Chapter 117: It’s just mediocre, just a little bit of hatred
The fat man took a sharp breath, then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died without even sitting up.
The three of them were completely dumbfounded.
They looked at the fat man's gray-white face and were a little at a loss.
"What's going on here?"
The short middle-aged man who took action just now stared wide-eyed, "I didn't do anything!"
However, the thin man had already stepped back and jumped away with one hand on his hips, pointing the other hand at the short man, and shouted away in a high-pitched voice.
"It's you! You did a good thing! Did you poison him?"
The short middle-aged man's face darkened.
"He choked on a date stone. What does it have to do with me? I just broke the date stone, and he suddenly died of a seizure. How do I know why this happened?"
The thin guy didn't care and screamed like a shrew.
"It's you, it's you! You have always held a grudge against Fatty just because Fatty took away your wife."
"Ah, no, it's not a robbery. Your wife doesn't like you, but she only has a soft spot for the fat man. You were dissatisfied, so you looked for an opportunity to kill the fat man!"
Another tall man shouted irritably.
"Shut up! Don't forget what we are doing now!"
After the words fell, the three of them turned back to look at the cage.
The two people in the cage were watching the show seriously.
They had stopped attacking the cage long ago and were watching this farce.
Facing the eyes of these people, Wang Zhi smacked his lips in a serious manner.
"I think you're right, thin guy. It's probably because this short guy had a grudge and took this opportunity to poison the fat guy."
Yu Junhao nodded, "The hatred of seizing your wife is irreconcilable."
The two of them looked like they were just enjoying the fun, but they made the tall man angry.
The tall man flipped the palm of his hand and the weapon suddenly fell into his hand.
"Instigating dissension! Let me tell you, we will discuss this matter later. Let's kill these two guys first. Wang Zhi is a huge threat to us when he is alive in this world."
He took two steps forward and turned his head when he felt that no one was following him.
The short man actually struggled with the thin man.
You punched me and kicked me, and the thin guy even cursed me.
"I've long disliked your third wife. My father was attacked and killed on the road because of you, a bastard!"
The short man didn't care about being polite and punched the thin man in the eye socket.
"Damn it, what does it have to do with me? Your father is a bastard, and your whole family is the offspring of a bastard!"
Wang Zhi and Yu Junhao enjoyed watching the show.
Wang Zhi also took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses, and the two of them had a drink leisurely.
Comfortable!
…
In the secret realm.
At this moment, Mo Yu was blocked by the family leader and others.
The head of the house looked gloomy, and when he saw the chains scattered on the table behind Mo Yu, the blood vessels on his face swelled.
"You took away my people."
Mo Yu raised his eyebrows, "I'm sorry, that's my senior sister."
Wang Yunja next to him was very anxious.
Hearing that Mo Yu could still talk to his father so calmly, he really wanted to give her a thumbs up and praise her for her good attitude.
He is currently at the Golden Core stage and can sense that there are many powerful people lurking nearby.
The strong men his father took with him into the secret realm were all elites in the family.
Almost all of them are top experts in the transformation stage and integration stage.
At this time, they came with such force that even he was a little frightened. How could Mo Yu still respond so calmly?
Wang Yunja felt that his throat was a little dry, and it seemed as if something was blocked in his throat and he couldn't say a word. His body was stiff, and he couldn't even control his legs and feet.
The expression on my father's face definitely meant that someone was going to die.
At this time, the owner's cold eyes slowly turned to him.
"Wang Yunja, why don't you come over? Have you forgotten whose son you are?"
This was the first time his father called his name in full.
Wang Yunja's heart trembled violently.
"father……"
He squeezed out the word with difficulty, but his body didn't move at all.
The head of the house said coldly again: "Why don't you come over?"
Wang Yunja's blood was as cold as ice.
His ears were ringing and his mind was blank.
Suddenly, he heard Mo Yu's crisp voice.
"What? You messed up something and you're going to take it out on your son? Look, you scared everyone into something."
He felt a soft touch wiping the sweat from his forehead.
The buzzing sound in his cochlea gradually faded away, and the white light in his pupils gradually dissipated. Finally, his eyes focused on Moyu, who was wiping the sweat from his forehead in front of him.
There was no fear at all on this exquisite face.
She was still smiling at this time, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved. This subtle arc was a bit mocking and sarcastic.
He tried to find any way to pretend to be calm and panicked.
None.
It seemed as if what he was facing was not a life and death situation, but a gathering between a group of friends.
How can someone have such a strong psychological quality!
The head of the house was almost furious, and the veins on his forehead were trembling.
"Witch! What did you do to my son! How dare you seduce him in front of me!"
Mo Yu chuckled, "Am I a witch?"
"I, a witch like me, can't do such a thing as imprisoning a living person in a secret realm for a thousand years and drawing blood every day. Otherwise, let's spread the word and let others hear about it. Who is more witch?"
"you!"
The head of the house clenched his fists loudly, and suddenly he raised his hand to pinch his chest.
Wang Yunja strode in front of Mo Yu.
He has been shrouded in the majesty of his father since he was a child.
His father is his god, his benchmark for action, and represents authority.
But recent events have completely overturned his view of his father.
He once said that demonic cultivators are good at killing, slaughtering villages, and torturing young and old. Once you encounter a demonic cultivator, you must eradicate it.
But now he feels that what his father did is much more abominable than that of a demon cultivator.
Imprison an innocent woman in a secret realm for a thousand years, leave her breathing, and collect her blood every day.
Simply devilish!
"Dad, stop it, you are already stunned." Wang Yunja said softly.
He could finally face his father now and broke through his own psychological defense.
Probably, it was also because Mo Yu was around.
The head of the family almost gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Yunja, come here! Do you want to stand with this witch to deal with your father?"
Wang Yunja's tone was a little firmer.
"Dad, these things you did... are too terrible. You imprisoned people here for a thousand years. Why do you do this? Even if it can increase the speed of cultivation, you must not do such unlimited things!"
Seeing his father and son facing each other, Mo Yu stood aside and just smiled silently.
The family head's resentment towards Mo Yu was now extremely strong.
"This woman killed two of our ancestors and turned our secret realm upside down. Let's not talk about that. Just because of these two things, I will cut this woman into pieces!"
"And you, you are the one who brought people in, so you can't escape the blame!"