For one's own mother to shield oneself from divine retribution, that's truly...
Oh, that biological mother looks familiar, she seems to be the same woman from back then, so it was all premeditated?
"Zhang Xuewu, it must have been tough for you to have your mother act as your divine punishment, right?"
Back then, that woman was the original owner's best friend. There's a saying: "Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend."
"I..." How would I know?
Zhang Xuewu, of course, had no idea; being so afraid of pain, he naturally wouldn't let anyone know.
Just then, a sound came from outside the door.
"Open the door, open the door! Listen up, you inside! You'd better let my son go, or you'll see what I do to you!"
Mo Yan laughed upon hearing the voice. "I didn't expect you guys to be able to tip me off. Well, it's alright, then come in together."
Mo Yan pulled Jiao Qi and Lin Shishi back to the point where Jiao Qi was ill, and with a wave of her hand, a barrier was created.
"Stay there and don't come out. And you, a boy, slapping someone? You're not even as good as Shishi."
Jiao Qi: "..." Wasn't he just so angry he lost his mind?
Mo Yan looked at the man and said, "Hmm, young man, you have potential. You're tipping me off right under my nose."
The man gritted his teeth, "My master is coming soon. Do you know who you've offended?"
This woman is truly arrogant and ignorant, hurting him and the people he protects. Soon she will know what hell is like.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan kicked the man, sending him huddled against the wall.
"I see that you also have someone else's fate on your shoulders. Since that's the case, I'll let you experience the taste of divine retribution and the feeling of having your destiny stripped away."
Mo Yan reached out and grabbed it, and the man watched helplessly as a warm yellow blob disappeared from his sight.
"No, no..."
The man screamed in terror, and the next moment, he felt pain all over his body—it was divine retribution.
This pain is indescribable; it pierces the very soul, penetrating to the very marrow every moment.
Other people's lives are not so easy to take.
Seeing his master writhing on the ground in pain, Zhang Xuewu was terrified and trembled uncontrollably.
"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer, I'll give it all back to him, I'll give it all back to him, okay?"
"It's too late."
The life and fortune that Jiao Qi lost over the years are gone forever.
Many opportunities might not have bothered Jiao Qi much if he had lost them, but those were his opportunities to begin with, so why should they be taken away from him?
Mo Yan also took away Jiao Qi's fate, which he had stolen, and returned it to Jiao Qi.
Jiao Qi felt warm all over, as if something he had lost before had now returned.
As for Zhang Xuewu, he was in just as much pain as that man at that moment.
He deeply felt that the pain he had experienced before was nothing compared to the pain he felt now, which seemed to be localized but was actually piercing his very soul.
"Please let me go."
The knocking on the door grew louder. Mo Yan went over, opened the door, and pulled them inside.
A fat man arrived, followed by a chubby bald man dressed in monk's robes, and a dozen or so people in black. Mo Yan looked at the men in black, a smile playing on her lips, and asked, "Are you coming in?"
For some reason, they suddenly felt a chill down their spines, as if the voices were telling them, "No, you can't go in. The consequences of going in will be very serious."
They immediately stepped back, and the next moment, Mo Yan smiled. "Then don't come in."
As soon as Mo Yan closed the door, she turned around and looked at the bald man and the fat man.
"What are you two doing here? Walking right into a trap?"
Mo Yan took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two of them.
The two looked at Mo Yan warily. "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, just connecting to the internet, let me check."
Mo Yan leaned against the bed, leisurely playing with her phone. The two of them were feeling uneasy, while Zhang Xuewu and the others were making painful growls nearby. Mo Yan frowned and glanced at them, saying, "Shut up, you're too noisy."
Then they saw the two men screaming in agony, their faces contorted, their bodies curled up, enduring immense pain without making a sound.
The man looked at the monk. "Master, what's going on?"
"I...don't know either." He didn't know, and he was even terrified. There were no magical fluctuations, no talismans, no incantations. She just said one sentence, and her disciple and young master were silenced. How much power would it take to do that?
"How could you not know! I've spent so much money supporting you, and now that I need you, you say you don't know? Are you kidding me?"
The monk frowned and looked at the man with some displeasure. "Mr. Zhang, you need to understand, you're the one who begged me for help, wanting me to help you get rid of those things."
"You!" Mr. Zhang's face darkened; he was extremely frustrated. He could only look at Mo Yan. "How much do you want? Name your price, and I'll give you as much as you ask for."
"What, do you want my life?"
Mo Yan looked at the man. "Zhang Tu, right? You're a wanted fugitive. I didn't expect you to have changed your appearance. Let me see. You killed your brother's family of eight and made your fortune by trafficking children. Because of your resentment, you found this monk and hoped he would help you. In the end, with his help, you started to get rich. The two of you are in cahoots."
"Oh my, you two are fighting over one woman? Wait a minute, then that woman slept with Jiaozuo and gave birth to this thing?"
Mo Yan stared wide-eyed at the contents of the Book of Life and Death, dumbfounded as she looked at them. "This is so melodramatic!"
Monk: "!!!"
General Manager Zhang: "!!!"
"What do you mean?" Mr. Zhang's face was as dark as it could possibly be.
"Don't talk nonsense, Zhang Xuewu is General Manager Zhang's son."
The monk quickly spoke up, and Mo Yan laughed upon hearing it. "How could anything in the Book of Life and Death be fake? You two are utterly wicked, and today I'll rid the world of this menace and then throw you into the police station."
Mo Yan then looked at the two of them with some sympathy, "One of you spent money and effort for him, while the other suffered a backlash from damaging his cultivation. You don't actually think he's your son, do you?"
Mo Yan felt even more sorry for them, and squatted down to look at the two men on the ground. "How pitiful you are! And you, you fake monk, that's not very ethical. They gave you food and drink, and you betrayed them."
"That woman is quite shrewd. She managed to deceive you both, making you both believe that Zhang Xuewu is your son. I wouldn't believe it myself without some tricks up my sleeve."
So was the person we just saw suffering divine retribution really Zhang Xuewu's mother?
Mo Yan found this very interesting, really interesting.
"impossible."
"Absolutely impossible."
The two shook their heads frantically, both saying it was impossible.
They can't possibly admit it; if they did, wouldn't that be admitting they're being cheated on?
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