Chapter 81: The Truth [Request for Monthly Ticket]_2

Han Zhuo was terrified by the sudden scene, scampering and crawling to the door.

He tried to escape through the door, but it was as if the door were nailed shut. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't open even a sliver.

Inside the ancestral hall, a fog had formed out of nowhere, carrying a tendrilling chill that made Han Zhuo shiver uncontrollably.

His gaze turned to the simple wooden bed—only a white cloth remained. He abruptly turned his head, only to find his deceased mother, who was suspended in the air three feet beside him, her eyes rolled up, face bluish, tongue sticking out, with a distinct purple strangulation mark on her neck...

"You unfilial son..."

A hollow, ancient voice, as if coming from the Nine Netherworld, made Han Zhuo's body tremble uncontrollably.

Matricide was a capital offense, and he had been living in fear, having nightmares almost every night for the past few days.

This scene utterly collapsed his already frail mental defenses.