The light was so faint that it was not enough to illuminate the hall, so that about half of the area was in complete darkness. In addition, the hall was already enclosed, and there were white skulls on both sides of the walls, making it extremely eerie.
The spacious hall contained only a few chairs.
It's very old and worn.
On the table next to it, the teacups were also peeling, as if they had been used for a long time.
The ground wasn't paved with bluestone slabs; it was all dirt. Perhaps the only valuable thing in this hall was the old oil lamp on the table.
A person sat in front of the oil lamp.
Half of his figure was hidden in the darkness.
Before this man, a group of people knelt, all prostrate on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads, their breathing becoming shallow, as if afraid of attracting the attention of the seated man.
"Wang Tianquan is really willing to spend money; he even brought out this knife," said the person in front of the oil lamp.
The voice was hoarse and sharp, like a withered branch scraping against a bluestone slab.
Upon hearing this, no one dared to raise their head and speak.
The man stood up, and the old chair made a slight creak before falling apart, leaving only pieces of wood.
Under the lamplight, the person's face became visible to everyone.
She was very thin, almost to the point of being unrecognizable. Her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyes were a little small. From a distance, they looked like a glutinous rice ball with two sesame seeds on it.
It's somewhat comical.
But at that moment, no one dared to laugh at the sight of that face.
"This originally belonged to my Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, but now it has fallen into the hands of Wang Tianquan, and he's even flaunting it like this..."
As Mo Tianyun spoke, his expression slowly darkened, and a faint green light appeared in his eyes, which were the size of sesame seeds.
He then slammed his hand heavily on the table.
With a loud thud, the table made a deep, muffled sound.
Everyone's hearts tightened, they dared not breathe, and lowered their heads even further, almost touching the ground.
"You bunch of useless trash."
Mo Tianyun grew angrier as he spoke. He raised his hand and slapped each of them. When there were still a few people left, his hand went numb. He straightened up and said, "Slap yourselves."
As soon as the words were spoken, those people did not dare to be negligent and immediately started fanning themselves.
slap slap slap
The sound of slaps was incessant.
"Alright, stop."
Mo Tianyun snorted coldly, then his gaze fell on the person in the middle, and he said, "Mo Zhong, how did the discussion with that guy go?"
The man called Mo Zhong raised his head, revealing a bright red handprint on his fair face, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't bother wiping away the bloodstains and hurriedly said, "Wang Tianfeng has already agreed."
"Conditions," Mo Tianyun said indifferently.
Mo Chongdao said, "The condition is to kill Wang Tianquan and avenge the murder of my father."
After he finished speaking, Mo Tianyun did not react.
Mo Zhong didn't dare to speak either. He looked up, but didn't dare to look at Mo Tianyun. Seeing that the latter didn't speak, he hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, staring at Mo Tianyun's toes, remaining silent.
The atmosphere froze for a moment.
Those on either side of him seemed to feel the chill emanating from Mo Chong.
Clearly, if Mo Tianyun showed even the slightest dissatisfaction, Mo Zhong would be reduced to dust in an instant.
Mo Tianyun has always been unpredictable. Despite his youthful appearance, he has already reached the level of a saint. He has cultivated a technique that can conceal his appearance, so he looks like someone in his twenties or thirties.
Mo Zhong's heart was in turmoil, and his breathing was rapid and shallow.
I was filled with extreme fear.
Although only a few seconds had passed, it felt like a year to him, and he endured an extremely agonizing ordeal.
"Your Excellency..."
Mo Chong tentatively opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Mo Tianyun laughed deeply, "Good, not bad, I agree to this condition. Even if he hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have let Wang Tianquan go."
In the darkness, only the faint light of an old oil lamp shone.
The light shone on my face, casting a half-shadow.
At this moment, a strange change appeared on his face.
The skin and flesh on one side of his face slowly receded, revealing the stark white bones. The other side of his face was not in much better condition either; even the stark white bones had been largely removed, leaving only a small part of his broad cheekbone, which looked extremely terrifying.
Neither human nor ghost.
Even a person who sees it will gasp in shock.
At that moment, someone furtively raised their head. The next instant, a scream rang out in the empty hall, quite abruptly.
The man realized what was happening and saw Mo Tianyun looking over. Mo Tianyun's tiny eyes, like sesame seeds, gleamed with a deep, unfathomable light. The man's breath caught in his throat, and he was filled with extreme fear. He hurriedly cried out, "Your Excellency, I deserve to die a thousand deaths..."
Mo Tianyun smiled, the skin on his face quickly growing back, a hint of disgust showing between his brows, "Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish."
Without him making any move, the man who had screamed earlier had vanished without a trace.
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