Jiufeng felt guilty, threw Mrs. Yang to the ground, and hurriedly explained.
"Little princess, I admit that I did have the intention to cause rebellion a long time ago and took action. However, after being sealed for thousands of years, both the world and the underworld have changed greatly. I can't keep up with the times. I really can't. I want to plot rebellion!"
Zaizai didn't believe it: "I listened to what Mrs. Yang just said!"
Don't think that she didn't know what Mrs. Yang meant by what she said before she finished speaking.
Jiufeng wished she could kill Mrs. Yang seven or eight times!
Jiufeng explained bitterly: "Little princess, that was all a misunderstanding! Really! Although I have done some bad things since I left the seal, strength is respected in the underworld, and I know that I am not as strong as you and my king. , how could you still do such a mindless thing?"
Zaizai frowned, feeling that what Jiufeng said made sense, so she turned to look at the underworld boss.
The underworld boss smiled lazily: "Zai Zai, Mrs. Yang is probably the group of believers that Jiufeng won over before."
Zaizai: "A batch?"
The underworld boss smiled very gently, touched his precious daughter's little head, and looked at the pale Jiu Feng with a smile.
"Yes! For example, the Mo family should be one of them."
Zaizai turned his head again and stared at Jiufeng.
Jiufeng didn't want to be beaten and had a strong desire to survive.
"...Little princess, I really don't know anything! If you don't believe it, I can go to the Mo family now!"
Zaizai blinked his big eyes and turned around to ask the underworld boss.
"Dad, what do you think?"
The boss of the underworld wished for it: "Let's go and see if the little milk dragon is still alive."
Zaizai was confused: "Little milk dragon?"
The boss of the underworld nodded: "The ancestor spirit of Xuanmen is in the Mo family. The Mo family is about to run out of energy. It's time for it to move."
Zaizai's big eyes rolled, and he suddenly remembered the black dragon he had seen before.
"Dad, are you talking about Grandpa Baby?"
Underworld boss: "Ancestor...baby?"
Zaizainai nodded and explained: "Yes, it said that the dragon broke out of its shell at three hundred years, transformed at eight hundred years, and became an adult at five thousand years. It said that because of the thin spiritual energy, it fell into a deep sleep for thousands of years before it could transform for a hundred years. After all, it’s still a baby dragon.”
The underworld boss chuckled: "Yes! Baby Ancestor! Little Milk Dragon!"
Thinking of Zu Baobao leaving in a hurry last time, Zaizai suddenly looked forward to meeting Zu Baobao again.
So she walked up to Jiufeng and said, "Let's go, Zaizai is going to Mo's house to see if you are lying."
Jiufeng, whose internal organs were aching, wished she could leave the Yin Mansion immediately.
This house is particularly evil. If it has a disobedient heart, just like ordinary people, the restrictions in the house will automatically open and seriously injure it.
Death is impossible!
But the pain is really painful!
What's more, it was beaten again?
Jiu Feng looked down at herself, and then at Ming Zaizai's wrinkled clothes clinging to her body, and her obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred again.
"Little princess, let's change some clothes first? Can I give you a nice hairstyle before we go?"
The underworld boss rarely nodded: "Okay, go quickly."
Jiufeng breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the little boy who had beaten him violently, and walked inside without thinking.
Can't think about it!
No disrespect at all!
Before leaving the Yin Mansion, Zaizai asked the underworld boss.
"Dad, won't you come with us?"
The boss of the underworld smiled and shook his head: "Zai Zai, go ahead. Dad is resting here. He will go back to the underworld to read the work report later."
Okay, Zaizai won’t force it.
After all, Dad Pluto’s body is the most important thing!
Jiufeng held Zaizai in one hand and picked up Mrs. Yang who was still unconscious with the other and quickly went down the mountain.
Avoiding surveillance and leaving Mrs. Yang at the door of the police station closest to Huo's manor, Jiu Feng drove Zai Zai straight to Mo's house.
