Hu Qingling stood alone in front of a crystal coffin, staring blankly at the corpse inside. Her entire body trembled slightly. Her tears had dried, and her hair was disheveled, making her look like a lonely ghost.
Hu Yihui opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Hu Qingling let out a low roar: "Get out, all of you get out! A pack of useless good-for-nothings!"
An unprovoked wave of grief instantly flooded Hu Yihui from head to toe. Subconsciously knowing something had happened to his mother, he flashed forward, appearing right in front of Hu Qingling. His gaze fell upon the transparent crystal coffin, which was constantly emitting a thin layer of mist.
Chapter 170