The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 157
Meanwhile, time passed slowly.

1 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, two 10 minutes...

In the living room of the villa, Yang Demin and the woman were fidgeting on the sofa, looking upstairs at Yang Zhen's office from time to time. It had been an hour, but Yang Zhen still hadn't left the room.

"Lao Yang, there will be no problems with Xiao Zhen, right? Why don't you go and have a look?"

The woman's face was full of worry, she pulled Yang Demin's clothes nervously, and said.

For her second son, she loves her very much, even dotes on her, so at this moment, the worry in her heart is also intense.

"It's only an hour. For a man, it's not too long. There shouldn't be a big deal. Just wait."

Yang Demin pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

But these words made the woman shout: "An hour is not long, so why do you only have 1 minute?"

Yang Demin was startled, his face contorted. After a long time, he took a deep breath and stood up from the sofa: "I can't go."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and go upstairs, but at this moment, a shrill scream came from upstairs, resounding through the entire villa, the second and third also appeared one after another.

Hearing the scream, Yang Demin's body shook violently, and the woman was also startled. They all looked up quickly and looked at the place where the scream came from on the second floor of the villa, and suddenly found that the scream came from Yang Zhen's bedroom.

"Zhen'er!"

The woman turned pale, let out a scream, stood up from the sofa, and ran towards the second floor of the villa like crazy.

"Little shock!"

Yang Demin's heart was also tense, but he had been in a high position for a long time, he worked hard to stabilize his mind, and his feet were not slow. He followed the woman and rushed up to the second floor of the villa.

Without any hesitation, they pushed open the door of Yang Zhen's villa, and saw an extremely miserable scene.

On Yang Zhen's bed, there was a doll lying on its back, and on the sheets around the doll, there were a lot of bloodstains, which made the whole room smell of blood.

And beside the bed, Yang Zhen was sitting paralyzed on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, his face was pale and his eyes were closed tightly, but between his legs, there were a lot of blood stains, which looked very shocking.

"Zhen'er."

"Little shock!"

Seeing this scene, the woman and Yang Demin were so startled that their souls jumped out of their bodies. They all let out a loud cry and rushed into the room.

When they came to Yang Zhen's side, the strong smell of blood rushed directly into the nostrils, almost making people dizzy.

"Zhen'er, this is, what's wrong with this? How did this happen?"

The woman's lips trembled, and she found that there was still warm blood between Yang Zhen's legs, which kept bubbling out.

This time, the woman was even more shocked, tears rolled down her eyes, as if she didn't want money, she shed quickly.

Yang Demin's palms also trembled, and a vicious light shot out from his eyes. At this moment, seeing this scene, if he didn't know that Lin Yang did it, then he would have lived for decades in vain.

But at this moment, a blush suddenly appeared on Yang Zhen's face, as if returning to the light, he opened his eyes, but his breathing became weaker.

"Dad, Mom, it must be Lin Yang. I fell into his ways. I hate him. I want Lin Yang to die. I want to see his head. Otherwise, I will die with regret."

He gritted his teeth, and there was a strong resentment in his eyes, as if his life was gone, and this resentment would not end.

"Zhen'er, don't worry, don't worry, you'll be fine, you'll be fine, that Lin Yang's head, mom will definitely let your father bring it back, you have to hold on."

The woman wiped away her tears, said a word of comfort, then turned her head suddenly, and roared loudly at Yang Demin.

"Why are you dawdling here, don't hurry up, Zhen'er wants Lin Yang's head, you go and get it."

"Okay, I'll go right away. Lin Yang is supposed to be dead, and his body has been restrained. However, with the seven sharpshooters of my Yang family, I can definitely bring it back in a short time."

Yang Demin gritted his teeth fiercely, stood up, and took another deep look at Yang Zhen. When he turned around, the first thing that appeared in his eyes was not pain, but boundless anger rising from the sky, almost twisting his cheeks.

At this moment, he not only wanted Lin Yang to die, but also wanted to crush Lin Yang to ashes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked out of the bedroom with a murderous look, went down to the living room, sat on the sofa, took a deep breath, picked up the landline, and dialed a number.

This number is the phone number of the secret base where the seven sharpshooters usually stay, and this secret base, other than the seven sharpshooters, is known to only him, which is extremely secretive.

However, after dialing this number once, twice, or even three times, no one answered.

This situation made Yang Demin's face suddenly change, and he became much more gloomy, and an impossible worry appeared in his heart.

……

At this time, a taxi stopped outside the villa area where the Yang family's villa was located.

The rear door was suddenly opened, and Huojia, with fiery red hair, got out of the car with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with incomparable anger.

Without saying a word, he was about to move forward and enter the gate of the villa area.

But at this moment, the taxi driver opened the door of the taxi, jumped out of the car, looked at the back of the fire armor fiercely, and shouted sharply: "Stop."

Huojia's feet stopped suddenly, with murderous intent in his eyes, and when he slowly turned his head, he looked at the taxi driver with a hideous face, which was no longer the smiling taxi driver when he first started riding, and said coldly:
"Is something wrong?"

"Give me money, but I won't give you money for the car. Damn, do you want to take the Bawang car? This Los Angeles is my territory. If you dare not pay me, I will call a group of people to break your legs."

"Okay, how much do you want?"

The corner of Huo Jia's mouth curled up, he sneered and walked towards the driver.

I took this taxi from Wanjia Hotel, and every time I urged the driver to tell me when to arrive at Yang's villa, the driver replied that it would be sooner.

However, with his Fire Armor cultivation, he couldn't see that the driver had been taking him around Los Angeles for an entire hour before sending him to this villa area.

Thought he was easy to slaughter?

"Haha, not much, only 300 yuan, bring it here."

The driver laughed, thinking that Huojia was afraid and very proud.

(End of this chapter)