He urgently needed to be cleared of his innocence, otherwise with Ming Zaizai's current strength, beating him would not kill him, and beating him would make his soul tremble.
The old house of the Mo family, a forbidden area in the back mountain.
Mr. Mo, a stooped figure with white hair, knelt in front of the ancestral tablet and was offering incense and kowtowing with a serious look on his face.
Next to him are the leaders of the other four major families of Xuanmen.
Bai Nanxi of the Bai family, Mr. Ji of the Ji family, Mr. Sun of the Sun family and Yan Xuwei, the new head of the Yan family.
Although Bai Nanxi wanted to withdraw from Xuanmen, the Bai family was still on the list because the two old men of the Sun family and the Ji family kept talking about it.
The head of the Yan family, Yan Xu, ordered his father and son to go to jail. Yan Xuwei wanted to close the old house of the Yan family, but unexpectedly dreamed that his father Yan Yi, who died young, asked him to take over the position of the head of the Yan family.
Yan Xuwei didn't want to take over, and couldn't stand Yan Yi making troubles like a dream three times a night, so he had to become the new head of the Yan family.
This was already their second day in the Mo family.
From the time the ancestral spirit appeared until now, everyone has been kneeling in front of the ancestral spirit tablet and waiting.
But I have never seen the ancestor spirit.
Even the idols disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was a little panicked.
This is because the ancestral spirits are no longer willing to protect their Xuanmen. Does that mean that Xuanmen will disappear from the world from now on?
Not to mention Mr. Ji and Mr. Bai, even the young Bai Nanxi and Yan Xuwei, who had just taken over the Yan family, were a little shocked and a little hard to accept.
As for Mr. Mo, he left first to save his son, but after being rejected by the underworld boss, he had to come back again to kneel down and offer incense.
Behind him was a stretcher, and on the stretcher lay Mo Shaolin, whose life was hanging by a thread.
At this moment, his forehead was blood red, with faint blood oozing out.
As if unaware, he offered incense and kowtowed again.
"Ancestral Spirit, although we, the Mo family, have flaws in our actions, we still do good deeds every day. Although Shaolin is reckless, please Ancestral Spirit save him this time for the sake of his youth and ignorance."
After speaking, he opened the safe beside him and took out a thick stack of ledgers inside.
"Ancestor Ling, these are all the donations I received from the Mo family. You can take a look at them."
Bai Nanxi listened and looked at the lifeless Mo Shaolin on the stretcher and sneered.
"What does Mr. Mo mean? Are you planning to use money to buy your son's life in front of the ancestors?"
Mr. Bai and Mr. Ji glared at him at the same time: "Stop saying a few words."
Bai Nanxi has never been used to the behavior of the Mohist family. They do not say anything because they are Taoist people and treat ordinary people's lives like ants.
Now that your son is about to die, are you afraid?
"Grandpa Bai, Grandpa Ji, even if you stop me, I will still say something."
He straightened his back and looked at the ancestral spirit tablet.
"If lives can be bought and sold, isn't it a big joke that the rules of heaven give everyone only one life?"
"The rich and the poor only have money. The poor not only think about how to go to work and make money every day, but they also worry about whether they will die at any time because the rich spend money to commit crimes. Is this an objection in Taoism?"
Yan Xuwei kept kneeling there without saying anything. After hearing Bai Nanxi's words, he rarely turned his head to look at him.
Apart from offering incense and kowtow to the ancestral spirits, this was the first time he made a sound.
"There must be no buying and selling of life!"
Mr. Bai and Mr. Ji frowned and looked quickly at Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo's face was as pale as paper that could break at the touch of a touch. He was about to say something when he suddenly raised his head and turned to look at the entrance of the forbidden area.
At the same time, the ancestral spirit that had been resting deep underground in the forbidden area of the Mo family's old house suddenly opened its eyes.
The Xuanmen people came to beg him again?
The little fat baby is here too!
Why are you with the Nine-Headed Bird?
