The 43rd Aunt took two people from the chores to carefully check Mo's room.

Everything in the room was well organized, and there was no trace of fighting at all. Not to mention fighting, there was no sign of fighting at all.

The 43rd Aunt stared at Mo Zhang's body for a moment, suddenly raised her hand and waved her hand. A strong wind blew by. Mo Zhang's sleeves were cut open, and a plum blossom sleeve arrow was tied to her forearm. The six sleeve arrows arranged in the shape of plum blossoms were missing the flower center.

The forty-three aunt took it off, pressed the clamping spring to take out one to compare it, and it was exactly the same as the one on Mo Zhang's chest.

Judging from Mo Zhang's death, he was obviously infected with the poison of blood-sealing throat, which is consistent with the poison applied on the sleeve arrow.

She looked up at the silent Mo Yan, who was a beauty with delicate facial features that made people ignore her gender.

The skin is as white as jade, and the narrow and long pair of passionate phoenix eyes. These feminine traits are not feminine because of their prominent eyebrows, deep eye sockets and straight nose. They are three points of exquisiteness and seven points of heroicness.

Mo Yan was not afraid of death in his room. He just stood quietly and frowned slightly, looking confused and sad.

The 43rd Aunt asked Mo Zhang in detail about his words and deeds from entering the door to committing suicide. Mo Wu also answered one by one. The 43rd Aunt Aunt said that she would silently look at the two staff members of the choreography department carefully checking their wooden house without asking. She had no grievances, no resentment, and no intention of explaining.

"He is having an imbalance in his mentality. You are from the same place. Three people suddenly moved to the seventh ring road. He felt that everything was better than you, but he didn't even go in the top ten, and he couldn't control his mentality for a while. You're called... Mo?"

After receiving Mo Jai's affirmative answer, the 43rd Aunt's voice softened a little, and said with a little comfort: "Anyway, you will leave Jiuhuan tomorrow, and you will only be here for one night, don't think too much. The Mo family does not raise waste. A big family like ours that have been passed down for many years will always have competition, and those who are not suitable will be eliminated. The 43rd Aunt will explain this to the above, and it is not your fault."

People who practice practice are used to life and death, and do not think it is a great thing to continue to let Mo Yan live in a house where someone has just died.

Mo Yan didn't seem to care much about this, and bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, 43rd aunt. I don't know where he will be buried? I want to wait until I settled on the Seventh Ring Road and come and put in an incense stick for him."

Some grievances are not suitable for face-to-face chats, and burning paper to the grave will make him more pleasant.

Mo Yan's voice was a bit of nasal sound, which was just right compassion, that was, he did not cry so hard that he could show that he valued brotherhood, nor did he feel resentful because Mo Zhang suddenly committed suicide in his room and caused him trouble.

"You can go to the Nine Rings Public Memorial Hall. All the children will be cremated after death, and all the spirit cards will be displayed in the Public Memorial Hall."

Seeing Mo Xian's neither humble nor arrogant look, the Forty-San Gu nodded secretly. It was no wonder that he was so weak, but he won fourth place in the small game.

Of course, this is one of the important willingness of the Forty-San Gu without any doubt that Mo Yan is the murderer.

Their children who are at the most stage of receiving energy cannot even mobilize their magic power, and they are still at the stage where mortals can only fight. Mo Yan's weakness is because of the slightest physical condition. She can see it at a glance.

Judging from the marks of Mo Zhang's tying hidden weapons on his forearm and the fair and tender skin that made him look white and tender, the sleeve arrow was naturally worn close to his body for a long time. It was impossible for Mo Jian to tie him up after he killed someone.

All signs indicate that Mo Jian cannot be the murderer.

When a few people left, Mo Yan was still standing at the door calmly and greeting him. He did not neglect the 43rd Aunt and the two staff members of the miscellaneous office just because he immediately left the 30th acre of land in Jiuhuan.

Mo Hui stood outside his bamboo house with a cold look on his face and watched the Forty-San Gu direct the two of them to carry Mo Zhang's body out.

When the three of them walked away, Mo Kuo "snorted" to the ground, stared at Mo Wu with a vicious look and then went straight back to his room.

Mo Yan didn't care at all, just like you, who was a rustic guy who couldn't stand me and couldn't beat me.

After closing the door of his room with a calm expression, Mo's face collapsed.

It seemed calm outside, but in fact, I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were hiding behind the window and peeking. He didn’t dare to reveal any flaws.

My understanding of the world of cultivators basically comes from certain points and film and television dramas, so Mo's heart has been always upset.

Tiluojia is the root of water wood, so before Mo Yan went to the choreograph to report the case, he had already asked Slime to wrap the sleeve arrow and remove the traces of the spell cast. However, he could not guarantee that the Forty-San Gu would have some strange and unpredictable magical methods to detect it.

There are no other flaws besides this.

Except only...

He carried Slime gloves and flipped away the antidote on Mo Zhang.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Xian asked some information before Mo Zhang died of poison. Some people don’t want him to live in the third ring of the Mo family.

Including the last time on the cliff, Mo Zhang killed him, which is actually the real reason.

Kill Mo Xian, the person above will arrange for Mo Zhang to enter the inner fifth ring directly.

Mo Yan secretly scolded the idiot in his heart.

He really killed him, and the only way to wait for Mo Zhang to be killed was to be silenced. It was a luxury for him to put a spirit card in the public sacrificial hall.

"So you have to thank me!"

Mo Wu murmured.

"Mo Jane, you said that as long as I explain the real murderer behind the scenes, you will give me the antidote. You traitorous villain, I will not let you go as a ghost!"

Thinking of Mo Zhang's roar of despair before his death, Mo Wu snorted softly, thinking that I kept my word and returned the plum blossom sleeve arrow to you last time, and I will definitely keep my promise this time?

It’s ridiculous! My brother’s credibility and face are flexible. If you want it, you want it and if you want it, you will lose it.

Even if you are a ghost, you don’t let me go. Do you believe the lines in palace dramas? You are not afraid of being alive, and even less afraid of being dead!

He stretched out his hand and there was a membrane-like substance that was so thin that it was hard to see with the naked eye. They were his two little pets, Slime.

The two little guys tried hard to express their desire to eat.

"Be good, go back. In the future, dad will plant a lot of tomatoes for you, so that you can't finish it every day." Mo Xian would not have thought that he would speak in such a doting tone one day.

If it weren't for these two little things, he would have been able to kill Mo Zhang today, but then things would have become very troublesome. At least the cause of Mo Zhang's death would not be exposed so simply, and it might even affect his migration to the Seventh Ring Road.

Now, except for the mysterious person in the Third Ring Road who secretly wanted to kill him, no one would believe that Mo Zhang was actually dead at his hands.

Even if he asked questions from the third ring road, he could explain it.
Chapter completed!