Upon hearing this, Mo Xi, Mo Hua, and even Kong Jimo were stunned. How could this be?
Mo Yan has been a living person all these years; she breathes and has a heartbeat, so how could she be dead?
"Impossible, how could Mo Yan possibly be..." Mo Xi was the first to disbelieve it; Mo Yan was clearly alive and well.
Kong Jimu was on the verge of collapse. What a joke! The big shot wasn't even alive?
"This is outrageous!"
Mo Hua was speechless. All along, Mo Hua had been thinking about torturing Mo Yan so that she could be resurrected after Mo Yan died. But now she was being told that Mo Yan was a dead person at all.
"And you? Who are you? You're not Mo Xi's mother, are you? How could she know so much? Who are you?"
Mo Yan wasn't bothered at all about whether she was alive or dead; instead, she stroked her chin and began to think.
"Are you the butler? That white-haired old man? Or that dog who only knows how to eat but doesn't know how to guard the house?"
“I am Mo Xi’s mother.”
Mo Yan was wrong; she really was Mo Xi and the others' mother.
"So you were just pretending that you can't do anything? Then you came here with ulterior motives from the start?"
If that's the case, many things become clear. Kidnapping her wouldn't be easy, but they did it so easily.
"Yes." Mother Mo nodded, and seeing that Mo Yan believed her words, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
"No, you're not. A person's little habits can't be faked. You're not Mo Xi's mother; you must have taken over her body. Your voice sounds so familiar to me." It was as if I'd heard it before.
"I've raised you for so many years, of course I know you well. Little Mo Yan, you still haven't answered my question. If leaving here requires killing your grandfather, what would you choose?"
What will you choose: your grandfather, who loved you so much that he would have wanted to bring you back to life even if you were dead?
She smiled and looked at Mo Yan, seemingly eager to see what Mo Yan would choose.
"You won't know, because I'll send you to hell before then."
Mo Yan squinted and took action immediately. The moment she closed her eyes, Mo Yan took out a bamboo stick and began to play a purifying melody.
Luo Luo's Requiem soothes hearts. Di Yin uses war to end war, his War Soul Melody pacifying the four directions, while Mo Yan's Purifying Soul Melody cleanses all living beings. [Luo Luo is the female protagonist of Di Yin's other two books.]
The moment the music started, everyone stared at Mo Yan in shock.
With her eyes closed and her eyelashes fluttering slightly, she looked like a fairy who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.
The Cleansing Song purifies the soul.
All resentment will be purified; if one is unwilling to be purified, then one will suffer unbearable pain.
"Do you know that if this happens, your grandfather will also die..."
They all looked on with fear, but Mo Yan didn't stop.
As the music ended, the suffocating atmosphere of fear that had enveloped the area vanished.
Kong Jimo looked at the house and the several ghosts in front of him. They were all extremely weak, and they were still resisting, unwilling to be purified.
"Stubborn to the end." Mo Yan uttered these words.
"It's no use. You can't purify us. Why don't you try using that Soul Devouring Curse? I think you should know it, right? Didn't your grandfather teach you back then?"
Mother Mo burst into laughter, staring madly at Mo Yan, "You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"The Soul-Devouring Curse first devours my soul. Even though I still exist, I have no emotions. It kills people and devours souls. Do you really think I don't know that?"
I know who you are, you are that…
"Yan Yan." Grandpa's voice suddenly appeared.
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