The gaze fell upon a white rat, its orifices bleeding, dyeing parts of its fur a vivid red. A strong stench of decay constantly emanated from it. It was wrapped in thick cloth, like a dark robe....
"Is this really the true face of the King-Degenerate?"
Previously, when Zhou Kang died, Zhou Ji died, Guan Hou was not injured at all. The Four Canons and the Mirror of Clarity directly shattered its illusory appearance and suppressed it itself?
"Ugh…" someone emitted a dry retch.
"Throw... throw it out quickly..." Princess Mo shook with her finger pointing at the white-furred rat. She had been weak and unconscious, but with the King-Degenerate suddenly seeking its life, and further weakened by the restriction of the Four Canons Mirror, Princess Mo found herself fully conscious now, her eyes filled with resentment.
"Before that, several members of the Mo family had to take a deep breath and step forward with a stick. They were like they had agreed on it, one person picking up the white-furred rat, while the other three supporting Mo Qiong who had fallen to the ground."
At that moment, a slender figure emerged from the crowd. It was none other than Yu Xiuxiu.
She was wearing Mo family clothes. I didn't recognize her earlier.
It's likely that she had been following along, making it somewhat inconvenient for Mo Ying, so she decided to let her stand with the crowd.
Yu Xiuxiu blocked the Mo family. Suddenly, she raised her leg and stamped it down heavily!
In the blink of an eye, the bleeding-rimmed rat suddenly shot up and lunged fiercely towards the main hall.
Yu Xiuxiu's foot slammed down on the ground, and with a muffled thud, she hit the rat's tail.
Then, she brought her other foot down fiercely.
The ear-piercing scream echoed, as the white-furred rat was crushed and its blood splattered everywhere. Its bones, intestines, and other organs all burst out.
"Ahh..." Everyone in the scene sucked in a breath.
"Truly cunning..." Mo Ying pursed her lips, her face slightly pale.
Princess Mo's eyes widened, and she too was sweating profusely on her forehead.
"Shows divinity... This sister of yours, your courage is astounding, and your quickness is terrifying..."
My eyelids flickered rapidly. Yu Xiuxiu took a few steps back and returned to her original position, remaining silent as if nothing had happened.
The tense atmosphere in the field immediately relaxed a lot. People rushed over to clean up the remains of the white-furred rat, while others massaged Mo Qiong's nose to help him regain consciousness. He barely managed to open his eyes.
Someone whispered the events that had just occurred to Mo Qiong, and his gaze on me was filled with horror.
"King-Degenerate dead, Zhou Yanze dead."
"This brat repaid kindness with enmity and deserves this fate." Princess Mo said, closing her eyes and trembling.
The people inside the house were mostly expressing puzzled expressions, not understanding Princess Mo's words.
But I instantly grasped the meaning.
Back then, when Zhou Yanzhe vowed to curse me to death in front of everyone, Princess Mo hit him and said quite a lot.
On the surface, it was a split with the Zhou family, which was indeed a split. But he left a tiny bit of a way out.
He was saving Zhou Yanze's life, playing both sides and being cunning.
"Shows divinity... My Mo family has no more secrets to hide..." Princess Mo looked at me again, her eyes filled with regret and apologies.
Clearly, he understood that I had understood.
Actually, if he hadn't mentioned it, I might not have remembered those details. After all, I didn't even know it at the time.
Once it was said, it represented an attitude.
"Father… What riddle are you exchanging with the divine spirit?" Mo Qiong's face was filled with confusion.
Mo Ying also hesitated to speak, her expression uncertain about what to ask.
"You are naturally dull-witted, how can I entrust the family to your hands?" Princess Mo sighed, looking particularly disappointed.
"Ahem... I..." Mo Qiong: "???"
"Zhou family, is not simple." Princess Mo directly changed the subject, but what he said was direct and to the point, and there was a faint hint of fear in his eyes.
"We cannot go to the Zhou family!" His eyes became determined!
"Father, what are you doing this for..." Mo Qiong was even more confused.
The Mo family members in the crowd also had a confused attitude. Someone muttered quietly, "Why should we be afraid of the Zhou family? Grandpa has already said that Zhou Yanze is dead. Why not just go? What's the point of not going for Zhongshan Biaojiao? Is Mo family's face not important? And besides, several of our clan members didn't come back last night. We all know they must have died at the hands of the Zhou family."
Does the old man have gone mad?
"Everyone, get out!" Princess Mo suddenly opened her eyes wide and said hoarsely, "Divine spirit siblings, Mo Ying, and Mo Qiong, you stay."
The Mo family members fell silent all at once and left the hall in a fluster, each going in different directions.
The room became much quieter.
However, even though the floor was cleaned up, there was still a lingering odor of decay in the air.
"Yunzi was taken away. If it wasn't for that thing on my body... I wouldn't have been able to come back." Princess Mo's expression was bitter.
Mo Qiong widened his eyes, in shock, "Taken away?"
I didn't say anything, my brow furrowed.
Mo Ying gave Mo Qiong a look again and whispered to him, "Dad, can you wait until Grandpa finishes speaking?"
Mo Qiong didn't respond.
Princess Mo then recounted the events from the previous day.
After visiting the Zhou family, they found that the Zhou family had changed. The gate had even been renovated and given a fresh look. There was an unexplainable feeling that the Zhou family had become deeper. As soon as they stepped into the Zhou family compound, this feeling became even stronger.
Shortly after seeing Zhou Yanze, he was accompanied by an elderly man dressed in Tang dynasty clothing, just like Shao Zhi.
As soon as he explained his intentions, the elderly man smiled, and the several clan members beside him immediately fell to the ground, lifeless.
The Yunzi fell out from him...
The elderly man looked at him again and said that since there was a master protecting him, the item would be taken and a warning given. He would also put a curse on him, making him die again upon his return, serving as a warning to the master that they should keep their distance.
Zhou Yanze did exactly that.
In fact, after Zhou Yanze cast the curse once, he couldn't hold on anymore. Zhou Yanze had let him off easy and even sent someone to send him back, along with a wreath and a condolence card...
Princess Mo's words were straightforward and clear.
But my heart was pounding.
There was actually a master by Zhou Yanze's side? A yin-yang master?
In some unseen way, I had given Princess Mo the Yunzi, which ended up saving his life.
"Three curses, Guanhou died, Zhou Yanze also died. That master lives in the Zhou family and will definitely come back for revenge..." Mo Ying spoke carefully and cautiously, her eyes filled with worry.
"Maybe not!" Princess Mo shook her head and said, "Since the other party made me return alive to deliver a message and even said that we should keep our distance, they must be somewhat wary. It's just that they placed themselves too high. Now that Guanhou is dead and Zhou Yanze has been consumed by his own curse, how dare he come back?"
"I think he's just temporarily staying with the Zhou family. Having taken a loss, he would slink away and hold his tongue."
"What do you think, divine spirit?" Princess Mo looked at me.
In fact, Princess Mo's thinking was correct.
But sometimes, the situation doesn't match the formalities.
Firstly, the Yunzi cannot fall into the hands of that master. The items from old Qin's head have blocked a deadly peril for him, and their effect must be significant.
Secondly, people like that, I know them best. There are many like them in the Jiu Liang world, capable of intimidating and oppressing others. However, once something happens to themselves, they will definitely seek revenge.
Thirdly...
With a master by his side, would Zhou Yanze easily die?
I think, probably not.
