Chapter 1119 A heartbreaking reunion!

The furious Ye Tianming quickly flashed to the backyard of the mansion where the head of the Jiang family lived.

The anger in his heart was like a volcano erupting, and he wished he could tear Jiang Qiankun's family into pieces immediately.

But soon, he calmed down again.

At this time, he cannot be impulsive.

Mu Wan is still in their hands. If they become desperate and use Mu Wan's family as a threat, the consequences will be disastrous.

He must be careful and make sure Mu Wan's family is safe first, and then settle the score!

Ye Tianming took a deep breath, held his breath and concentrated again, then quietly sneaked into the corner of the backyard.

The security here is obviously even stricter than outside.

There are twice as many patrolling guards inside the pass as outside.

Moreover, each of them has a strong aura and is obviously the elite force of the Jiang family.

Ye Tianming dodged carefully, and then relying on his powerful spiritual sense, he quickly found the entrance to the basement.

At the entrance, there were two guards guarding. They were dressed in black, holding long swords, with sharp eyes, watching everything around them vigilantly.

Ye Tianming flipped his palm, and two silver needles as thin as ox hair shot out again like lightning, hitting the acupoints of the two guards.

The two guards groaned, their bodies stiffened, they instantly lost consciousness and fell limply to the ground.

Ye Tianming flashed and quickly went into the basement entrance.

……

The air in the basement is polluted.

There was a sickening smell of blood everywhere.

Under the dim light, Jiang Muwan was tied to a cold iron bed, her face was as pale as paper, her lips were chapped, and there was no trace of blood.

Her originally long, black and shiny hair was now disheveled, covering most of her face, with mottled scars vaguely visible on it.

The eldest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Feng, the second son, Jiang Yulang, and the youngest daughter, Jiang Yunyan, were surrounding her, with twisted expressions of pleasure on their faces.

Jiang Yunyan held a strangely shaped magical weapon in his left hand. It was blood red in color and exuded a terrifying aura.

Especially when the wriggling barbs on it shook, Jiang Muwan's almost transparent meridians became even more transparent.

Her body was trembling, but Jiang Yunyan's right hand was not idle.

Every time Jiang Muwan's body curled up and twitched in pain, she would swing the whip again.

The whip was stained with blood and exuded a sharp force, echoing the injuries on Jiang Muwan's body.

There seemed to be a strange force on every wound on Jiang Muwan's body, as if it had eyes and kept peeling away Jiang Muwan's flesh.

Jiang Muwan's skinny body kept twitching, and her breath was extremely weak.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this delicate skin and tender flesh. What a pity." Jiang Yulang laughed sinisterly and watched the scene with indifference and pleasure.

He seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing.

Jiang Muwan turned her head away weakly. Even though her whole body was in pain and she wanted to die, she still clenched her teeth and said nothing.

After being trapped here for so long, she had already realized the despicable nature of these beasts.

There is no use begging for mercy, there is no use in suffering.

"Oh, you're pretty tough!"

Jiang Yunyan sneered, and his smile became even more cruel.

As she spoke, the magic weapon in her hand suddenly pierced into Jiang Muwan's arm.

"Ah!" Jiang Muwan groaned in pain, and her thin body began to tremble even more violently.

The magic weapon was like a group of greedy leeches, madly drilling into her body, devouring her blood crazily, and gathering along the blood-red lines into a crystal clear bead on the top.

The bead was originally dull, but now it gradually turned bright red, like a heart full of blood.

Jiang Muwan's breathing became weaker and weaker, her consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of her became blurry, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Faintly, Jiang Yunyan's cruel and bloodthirsty smile rang in my ears.

"Bitch, tell me whether I am lucky or not, to have obtained such a blood storage device. Since you are going to be sent away soon, I will first draw out your blood and store it. You can enjoy it slowly in the future! Hehehe!"

Jiang Muwan moved her lips and wanted to curse, but as the blood in her body was being drained madly, she couldn't muster any strength.

"That's enough, Yunyan." Jiang Feng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up to stop them, "Don't kill her, or Grandpa will blame me!"

Although Jiang Yunyan was reluctant, he finally took back the magic weapon. Looking at Jiang Muwan's dying appearance, a trace of cruel impatience appeared on his face.

"What a loser! I can't even hold on after drawing so little blood! Damn it!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yunyan whipped Jiang Muwan.

Perhaps it was because all the blood in her body was almost drained, and the wound was only slightly blood-red.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing faintly the white bones.

Jiang Zhongming, Jiang Haibo and Feng Hui, who were tied on the other side, witnessed it all and felt heartbroken.

Jiang Zhongming burst into tears and cursed in a trembling voice: "You bunch of beasts! You will not die well! When my grandson-in-law comes, you will all pay the price!"

Jiang Yulang laughed loudly and said disdainfully, "Grandson-in-law? A waste from a small place, is he worthy of it? I can crush him to death with just one finger!"

Jiang Yunyan also held the whip and laughed coldly, "If he dares to come, I promise that he will never come back!"

Jiang Feng tutted impatiently, his eyes sinister, "Old man, I think you are tired of living!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp spiritual power shot towards Jiang Zhongming like an arrow.

"Ah!" Jiang Zhongming let out a scream, his chest heaving violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the gray ground red.

His already old face looked even more haggard.

"Dad!" Jiang Haibo and Feng Hui cried heartbreakingly, watching their father suffer but being unable to do anything.

They struggled desperately, the heavy chains rattled, but they could not break free. They could only stretch out their hands in vain, as if they could grasp a glimmer of hope.

Seeing this, Jiang Yulang and Jiang Yunyan not only did not show any sympathy, but instead laughed excitedly.

Jiang Yulang said grimly: "Oh, you still have some guts, old man! I wonder how long you can hold on!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yulang took out a small iron hammer with a cold glow from his storage bag, weighed it in his hand for a few times, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Anyway, I have nothing to do, I will play with you again."

As he said that, he walked straight to Jiang Zhongming and said sarcastically, "Old man, let me try now to see how hard your bones are!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed down on Jiang Zhongming's sternum, raised the small hammer in his hand high, wrapped it with a faint spiritual power, and increased the power of the hammer.

"Stop!" Jiang Haibo and Feng Hui screamed in despair, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

But their shouts were in vain.

The hammer fell with a click, and the crisp sound of bones breaking instantly echoed in the basement.