Chen Mo became more and more confident, but he still got angry with the waiter. He was unwilling to kill people, so he had to solve the problem in such a pretentious way.

I promised the waiter to lead him to come, because Chen Mo predicted that Wang Mu would definitely deny it. If Wang Mu was not extremely stupid, this would completely cut off the authenticity of these remarks.

This matter is naturally due to Chen Mo's carefulness, but when I think about it carefully, there are many coincidences, such as he happened to choose Zuixianglou, and also met this in-depth waiter...

Therefore, those rewards were also considered rewards. Chen Mo began to believe that there are causes and effects in the world. If you have gratitude, you will repay them. If you have feelings, you will repay them.... He was unwilling to owe the waiter, and he also sighed about the will of heaven. Otherwise, why would he accidentally meet the waiter who is informed? This also pointed to the cultivator who destroyed Muyan Village and took it as the consequences of the destruction!

Is God's will a manifestation of the way of heaven? Chen Mo thought about it casually, and the tattoo on his chest began to vibrate violently again. Chen Mo's face changed, but there was no trace of joy. The vibration of the tattoo must be related to the changes in space. His thought just now was naturally the perception that this heaven-cast treasure was recognized as "effective".

But this feeling appeared on the pain of the destruction of the entire village. How could he be happy?

Don’t say that you are not happy about your feelings. Even if you enter the space on time during this period of time, Chen Mo has no intention of taking care of anything besides harvesting the mature spiritual plants. He just sits in the space and recalls sadness until it is spread out of the space.

After all, he is a cultivator and a human being.

At this time, Chen Mo had no time to check why his chest tattoo was like this? Instead, he sent the waiter and went straight back to the inn.

He didn't have the heart to think about the extra things, but just waited anxiously until late at night and followed the route in his memory to find Wang Mucai's house.

According to Chen Mo's idea, he was preparing to meet Wang Mucai at night to explain his identity and purpose. Everything that Wang Mucai expressed during the day and Wang Mucai's drunken words reposted by the waiter confirmed that Wang Mucai was a reliable person, so Chen Mo was prepared to be so direct.

But unexpectedly, it was another coincidence that when Chen Mo found the room where Wang Mucai was sleeping, he happened to meet Wang Mucai dressed neatly. He was quite careful and walked out of the room with a restless look and walked towards the door.

Seeing Wang Mucai performing like this, Chen Mo hid behind the tree in the yard, and he changed his mind to see why Wang Mucai went out late at night?

The street was silent and no one, so Wang Mu walked carefully. He lived in this town for many years and was naturally familiar with the roads in the town. He chose some remote paths to walk forward, and hid his figure from time to time, trying to avoid angles that might be seen by others.

Even so, Chen Mo saw all his actions. Despite walking around, Chen Mo still easily followed Wang Mucai.

After walking carefully for half an hour, Wang Mu arrived at a messy slum area on the edge of the town.

After arriving here, Wang Mu was obviously more careful. He had to hide in a dark corner almost every three steps and observe for a long time before he could continue moving forward.

In this way, after nearly half an hour of hard work and taking a detour, Wang Mu approached a very inconspicuous dilapidated courtyard at the most edge of this slum area.

Chen Mo followed Wang Mucai quietly. During this process, Chen Mo not only did not feel any impatient, but his heartbeat became faster and faster, and even his mood rarely began to become nervous.

Chen Mo had already had a guess, but he didn't dare to have too much hope for it, for fear that he would be in pain and disappointment at that time. He stood in the shadow of a house eaves until he saw Wang Mu, and he carefully approached the dilapidated courtyard, and he didn't have the courage to follow for a while.

The night wind was filled with a hint of coolness, but it could not soothe the burning pain in Chen Mo's heart at all. In the quiet night, all kinds of noises were still heard in the slums. The drunken and down-and-out man, the barking of wild dogs, the scolding of women, and the screams of wild cats... It made Chen Mo's heart chaotic, his fingertips were cold, and he was as decisive as him. He even seemed hesitant for the first time, until the chaotic hodgepodge sounded mixed with a hint of endurance.

The crying sound... Chen Mo's face changed suddenly. As a cultivator, he was naturally smart in his ears and eyes, and was many times better than ordinary people.

Not only did I hear this extremely forbearing cry, but I also prepared to judge that the cry came from the dilapidated courtyard where Wang Mu had just entered.

More importantly, Chen Mo is not unfamiliar with the crying voice, but is very familiar with A Xiang, who has always regarded Chen Mo as a real sister!

"A Xiang is a crying man, so she will call Ah cry from now on."

"Woooo, I don't want to call Ah cry, Woooooo, don't call Ah cry..."

"Okay, okay, A Xiang won't cry. Brother will catch you grasshoppers. The grasshopper legs are roasted and eaten with a nice meal."

"Okay, A Xiang wants to eat grasshopper legs. Brother Mo is big and eats two, A Xiang is small and just one."

"Brother Mo, do you want to bring a flower shirt to Axiang after you return to the village?"

"Brother Mo..."

Memories came one after another. Chen Mo had already walked to the gate of the dilapidated courtyard, put his hands on the door tremblingly. At some point, tears were already filled with tears in his eyes.

"College Chen, I, Wang Mucai, don't be moral. Adopting two girls was not a big deal. Although Wang was not rich and noble, he didn't mind having two more mouths to eat. It's just..." Wang Mucai's voice came from behind the wooden door.

"Old Wang, cough cough... I know your difficulties. If I hadn't reached this point today, cough... I wouldn't have asked you for this... "Chen Mo's body began to tremble slightly. I couldn't say why for a while. I just felt that I didn't have the strength to push the door and my arms were so soft.

The village chief grandfather taught himself to read and read, learn and write since he was a child, teach himself how to be a human being, and took him in to his home, and raised him with a hundred family meals - the village chief grandfather!

He is still alive!

"Grandpa, A Xiang, don't leave you, A Xiang will not go anywhere..." A Xiang's crying sounded.

"Axiang, come here. Don't bother grandpa. Let's listen as much as grandpa arranges. Grandpa will get better." Another voice suppressed the crying voice, with a deeper sadness.

It was Lian'er, the one who has been sensible and strong since childhood, and knows how to take care of others a few years younger than Chen Mo.

Lian'er is not dead either!

It seems that Muyan Village has a spark of hope besides him! When he heard the words that grandpa would get better, Chen Mo's heart tightened suddenly, and he could not hold back, and almost used all his strength to break open the wooden door.

Originally, Chen Mo felt so sad and excited that he felt weak all over, thinking that he had no strength for the time being.

But he was a cultivator, so how could he not have the strength? With an explosion, he hit the door and smashed the wooden door.

As the wood chips flew, the sad sound in the courtyard suddenly stopped, and under the heavy night sky, the last trace of dim moonlight disappeared.

For a moment, the drizzle flew and fell silently.
Chapter completed!