"We never expected that you, Mo Yan, would still be alive after being in a coma for so many years, especially without eating or drinking."
At that time, you had just woken up and forgot everything, like a blank sheet of paper. My mother told you without hesitation that you were her daughter, our little sister. I was very unhappy at the time. My mother had been your family's servant for so long, and I always felt inferior to you. Why should you become my mother's daughter when you have nothing left?
I had no choice but to agree; my mom said it was the only way for us to survive.
Hearing this, Mo Yan interrupted, "Your mother said, your mother said, how does your mother know everything? You really didn't suspect your mother?"
"What do you mean?" Mo Hua glared fiercely at Mo Yan. "I'll tell you if you want to know the truth. Are you still trying to sow discord?" She would never fall for it.
"It means exactly what it says. I remember your mother was illiterate back then, and even her speech was accented with dialect. Do you think she could understand these profound things?"
That's impossible. A person might be able to change themselves through learning, but if a person can't even read, how can you expect them to write you a short essay?
But according to Mo Hua, her mother knew everything.
They need blood to leave the house, and they need to control Mo Yan to come back to life. How can she be so capable?
"I never expected that after all these years, Mo Yan, you would still be as intelligent as ever."
Mo's mother also appeared in front of them, but there was blood on the corner of her mouth. Mo Yan's hands trembled incessantly. With some kind of feeling, Mo Yan rushed over with the feather duster and hit Mo's mother directly.
Mo's mother grabbed it and sneered. "You think you can hurt me with just a feather duster? You're too naive, little Mo Yan."
Mo Yan had heard that voice before, but she didn't have time to think about it at the moment. "Is that so? Then let's give it a try."
Suddenly, Mo Yan took out a peach blossom hairpin with her other hand and stabbed it directly at her.
"Sorry, I'm a bit mischievous and like to carry extra things around." The powerful blow made her eyes widen, and then Mo Yan kicked her away.
Mo Yan flew over, picked her up, and spoke directly.
"The blood on your lips is my grandfather's. Where is he?!"
"He's dead, didn't you already know that?"
"What should we do, Xiao Moyan? You're all trapped here now. Although you can resist the resentment, how are you going to survive without food and water?"
Even though she was injured, Mo's mother still had a smile on her face, as if she didn't care at all.
"It's simple, just kill you all and open the door."
Mo Yan wasn't worried at all; she could just take care of them all.
"What if... the person you're ultimately going to kill is your grandfather? Would you still be able to do it?"
"Just treat her as Mo's mother," she laughed wildly, trying to see even the slightest hesitation in Mo Yan's eyes.
“My grandfather is dead. He was killed by you all back then.”
"And what about you? Little Mo Yan, didn't you die back then too?"
Mo Yan: "!!!"
Kong Jimo: "!!!"
Mo Yan was taken aback. The original owner of this body was dead?
"Xiao Moyan, there are only two people in this house: Luo Gang and the kid you brought. The rest are not alive, understand?"
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