter a word, tears continuously dripping to the ground.

"Shuo’er!" Qiu Qingyun knelt down, hugged Yu Shuo, crying aloud.

The commotion between mother and son startled others in the hall.

Everyone looked at them with eyes of sympathy and heaviness.

"Mom!"

Yu Shuo finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse and parched, as if not spoken for a long time, the grief audible in his tone trembled hearts.

"Shuo’er, Shuo’er, mom is here, mom is here!"

Qiu Qingyun tightly hugged her son.

Yu Shuo tightly held onto her, like a lost child, "Mom! Fei’er, Rui’er... What should I do?"

Meeting her son’s bewildered, helpless, heartbroken eyes, Qiu Qingyun’s face was pale, her tears were like broken pearls.

"Child, mom is here, mom is with you, you..."

She wanted to say, don’t be sad.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

Though not close with her daughter-in-law, she cherished her grandson Yu Tianrui deeply.

He was her first grandson, a child she held dearly at her heart’s core.

Thinking of the grandson missing, Qiu Qingyun trembled all over.

Yu Qingli saw his wife and son in such sorrow, moved forward, squatted down, and embraced them.

This man, too, had reddened eyes, beneath them sparked a glow of hatred.