Chapter 326 The Scumbag's Beloved is a Ghost 24



The moment Mo Yan pushed open the door, the house looked like it had returned to normal.

It was only what it appeared to be. In Mo Yan and Kong Jimo's eyes, everything was black, which showed just how badly the place had burned back then.

Mo Xi immediately opened the door, but instead of coming out, she just stood at the entrance.

"Little sister, you're back! Officer, my sister didn't do anything. You must have misunderstood something."

"There's no misunderstanding. Your sister is indeed involved in a case. She says she was scammed into marriage, and the root of it all is feudal superstition and that Luo Gang."

Upon hearing Luo Gang's name, Fang Miao instinctively felt a little flustered.

How did the police find Luo Gang so quickly?

"Luo Gang? Which antique shop owner is he?" Mo Xi remembered that there was indeed such a person, and this person was closely related to Fang Miao. He glared at Fang Miao fiercely, wishing he could make her disappear into ashes right now.

"That's right. He said there's a way to bring someone back to life, but it requires Mo Yan's blood, which is why he would plot against Mo Yan."

"We just want her to go there and investigate this problem. Mr. Mo Xi, do you think ghosts really exist in this world?"

Kong Jimo looked at them with a half-smile.

Before Mo Xi and the others could speak, Fang Miao spoke up.

"How could that be? Officer, you yourself said that we can't be superstitious, can we?"

Little sister, come quickly to your older sister! I was so worried about you being taken away for so long.

"Little sister, come here to your big brother. I have something for you, your favorite milk candy." Mo Xi took out the milk candy, wanting Mo Yan to come to him, because he knew clearly that they were about to make their move.

“Come back to your mother’s. Neither of you two acts like an older brother or sister.” Mo’s mother knew very well that as long as she kept Mo Yan under control, Mo Xi wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on her.

Seeing their anxious expressions, Mo Yan smiled. "What's wrong with you three today? Why do you all want me to come over?"

Sister, you said before that I was your most beloved younger sister, right?

"Of course." Why would Mo Yan ask such a question? Could it be that she knows something?

"Then why did you scheme against me? You had Luo Gang tell Fu Xiangrong that my blood could bring Tao Xin back to life, and you made them harm me. You really love me."

After I came back, you even reported me for being superstitious. How can you love me so much?

And also, your face is so ugly, covered in hideous scars. I feel disgusted just looking at it.

Mo Yan was tired and too lazy to play word games with them here.

Kong Jimo: "!!!!" This is different from what they agreed on.

"Mo Yan, what do you mean?" Mo Hua was most concerned about her face, but Mo Yan was saying this. What had she seen? "What did you see? What did you look at, ah!"

How could she have scars on her face? It's impossible, it's impossible.

She immediately looked around, frantically searching for a mirror.

"Little sister, you're being naughty." Mo Xi frowned, somewhat unsure whether Mo Yan had really seen it or not.

"Little sister? I, Mo Yan, have always been an only child in my family. How come I didn't know I had a brother?"

"Mo Xi, your whole family are nothing but servants in my household. What right do you have to call me 'little sister'?"

Kong Jiming grabbed Mo Yan and asked, "Are you crazy?"

Didn't they want to take down Xu Zhi? What are they doing? Their whole family has been entrenched here for years; the two of them can't possibly defeat them.

"I'm tired, I don't want to play word games with them anymore."

Tell me, how did you harm my grandfather?

Mo Yan pulled out a feather duster from somewhere and pointed it directly at them.

The scene was somewhat comical for a moment.

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