Chapter 22 Death of Mo Jitong

Mo Zizheng seemed to have touched upon a sad matter and burst into tears once again.

Ji Qingling also became anxious, not knowing what had happened.

"Sister, please stop crying and explain the situation to us as soon as possible."

"The Mo family, the Mo family, wuwu...the Mo family was wiped out."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Sanniang slammed the table and stood up.

"Who the hell are you? You come to me and talk nonsense."

Mo Zizheng was so frightened that he stood there for a moment and even forgot to cry.

"Sanniang, don't be anxious," Ji Linhai held her hand and comforted her.

"I'll go and ask around now."

Ji Qingling had no choice but to call out to her father, "Dad, don't be anxious, listen to the whole story first."

"I heard someone say in the restaurant that day that my father led my mother and my grandfather to the secret room under the pretext of viewing the secret treasure. There seemed to be several distinguished guests with them. For some reason, my father blew up his soul in the secret room and killed them all."

Ji Qingling noticed that when Mo Zizhen talked about her mother and grandfather, he sounded as if he was talking about Zhang San next door, without the sadness he should have.

"Later, the Zhu family arrived and found that my grandfather had died, so they killed all the members of my Mo family!"

Finally he finished speaking, and Mo Zizheng continued to cry again.

He thought of something again and took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it to Mo Sanniang.

"Aunt, this is what my father asked me to give you."

Mo Sanniang took it, gently stroked it with spiritual power, and opened it! In an instant, she could no longer control herself, and she held the storage tightly in her hand and cried bitterly.

"Why! Why don't you wait for me to kill you myself? You killed my father, how dare you die like this?"

No one in the family dared to speak, and didn't know how to comfort her.

This storage bag was a relic of Mo Jitong's biological father. He always carried it with him, and Mo Sanniang had seen it countless times.

A monk's storage bag cannot be opened forcibly unless it is opened by a monk whose cultivation level is much higher than his own.

Otherwise, there is only one possibility, that is, Mo Jitong has died.

He opened the storage bag and a talisman flew out, shining with golden light.

Mo Sanniang pointed her finger, the golden light of the talisman disappeared, and a male voice came from the talisman.

“Qiu Min, I kicked you out of the Mo family decades ago, but I didn’t expect that would be the last time we met in this life.

You can open the storage bag and know that I am no longer here. With your temper, you must be upset why I didn't die in your hands.

You are right to hate me. For decades, I have been convincing myself that killing my uncle was revenge for my parents.

Sparing your life is my greatest kindness to you.

If I hadn't accidentally learned the truth a few years ago, I might have thought this way all my life.

Ever since I learned a few years ago that my uncle's death was planned by Zhu Youda, the head of the Zhu family, I have had nothing but revenge in my heart.

At that time, Zhu Youda learned that his grandfather had hidden a secret treasure, and after his grandfather passed away, the secret treasure was passed on to his uncle.

He took the opportunity to get close to my father and uncle and gain their trust.

He was also the one who planned my father's death. His original intention was to kill my uncle so that he could build up his foundation and inherit the position of the head of the family so that he could snatch the secret treasure.

Who knew that by some strange coincidence my father died in the secret place, and he could only re-plan to lure me into the trap.

In the past, I always mentioned unintentionally that there was something strange about my father's death, which made me suspicious, but he never talked about it.

Finally, after we got married, he told me that it was my uncle who killed my parents in order to seize the secret treasure.

In this way, I walked step by step into the trap he set, and finally joined forces with him to kill my uncle.

In recent years, I have been secretly investigating for revenge and discovered that there is someone else behind the Zhu family.

The Zhu family has not found what the other party wants for decades, and the other party has lost patience.

Zhu Youda has been testing me frequently lately, and I conspired with Zi Zhenniang to ask that man to search my soul.

I sent people to inquire about you, but I didn't dare tell you all.

What does it matter if you know it? After all, I was the one who killed my uncle.

Even if I want revenge, I must kill my enemy myself.

The Mo family no longer has the power to fight back, but I cannot allow the enemy who killed my uncle and my parents to live in this world.

I have planned everything. I decided to use the secret treasure to lure people to the secret treasure.

He, Zhu Youda, must be buried with these people using the secret techniques he learned in his early years.

As for the other members of the Mo family, they would naturally disperse at that time.

I'm sorry, Qiumin, I failed to protect the Mo family, and I let my uncle down."

The sound coming from the talisman was Mo Jitong's crying.

Ji Qingling thought that if he could see it, it would probably be a scene of a grown man crying bitterly.

As expected of the man who was the head of the family, the crying soon subsided.

“The only thing I can’t let go of is my daughter Zizhen.

Ever since it was discovered that she had no spiritual roots at the age of six, her mother and grandfather never looked at her again.

The tribesmen didn't like her either. This pitiful child always hid in her room quietly, afraid of offending others.

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Later I sent her back to the mortal world, hoping to find her a husband in a few years.

Now that my family is in trouble, I really have no one I can completely trust, so I can only entrust Zizhen to you.

I hope you can find a place for her to stay. I just hope my true daughter can live a peaceful and happy life from now on."

Mo Zizhen was originally stunned by the things her father said, but now when he mentioned her, she realized that she would never see her father again.

The only person in the world who truly loves her.

The worry and great sadness over the past few days made her faint from tears at this moment.

“This storage bag contains what my uncle left behind, as well as my savings over the years.

I looked through my uncle's belongings, but didn't find the secret treasure those people wanted.

I know you don't care about this, so just think of it as a gift from me, your uncle, to your two children.

I've seen them, they're great!

In recent years, I often think of the desperate look in my uncle's eyes before he died. I regard him as my father.

He gave everything he had for me, just to help me build my foundation as soon as possible.

The regret and remorse in the past few years have prevented me from practicing meditation. Now death is a relief for me. I have been waiting for this day to come.

You must remember one thing, don't go back to the Mo family, and don't ask about the Mo family's affairs.

The people who were sent to investigate you have been dealt with by me, so no one will know of your existence.

From then on, there was no longer any Mo Qiumin in this world, only Mo Sanniang.

I’m sorry, sister.”

After saying the last sentence, the sound transmission note gradually turned into ash and disappeared without a trace.

"mother?"

"Sanniang?"

Mo Sanniang stood up and waved her hands, "Leave me alone."

He took the storage bag, walked into the room, and closed the door. No more sound was heard.

Ji Qingling and the others looked at each other. No one would be able to digest this matter for a while.

This Mo Jitong is really hateful and pitiful.

He killed the uncle he regarded as his own father, drove out the sister he loved and cared for since childhood, and acknowledged the thief as his father.

Later he found out it was all a trap. You can imagine how he felt guilty and regretful over the past few years.

The three of them discussed it and decided that Ji Linhai would go out to find out the news tomorrow morning.

If this is true, they have to be careful, for fear that the enemies of the Mo family will come looking for Mo Sanniang.

Seeing that it was already very late, Ji Linhai urged his daughter to go to bed.

When Ji Qingling stepped into the room, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

(End of this chapter)