Chapter 77 Undercurrent
"No?" Bai Zhaoyan raised his head and glanced around the main room. "He was called away by Mo Feng's men last night. Hasn't he returned yet?"
Lang Ye shook his head. "I didn't see him this morning, and he didn't come back last night either."
Cen Ran sat down next to Bai Zhaoyan. "We went to his home and his former residence, and there was no one there."
"I asked the guards and sentries, but none of them had seen him."
He tilted his head and made a rubbing motion at his neck, "Zhao Yan, do you think Mo Wang would..."
He has been eliminated by Mo Feng.
Bai Zhaoyan narrowed his eyes, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said to him, "Don't make a sound, go to the prison and tie up Mo Su."
Cen Ran obeyed the order and left. She then instructed Lang Ye, "Order all sentries to strengthen their vigilance. Anyone who approaches, regardless of the reason, must be arrested first."
"good."
The two beasts left again, and the hall became quiet again. Bai Zhaoyan stared at the clouds in the sky with heavy eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
*
Outside the prison, Mo Su dug out a cloth bag from the mud at Ye Zheng's suggestion, half believing and half doubting.
The cloth bag was stained with blood, and a fishy smell hit him. His hand touched something round.
I suddenly recalled the time when I went to visit Pu Qingsong’s grave when I was a child. His skull was just like that.
Mo Su shuddered all over, and the cloth bag was torn open. When he saw what was inside, his eyes widened in horror, and he stood there for a long time without coming to his senses.
"If you want to take Noah away, just take him away." Ye Zheng's voice was cold, without any emotion.
Mo Su suddenly covered his mouth, held onto the tree trunk beside him, and retched twice.
fear.
They, the Qingyan tribe, are all devils.
Mo Su's head felt numb and he felt like ants were crawling all over his body.
Before he could say anything to blame Ye Zheng, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and his body immediately went limp.
Cen Ran moved in one smooth motion, grabbing Mo Su's collar and dragging him into the prison.
Ye Zheng was confused, "What are you doing?"
"Mo Wang is missing. Zhao Yan suspects that he was detained by Mo Feng, so she wants to keep Mo Su in exchange."
Ye Zheng frowned slightly. His parents died early, but they were very good to him when they were alive. He couldn't understand why Mo Wang's father treated him so strangely.
But since it was Zhaoyan's order, they just did it.
The two beasts worked together to tie Mo Su up tightly and threw him into the prison.
The bloodstains in the cell where Vince and seven others were imprisoned have been cleaned up, and Jason's body has been taken back by his father, Am. Only a faint smell of blood remains in the cell.
Cen Ran instructed the seven orcs to keep an eye on Mo Su and make amends for his crime.
Upon hearing this, the seven beasts nodded in agreement.
*
The doors and windows of Mo Feng's room were closed. He sat upright at the table, wearing animal skins, revealing half of his bronze shoulders.
His eyes fell on the ground in front of him, his expression cold.
Mo Wang had a blunt force wound on the back of his head, and the blood had already coagulated into a scab.
He recalled the scene last night when Mo Wang came to find him.
That was the first time he looked at Mo Wang's appearance seriously.
The taciturn and handsome young man's eyebrows are quite similar to those when he was young, except that there is a scar at the corner of his eye for some reason.
Mo Feng suddenly felt ridiculous.
It was not obvious when he was young, and he always suspected that Mo Wang was not his bloodline, but when he grew up, he could see his shadow without much explanation.
He humbled himself and invited Mo Wang to sit down, hoping to ease the relationship with him.
After all, he had really fallen in love with Qingsong, and Mo Wang was the only blood relationship between him and Qingsong.
If he had not been so suspicious at that time, he would not have missed so many years with Mo Wang, and the position of young master would definitely have been passed on to him instead of Mo Su.
More than ten years have passed, and Mo Wang still resents him, but Mo Feng is wishful thinking. He thinks that as long as he treats him with a good face and shows some concern for him, Mo Wang will definitely soften his heart.
Mo Wang did not sit down. He stood at the door, his eyes slightly lowered, his face cold and numb. "No need, Chief Mo. Is there something you want to talk to me about? If not, I'll leave. I'm very busy."
The beautiful fantasy in his heart was shattered by his cold words. Mo Feng's face darkened. "I'm your father. Can't I even ask you to come over and reminisce for a while?"
His father's pressure didn't affect Mo Wang in the slightest. "Father?"
"Why didn't you say it was me when you allowed your wife to provoke my father and caused her to become insane and commit suicide?"
"Your wife and son tortured me day and night, locked me up, beat me, and humiliated me. Why didn't you call me your father when you stood by and watched?"
"When Mo Su dug up my mother's grave and made her restless, why didn't he say that he was my father?"
The more Mo Wang spoke, the tighter the hands hidden at his side tightened. He should have listened to Zhao Yan and given him a beating on the head to vent his anger.
For Eminem, and for my former self.
Mo Feng listened to his questioning and sighed softly. The guilt in his eyes was three parts genuine and seven parts fake. "Awang, my father also had his own difficulties back then."
"Your Amu's death is not as simple as it seems."
"Would you please sit down and let me explain it to you slowly?"
Hearing him say that there might be other hidden secrets behind Am's death, Mo Wang's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he felt a conflict between his conscience and his desires. After a long time, he slowly moved over and sat opposite Mo Feng.
He took a deep breath and said, "You say."
Mo Feng curled his lips slightly with great satisfaction. He knew that no matter how much his son hated him, he would not ignore the news about Qingsong.
"No hurry, first tell Father how you have been doing in the Tiger Tribe these years."
Mo Wang suppressed his inner irritation and said with a cold face, "It's fine."
"That's good." Mo Feng sighed, then changed the subject, "Then what's with the scar on your face?"
"Didn't your wife awaken her healing powers? Didn't she heal you?"
"Are her healing abilities all a lie?"
After these words came out, Mo Wang's brows furrowed even deeper, "It's none of your business."
"What happened between Zhao Yan and me has nothing to do with you. I will not deceive, exploit, or abandon my wife in pursuit of power and profit."
He glanced at Mo Feng coldly, "I don't think you have anything important to tell me, you're just trying to trick me."
"I advise you not to have any ulterior motives, otherwise I will be the first one to leave you."
After saying that, Mo Wang stood up and left, not wanting to have anything to do with Mo Feng anymore.
He loathed him from the bottom of his heart.
Just as he reached the door, Mo Wang suddenly felt a strong wind behind him.
He quickly turned around to avoid it, but was hit hard on the back of his head.
Mo Feng's sneak attack was fast and fierce, almost a killing move, and he showed no mercy at all just because the man in front of him was his own son.
In the last second of Mo Wang's chaotic consciousness, he saw Mo Feng squatting in front of him against the light, with a hideous and evil smile on his face.
"If you refuse the face I gave you, then you can't blame your father for being cruel."
“…”
He couldn't quite hear what Mo Feng said next.
“Knock knock knock—”
There were three knocks on the door. Mo Feng came out of his memories and kicked Mo Wang under the bed before he spoke, "Who is it?"
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