After putting his mother's body in his pocket, Mo Chuan put the pocket behind his back and walked deliberately slowly, crying loudly as he walked, to deliberately attract the attention of the people around him.
He had been fighting for so long, and no one dared to come close. These people were probably watching his father-son joke again!
He purposely exposed his mother's body and lay there crying for so long just to let everyone see clearly what was in his pocket. If these old people don't want to quarrel with their mother's clan, they must find a way to give it to them no matter what. Give an explanation.
As Mo Chuan cried louder and louder, the first clan elder appeared and blocked Mo Chuan's path.
"Young Master, what happened to make you cry so sadly? As the future head of our Honghe family, you must remember that a man will not shed tears easily, and he will swallow his broken teeth. If he is beaten by the family, If other people know that you cry so much, I'm afraid it will damage the reputation of our Honghe family!"
Raising his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, Mo Chuan looked at the clan elder standing in front of him and heard something in the old man's words. He broke his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach. He asked him to tell the story of Viscount Honghe's murder of the Viscountess. Pretend it didn't happen.
Saying that he loves to cry will damage the family's reputation. He is telling himself that family scandals should not be made public and everything should be discussed behind closed doors.
To say that he is the future head of the family is to say that the Honghe family does not make the decision yet, so the man must not shed tears easily, be not good at forbearing, and be careful about losing the identity of the family heir.
Looking at the clan elders with stern expressions, Mo Chuan knew that this was the opinion of the clan elders. They did not want this matter to be magnified and make it known to everyone.
Nodding to the clan elder, Mo Chuan sobbed softly: "I don't have to cry, but I hope the clan elder will uphold justice for me!"
This is telling the clan elders that I can keep quiet, but you have to help me deal with Viscount Honghe.
The clan elder stroked his sparse beard, remained silent for a while, and nodded. The current Viscount Honghe was indeed too old. When Mo Chuan came back this time, he not only became a planet-level genetic warrior, but he was not as sharp as before.
If he had said what he just said before, he would have fallen out with him long ago. Now that he can express his requests in a subtle way, he has indeed grown a lot!
"Okay, don't worry. Although I'm old, if someone really bullies you, even if I fight for this old bone, I will still pull out a layer of skin from the person who bullied you."
The Zhizhi tribe is always saying that although their elders do not have as much power as the head of the family, they are willing to uphold justice for him. If the Viscountess is really killed by Viscount Honghe, in order not to antagonize the Viscountess’s mother clan, they will join forces to spare Viscount Honghe’s death. The identity of the head of the family.
"Okay, thank you clan elder!"
Wiping away the last drop of tears hanging on his face, since the clan elder promised to uphold justice, he no longer had to cry in misery. Mo Chuan carried his mother's body on his back and led the clan elder to Viscount Honghe's study.
Other members of the Honghe family who were hiding in the dark and secretly observing the situation saw their elders come forward, and more and more people joined Mo Chuan's team.
Following Mo Chuan, the clan elder watched Mo Chuan deliberately pretending to be sad, and the family members who came one after another to pretend to be concerned, and exchanged false greetings with each other.
He has dedicated his whole life to his family and has gone through ups and downs with his family. Seeing this scene, the old man felt a little sad!
Family members are at odds with each other in face and heart. How can we expect them to fight side by side in the future and not stab each other in the back? I'm afraid it would be good.
Everyone was not an ordinary person. They were either transformed warriors or injected with genetic medicine. Even though Mo Chuan walked slowly on purpose, they arrived at the study quickly.
When they arrived outside the study, the originally lively crowd suddenly fell silent. They were all representatives sent by each house of the Honghe family. They had their own thoughts and hoped to get what they wanted in this competition for the position of head of the family.
So I can't stand in line early and accompany Mo Chuan here not just to help Mo Chuan out. There are some good shows that are more interesting to watch in person. But I don't know who is more capable, father or son!
Mo Chuan respectfully put down his pockets and came to the study with a sad expression. He knocked gently on the door and called in a low voice, asking Viscount Honghe to open the door.
After knocking several times, there was no movement in the study. The surroundings were quiet, giving Mo Chuan an unreal feeling. Could it be that his father knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to open the door for him?
impossible!
As his son, just as he is familiar with himself, he also knows what kind of person his father is. He deliberately pretends to be absent, fearing that there are other plots that will never be allowed to come true.
He must have felt that he did not dare to break in, so he deliberately refused to answer, hoping that he would retreat in spite of the difficulties, but this was absolutely impossible. How could he leave just like that after finally grabbing such a good handle?
He took off the sword from his waist, took half a step back, held the sword in both hands, and struck hard on the door. He cursed to Viscount Honghe in his heart: "I asked you to hide, but no matter what today, I will find you out!"
Seeing Mo Chuan slashing at the door with his sword, the clan elder felt a little distressed. This door was a valuable thing, and it was a waste to be destroyed like this.
