When Mo Yang heard Mo Zhangkuang's words, he was so scared that his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.
As soon as Song Ci heard Mo Zhangkuang speak, he anticipated that Mo Yang might reveal his true identity, and stood behind Mo Yang without making a sound.
The moment Mo Yang almost collapsed to the ground, Song Ci grabbed Mo Yang's lower back and squeezed it hard.
Mo Yang suddenly woke up with a pain in her waist. Realizing that she had almost been exposed, she quickly lowered her head and continued to wipe away her tears.
To other tribesmen, her action of wiping away tears was an expression of grief after hearing that her husband had been murdered.
Mo Zhangkuang said he wanted to perform an autopsy on his son, and no one dared to object. After all, he was the respected old patriarch. Mo Zhangkuang had Mo Suixin's body taken to another house, and he personally performed an autopsy on Mo Suixin.
It was almost dark when Mo Zhangkuang came out of the autopsy room. When he came out, his expression was unpredictable, his eyes were gloomy, and he looked at everyone with suspicion.
As soon as everyone saw the old patriarch's appearance, they knew that he had indeed been murdered.
The head of the family wasn't known for being kind, but he wasn't harsh or unapproachable either. He was fair and just, and had never set himself up to be a powerful figure. So, who was the murderer?
The tribesmen looked at each other, thinking that anyone could be the murderer.
Mo Zhangkuang said nothing, but ordered Mo Suiyun to turn on the loudspeaker in the valley and call all the tribesmen and foreign guests in the valley to Shensi Tower.
Han Zhan and Mr. Zhong were also invited into the Shensi Building. As Mo Zhangkuang's new disciple, Song Ci had already gone into the Shensi Building with Mo Zhangkuang. By the time Han Zhan heard the announcement and arrived at the Shensi Building with Song Fei, almost everyone had already gathered.
The entire Mo tribe had 394 living people, plus Songci, Songfei, Han Zhanzhong, and Zhou Wu, bringing the total to 399. Nearly four hundred people sat together, and at first glance, they looked like heads.
Mo Zhangkuang stood on the podium and said, "Among you, there is one person, or a group of people, who killed my son!" Mo Zhangkuang's wife passed away early. Although he and his wife were not deeply affectionate, they had lived in mutual respect for more than 20 years. After his wife's death, Mo Zhangkuang did not remarry.
Mo Suixin is the only child he and his deceased wife have. In order to break the curse on Mo Suixin, Mo Zhangkuang has been searching the world for a suitable and fragile spare tire since Mo Suixin was eight years old, and trained a medicine man for Mo Suixin.
Mo Suixin is Mo Zhangkuang's hope and also the place where he places his emotions.
Mo Suixin is dead, how can Mo Zhangkuang tolerate this!
As he spoke, Mo Zhangkuang's gaze lingered on his daughter-in-law, Mo Yang, for a few seconds longer. "I'll give that murderer ten seconds. If you step forward, I'll kill you!"
"If you don't come forward, and I find out, I'll tear your tendons and skin you alive! Let the whole tribe know the severity of the consequences of murdering a member of the tribe!"
Mo Zhangkuang's words echoed throughout the hall, full of majesty. Mo Zhangkuang was not trying to scare people, he was serious.
His gloomy eyes were filled with something that made people panic, that was pressure!
Mo Zhangkuang was able to harm his own brothers at a young age. Now that he has grown old, his methods have become even more vicious. He is definitely capable of doing things like pulling out someone's tendons and skinning them.
Offstage, everyone was whispering to each other, speculating about who had killed the patriarch. This was Mo Yang's first time doing something like this, and her concentration wasn't great. Soon, her face turned pale.
Mo Fengying was sitting with Mo Yang. She noticed her mother's expression was off and thought she was angry about her father's death. She held her mother's hand and said, "Mom, we will definitely catch the murderer!"
Mo Yang glanced at her daughter. Her lips moved a few times, but she quickly lowered her head and remained silent. Mo Fengying could never have imagined that the person who murdered Mo Suixin was none other than her!
The bowl of medicine that Mo Yang asked Mo Fengying to deliver to his father every day was poisonous, but it was not the bowl of medicine that was poisonous, but the bowl that contained the medicine.
The rim of the bowl was painted by Mo Yang with "Six Days to Fall". As the name suggests, the so-called six-days to fall is a kind of medicine that will cause death if taken for six consecutive days.
And this afternoon, Mo Suixin took the bowl of medicine for the sixth time.
The tea Mo Yang brewed for Mo Suixin that night was also laced with a deadly poison. However, the poison wasn't Liuridao, but "Hanxiaodian," a poison that would kill after just a few sips. The symptoms of death from Hanxiaodian and Liuridao poisoning, as well as the appearance of the body after death, were identical.
Mo Suixin did not drink the cup of tea. That cup of tea was just a prop used by Mo Yang to clear Mo Fengying's grievances after he was worried that the matter would be exposed and discovered by Mo Zhangkuang.
Once Mo Zhangkuang becomes suspicious about the cause of his son's death and performs an autopsy on Mo Suixin, and finds that his son died of poisoning, he will definitely not let it go.
Mo Yang did this to break the curse on her daughter, but she didn't want Mo Fengying to know that she was the murderer of Mo Suixin. In order to protect Mo Fengying, Mo Yang planned to take the blame for Mo Suixin's murder on her own back.
Ten seconds passed quickly.
Seeing that no one was willing to step forward, Zhang Kuang sneered two or three times. "Good! Good! Very good, no one is willing to admit it, right?"
Everyone in the room was completely silent. Even those who felt unwell and wanted to cough suppressed the urge and kept their mouths shut. They were afraid that if they even coughed, the old patriarch would accuse them of being "guilty."
Mo Zhangkuang's gaze swept across the faces of the tribesmen one by one, and the eyes of everyone he was looking at were flickering and vague.
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