Mo Zi really seemed to have reached a point where he was sad and burst into tears again.
Ji Qingling became anxious and didn't know what happened.
"Sister, please stop crying. It's better to explain the matter clearly as soon as possible."
"Mo family, Mo family, wu wu... Mo family has been wiped out."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Sanniang slapped the table and stood up.
"Who are you? You come to me and talk nonsense."
Mo Zizhen was so frightened that he forgot to cry.
"Sanniang, don't worry," Ji Linhai held her hand to comfort her.
"I'm going to find out now."
Ji Qingling had no choice but to call out to her father, "Dad, don't worry, listen to the whole story first."
"I heard someone say in the restaurant that day that my father used the excuse of viewing the secret treasure to lure my mother and my grandfather to the secret room.
There seemed to be a few distinguished guests traveling with us. For some reason, my father blew himself up in the secret room and killed them all. "
Ji Qingling noticed that when Mo Zizhen talked about her mother and grandfather, it was like talking about Zhang San next door, without the sadness that she should have.
"Later, the Zhu family arrived and found that my grandfather had died, so they killed all the members of the Mo family!"
Finally finished, Mo Zizhenfu continued to cry.
Thinking of something else, she took out a storage bag from her arms and handed it to Mo Sanniang.
"Auntie, dad asked me to give this to you."
Mo Sanniang took it and opened it with a gentle touch of spiritual power!
In an instant, she couldn't control it anymore. She clutched the storage items tightly in her hands and cried bitterly.
"Why! Why didn't you wait for me to finish you off with my own hands? You killed your father, how dare you die like this."
No one in the family dared to speak, and they didn't know how to comfort her.
This storage bag was a relic of Mo Jitong's biological father. He always carried it with him. Mo Sanniang had seen it countless times.
A monk's storage bag cannot be opened by force unless a monk whose cultivation level is much higher than his own.
Otherwise, there is only one situation left, that is, Mo Jitong has died.
Opening the storage bag, a talisman flew out, its body shining with golden light.
Mo Sanniang pointed her finger, the golden light of the talisman disappeared, and a male voice came from the talisman.
"Qiu Min, I kicked you out of the Mo family decades ago. I didn't expect that it would be the last time we see each other in this life.
Even if you can open the storage bag, you will know that I am no longer here. With your temper, you will definitely be upset about why I didn't die in your hands.
You are right to hate me. Over the past few decades, I have been convincing myself that I killed my uncle to avenge my parents.
Leaving you alive is the greatest kindness I can show you.
If I hadn't accidentally learned the truth a few years ago, I might have thought this way for the rest of my life.
Ever since I learned a few years ago that my uncle's death was planned by the head of the Zhu family, Zhu Youda, I have nothing but revenge in my heart.
At that time, Zhu Youda learned that his grandfather had a secret treasure. After his grandfather died, the secret treasure was passed on to his uncle.
He took the opportunity to get close to my father and uncle and defrauded their trust.
He also planned my father's death. His original intention was to kill my uncle so that he could seize the secret treasure after my father established his foundation and succeeded to the position of head of the family.
Who knew that by some strange combination of circumstances, my father died in the secret realm, and he could only rearrange the plan to lure me into the urn.
In the past, I always accidentally mentioned that there was something strange about my father's death, which made me suspicious, but he kept silent.
Finally, after we got married, he told me that my uncle killed my parents to get the secret treasure.
In this way, I walked step by step into the trap he set up, and finally worked with him to kill my uncle.
In the past few days, I secretly investigated for revenge and found out that there was someone behind the Zhu family.
The Zhu family has not found what the other party wants for decades, and the other party has lost patience.
Recently, Zhu Youda has been testing me frequently and conspired with Zi Zhenniang to ask that person to search for my soul.
I sent people to find out about you, but I dared not tell you all this.
So what if you know, it was always me who killed my uncle.
Even if I take revenge, I must kill the enemy myself.
Today, the Mo family has no power to fight back, but I cannot let the enemy who killed my uncle and my parents live in this world.
I had planned everything and decided to use the secret treasure to lure people to the secret treasure.
He used the secret skills he learned in his early years to die with these people, and he, Zhu Youda, had to be buried with him.
As for the rest of the Mo family, they will naturally disperse when the time comes.
I'm sorry, Qiu Min, I failed to guard the Mo family. I let my uncle down. "
What came from the talisman was Mo Jitong's cry.
Ji Qingling thought that if he could see it, it would probably be a scene of a grown man crying bitterly.
As expected of a man who is the head of the family, the crying soon subsided.
"The only thing I can't let go of is my daughter Zizhen.
Ever since she was found to have no spiritual roots when she was six years old, her mother and her maternal grandfather have never looked at her again.
The tribe didn't want to see her either. The child was pitiful and always hid silently in her room for fear of offending others.
Later, I sent her to the secular world, hoping to find her a husband in a few years.
Now that the family is in trouble, I really have no one I can completely trust, so I can only entrust Zizhen to you.
I hope you can find a place for her. I only hope that my true son can be safe and happy in this life from now on. "
Mo Zizhen was originally swayed by the things her father told her, but now that she heard about her, she realized that she would never see her father again.
The only person in the world who truly loves her.
The worry and great sadness she had experienced for many days made her completely faint from crying at this moment.
“This storage bag was left by my uncle, as well as my accumulation over the years.
I searched for my uncle's belongings, but I didn't find the secret treasure those people wanted.
I know you don't care about this, just treat it as my uncle giving it to your two children.
I've seen them and they're fine.
In the past few years, I have often thought of my uncle’s desperate look before he died. I regard him as a father.
He gave everything he had for me, just so that I could build a foundation as soon as possible.
Over the past few years, my annoyance and regret have prevented me from practicing meditation. Now death is a relief for me. I have been waiting for this day to come.
You must remember one thing, don't go back to the Mo family, and don't ask about the Mo family.
I have also dealt with the people I sent to check on you before, so no one will know about your existence.
From then on, there was no more Mo Qiumin in the world, only Mo Sanniang.
Sorry, sister. "
After saying the last sentence, the transmission note gradually turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.
"mother?"
"Sanniang?"
Mo Sanniang stood up and waved her hands, "Leave me alone."
He walked into the room with the storage bag and closed the door. No sound was heard.
Ji Qingling and others looked at each other, no one could digest this matter for a while.
This Mo Jitong is really hateful and pitiful.
He killed his uncle, whom he regarded as his biological father, and drove his sister, whom he had loved and cherished since childhood, out of the house, making the thief his father.
Later he found out that it was all a trap, and I can only imagine how he would blame himself and regret in the past few years.
The three of them discussed it and decided that Ji Linhai would go out to inquire about the news tomorrow morning.
If this happened, they had to be careful because they were afraid that enemies of the Mo family would come to Mo Sanniang.
Seeing that it was already very late, Ji Linhai urged his daughter to go to bed quickly.
When Ji Qingling stepped into the room, he always felt that he had forgotten something.