In order to reflect the long heritage of the Honghe family, the door of the master's study room was deliberately made of embossed wooden door. Although it was made of the best wood in the universe, it could not stop a planet-level genetic warrior from repeatedly hacking it.
The exquisite relief was smashed to pieces, and a large hole was cut in the expensive wooden door by Mo Chuan. He stretched his arm into the hole and opened the door from the inside. The clan elder followed Mo Chuan in.
Entering the study room, the clan elder looked at the rows of books placed on the huge bookshelf. It was unknown who had made a mess. There were still a few pools of undried blood on the desk, and he looked at the situation in front of him.
It seems that in order to resist the thugs, a frail scholar had no choice but to use the books on the bookshelf to hit the thugs with nothing to rely on.
In the end, he was injured by the thugs, leaving a few pools of blood on the desk. Could it be that the Viscountess made the study like this when she was fighting with Viscount Honghe?
Skipping all the scenes in the study, Mo Chuan searched for Viscount Honghe. The study was empty and there was no one in sight. Could it be that there was a secret door in the study? Viscount Honghe had secretly left through the secret door!
Or did he leave early to avoid confronting him before he arrived with his people?
"Look, whose shoes are those on the ground!"
A member of the Honghe family who came in behind the crowd carefully noticed Viscount Honghe's exposed shoes beside the desk.
Following the direction of the man's finger, Mo Chuan walked into the desk and was about to pick up the shoes. The shoes looked really strange. They could actually stand up without falling over, as if they were still being worn!
Walking into the desk, Mo Chuan saw clearly the person lying behind the desk, his eyes widened in shock.
"The master of the house! It's the master of the house! Come quickly, save the master of the house!"
The clan elder saw Mo Chuan's surprised look. After walking into the desk, he also saw the person lying behind the desk. Although Viscount Honghe's face was covered with energy liquid, the clan elder recognized him as the head of the family at a glance.
Zhang Luo people hurriedly rescued the family head. At this time, no one except Mo Chuan had any intention of asking for guilt. For the Honghe family, Viscount Honghe was one of them. Finding out the reason for the Viscountess's popularity was not more important than saving Viscount Honghe. .
Seeing everyone hurriedly treating the wounds on Viscount Honghe's body under the command of the clan elder, several people pushed themselves out of the way and ran outside to ask the family doctor on duty.
For a moment, Mo Chuan's brain was a little overloaded. Why was his father also injured and so seriously injured? Looking at the severity of the injury, if he hadn't broken in through the door, he would have died after just another quarter of an hour because he had not received timely treatment. , died in the study.
Who hurt him so badly?
Could it be the mother!
Impossible. If it was the mother who did it, then why did the mother bite her tongue and commit suicide? Why did the two father's cronies not save him first, but transport their mother's body out first?
Everything that happened in front of him was so strange. Mo Chuan couldn't figure out what the connection was between them. Did he overlook something important?
There is definitely no way to ask for accountability now. We can only wait until Viscount Honghe wakes up. Mo Chuan will try his best to think about everything that happened and what he has missed.
Soon the doctor rushed over with a first aid kit, put various instruments for detecting vital signs on Viscount Honghe, and bandaged the wound with extremely skilled techniques.
After injecting a tube of green energy liquid into Viscount Honghe's mechanical heart, he used force to start the mechanical heart.
Ahem!
Viscount Honghe, whose vital signs had stabilized, opened his eyes, glanced at the people around him, and took the clan elder's arm. Viscount Honghe had an angry look on his face.
"There are two house slaves who just put the lady in their pockets and took her out from here. Elder, please quickly arrange someone for me to chase those two people back and rescue the lady. I will skin them and whip them." Their sinews!”
Seeing that Viscount Honghe was so excited when he woke up, and fearing that he would pass out again, the doctor hurriedly pressed several key acupuncture points on Viscount Honghe's body to stabilize his excited mood.
Holding Viscount Honghe's hand, the veteran Mo Chuan snatched back the body of the Viscountess, killed the two slaves, and then opened the study door, telling Viscount Honghe the whole story.
After listening to the story told by the clan elder, Viscount Honghe told the story he had already compiled. Finally, with a cry, he cursed: "My wife, the person I love most, I didn't expect that you left before me. !”
After listening to Viscount Honghe's story about what happened, although some parts felt unreasonable, seeing that Viscount Honghe was injured like this, it was true. If Mo Chuan hadn't broken in through the door, they wouldn't have known that Viscount Honghe had died in the room.
Viscount Honghe would not risk his own life to make up a lie!
In the end, the clan elder chose to believe what Viscount Honghe said. The most important thing was that he did not want to quarrel with the Viscountess’s mother clan because of this incident. If everything was done by two crazy domestic slaves, all the faults of the two would be lost. It is also a good thing for the Honghe family to bear the responsibility of a domestic slave.
Viscount Honghe weakly turned his head to look at Mo Chuan with tears in his eyes.
"You are really my father's good son!"
