Chapter 187 Going Home Together

At this moment, all the living beings in the inner layer have gathered here.

Zhang Moyu looked around and found that in addition to the Zhang family's own Qilin and Qiongqi bloodlines, there were also survivors of other bloodlines.

There are three with the blood of the North Sea Mermaids, two with the Bifang blood of the Zhu family, one with the naturally spiritual Yin Bone blood of the Wen family, and a young man who was newly captured, who looks a bit like the royal peacock blood of the Peacock Dynasty of the South.

Zhang Moyu was thinking and matching them with the old families in his memory while observing them. When he saw the end, his gaze suddenly stopped on the three men huddled in the corner.

Two of them were covered in wounds and could only stand with the support of the people around them. Another one had scaly claws on his hands and wings on his back. It was obvious at a glance that the powerful wings were not just decorations, but could easily carry people soaring into the sky.

"Wang family?"

It seems that the concentration of Phoenix blood in these three people is quite high. Is the Wang family so cruel to their own people?

The man with wings on his back flapped his wings twice, adjusted his center of gravity, and then knelt down towards Zhang Moyu.

"Wang Mingchuan was originally an outsider. After that person nominated him as the new head of the family, he turned his butcher knife against his own family. Now the Wang family's Phoenix bloodline has been cut off. The three of us are the last members of the Wang family's head family."

It's really miserable.

Zhang Moyu looked at the three of them with pity. He originally thought that the Wang family had changed and even disregarded the last bit of affection of a family with the same blood. He didn't expect the truth to be like this.

The Qilin Zhang family introduced the Qiongqi bloodline, but their inheritance was almost cut off by those idiots. The Wang family chose the wrong patriarch, became obsessed with research, and ruined themselves.

Are there any strange curses on bloodline families?

The family's downfall was inexplicable, and the reasons sounded so absurd that if they were told to others, people would burst out laughing.

"What are you going to do next?"

Zhang Moyu didn't wait for his reply and looked at the people of other bloodlines in the crowd.

"And you guys, are you going to go your separate ways after we get out, or are you planning on following us?"

The three members of the Wang family might have become disillusioned with their family, or they might have felt that they were now dependent on others. They all lowered their heads and answered respectfully.

"My name is Wang Mingzheng/Wang Minghua/Wang Mingzhu. From now on, I will obey the orders of the Zhang family."

Those people from other bloodlines made the same choice. Those who have survived until now are not stupid. They know clearly what choice is good for them.

They all have some strange features. This time they were lucky as they were caught and able to catch a rescue ride. But what if they are caught by other forces next time and lose their luck this time, and die in frustration?

It is obvious that the Zhang family is powerful and has the ability to protect them. People like them who have no education, no special skills, and no brains can make a living anywhere, so why should they go out and wander alone?

As the saying goes, if you don't hug someone who has a big thigh, you're a fool.

With the life-saving grace hanging here, I believe these people from the Zhang family will make full use of them.

A group of little guys were calculating with their abacus, but this was also the result that Zhang Moyu wanted most.

There are fewer and fewer people with special bloodlines in the world now. We are all the same kind, so if you can help as many as you can, then help them.

"Then follow us, let's go home..."

Zhang Moyu gave them a friendly smile, so gentle that it seemed to warm people's hearts, and then the invisible shackles in everyone's hearts began to become transparent.

Zhang Moyu pulled Zhang Molan to his side, used his spiritual power to block the sound from spreading backwards, and whispered to him close to him.

"I'll be your turn to take charge of the situation later. Divide into three groups as I originally planned.

Send the seriously injured to Zhang Benling by helicopter. He has a full complement of medical equipment and excellent treatment techniques. Also, ask him to use his connections to find a psychiatrist to help. Don't let the injured person, once rescued, end up dying from the pain.

“Those whose injuries are not so serious will stay in the Zhang family overseas first. After they have recovered, they can report to the clan leader.

Those with minor injuries, as well as those unable to maintain their human form, or those non-human creatures created by using Qilin blood to transform the human body, will all follow the originally planned route. Let Ben'an lead the team to survive in the heart of the Qinling Mountains. If there is nothing else, they can find a place to build the tribe first. "

Zhang Molan nodded slightly, then looked at him suspiciously, suspecting that he had some bad intentions.

"Then what are you going to do?"

These are just a few instructions, and it doesn't seem like you're trying to be lazy.

Zhang Moyu snorted and spoke slowly.

"Last time I asked that brat what he would choose if he had the chance again, and he actually wanted to sacrifice himself to save the whole clan. He's really bold."

He didn't mention anyone by name, but Zhang Molan instantly knew who he was talking about.

"What does that have to do with what you're about to do?"

Zhang Molan really didn't understand what he was doing. In his opinion, children who were disobedient were mostly spoiled and could be cured by a beating.

What does it matter? It matters a lot!

Zhang Moyu half-closed his eyes, with a witty and cunning look like a little fox in his eyes, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't he say he could sacrifice himself for the family? Then I think he would agree if I made a small sacrifice to save my people."

He decided to pretend to be faint when he went out. Overdrawing one's physical strength was the basic condition, while hurting the root was the real knife.

He just didn't believe that the cub he had raised for so many days wouldn't feel sorry for him!

Zhang Molan felt that he had understood, and then he was speechless.

Isn't this just to teach the patriarch a lesson by example, to tell him the importance of the patriarch? These things can be said directly, why is it necessary to have such a large circle?

He couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from waiting to see the show soon.

"Don't worry, you fainted. You don't need to fake the damage to your mental strength anyway. Just be careful not to reveal yourself. I'll take care of everything else."

Then he seemed to have thought of something and spoke again with great interest.

"Then what do you think? Should I injure myself a little more so that the clan leader can feel sorry for me?"

Zhang Moyu couldn't bear to disappoint Zhang Molan who was feeling good about himself, so he half coaxed and half lied to him.

"You can't pretend to be injured like that, right? You are the leader of the Wuzong clan, one of the best in our generation. How can you be so powerful and get injured so easily? It will affect your status in the heart of the clan leader."

Zhang Molan felt that what he said was really relaxing and made a lot of sense, so he responded reluctantly.

"Well, hey, my fighting power is too high. It's hard to play the victim and gain sympathy. Who can blame these Wang family members for being so incompetent?"

In response, Zhang Moyu could only give him an awkward but polite smile.

All I can say is... I'm glad you're happy, but you don't look like someone who needs care.