At this time, the third elder of the Wu family, Mo Xiushen, was still drinking tea leisurely in his room, and had no idea that his beloved son was dead.
At this moment, one of his disciples ran to the door in a panic and knocked on it hurriedly.
Mo Xiushen asked a little unhappy: "What's the matter?"
The disciple hurriedly said respectfully: "Oh no, Third Elder, something big has happened!"
When Mo Xiushen heard this, he immediately scolded, "What are you so flustered about! Come in and tell me!"
After getting Mo Xiushen's consent, his disciples dared to walk into the house.
When he entered the room, he found Mo Xiushen sitting leisurely on a chair, with a fan in his hand, fanning himself non-stop, looking very comfortable.
The disciple stood there and didn't dare to say anything for a while. Mo Xiushen's eyes were still on the book in his hand, and he didn't even look at the disciple.
But after a while, he found that the disciple still didn't speak, which was a bit strange, so he couldn't help but raised his head and asked: "Didn't you say you had something important to say? Why don't you say anything?"
The disciple saw that he had no choice but to speak, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Third Elder, it's bad, something's happened to the young master!"
When Mo Xiushen heard this, he was stunned and asked hurriedly, "What did you say? Is there something wrong with the young master? What happened to the young master?"
The disciples were afraid that the Third Elder would faint from anger, so they hesitated for a long time and dared not say anything. Mo Xiushen was so angry that he almost started a fight: "Hurry up and tell me, do you want to make me die of anxiety?"
The disciple then said cautiously: "Master...he...is lying on the street, and seems to be gone..."
After the disciple said this, he looked at Mo Xiushen nervously.
Mo Xiushen would have been fine if he didn't want to hear it, but when he heard it, he was stunned on the spot: "What did you say? The young master is on the street? What do you mean by gone?"
The disciple saw that this guy didn't understand, so he said, "The young master seems to be dead!"
Mo Xiushen understood this sentence directly. He said in disbelief: "What? You said the young master is dead?"
The disciple nodded and said, "Yes, it was on the street. Many people saw it, and I saw it too. It's too late to save him."
Mo Xiushen was instantly struck by lightning. His face changed drastically and he began to tremble. "Impossible! How could the young master die? He can't possibly die! You are talking nonsense!"
When the disciple saw it, it was exactly as he thought. This guy refused to believe it no matter what. He really shouldn't have told him. He should have let him see it for himself.
So the disciple said calmly: "Third Elder, I dare not talk nonsense. If you don't believe me, you can go and see."
Mo Xiushen was like an ant on hot pan at this time. He immediately stood up and ran towards the street.
When he got outside, he realized that he had not yet asked clearly which street his son was on.
At this moment, sweat was already dripping down his forehead. He really couldn't imagine what he would become if his son was gone.
Just as Mo Xiushen was looking around, he suddenly found that the crowd was rushing towards the street in the east. He thought, "Oh no! Something might have really happened."
Mo Xiushen hurriedly ran towards a crowded place. At this moment, he had completely lost his previous calmness and arrogance. In his heart, he just hoped that his son was fine.
When Mo Xiushen came to the crowd, he saw many people standing in the distance pointing and talking, and then quickly left. His heart couldn't help but beat wildly.
He ran over quickly and saw his son lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, dead.
Mo Xiushen was stunned when he saw it. He screamed and rushed over, shouting, "Son! What happened to you?"
When the people around heard this, they immediately realized that this old man was the father of the guy in front of them. So, he should be the third elder of the Wu family.
Everyone was so scared that they left immediately, but they were very curious, so they stood at a distance and watched.
The reason why everyone is so scared is simply because Mo Xiushen is a very terrifying cultivator.
His current cultivation level has reached the first stage of the Jindan realm, and everyone is very scared when they see him.
Now his son was killed, he must be furious! This time the matter must have gotten out of hand!
Everyone looked at Mo Xiushen with horror. Mo Xiushen felt as if the sky had fallen and lay down beside his son, crying loudly.
When passers-by saw his expression, they knew in their hearts that Mo Xiushen would definitely not give up.
Sure enough, Mo Xiushen cried for a while and then suddenly stood up.
His eyes turned red and he looked around angrily, as if he wanted to find out who killed his son right away.
Suddenly, he spotted passers-by standing in the distance and immediately shouted, "Come here!"
The passers-by were shocked. They didn't expect that even though they were standing so far away, they were still discovered by him.
Passersby were so frightened that they didn't dare to come over.
Mo Xiushen got furious when he saw this: "Come here quickly! If you don't come, I will kill you!"
When everyone saw that the old guy was really angry, no one dared to delay and hurried over.
Mo Xiushen's eyes turned red as he asked in a stern voice, "Who did this? Do you know who did this?"
Everyone was shocked by Mo Xiushen's words and no one dared to speak, because no one saw who did it.
Therefore, no one dared to speak and just stood there blankly.
Mo Xiushen waited for a while and found that no one spoke. He immediately became angry: "Are you deaf? Speak quickly! If you don't, no one will survive today!"
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