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"Oh?" Xu Ziyu raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what it was. It was more popular than the news about Uncle Tao's disappearance right now?
He unfolded the newspaper, and a huge headline in black and bold came into view: "Slippery road in rainy day! Nine vehicles collided one after another, killing 42 people!"

Immediately following the headline, there are some photos of the crash scene.

It was clearly stated in the report that this was an accident that happened in a certain area of ​​City C.

Xu Ziyu gasped: "42 people?"

"Just this morning." Xu Jia frowned, his face serious: "The location is only three streets away from your hotel."

"I haven't heard about it at all." Xu Ziyu still looked down at the newspaper: "How could such a serious thing happen?"

The traffic control level of City C ranks very high in the country, and it is also one of the cities with the lowest traffic accident rate in the country.

The rainy day has also lasted for about a week. During this period, the traffic in City C was normal except for the normal congestion.

Is this an accident caused by human error?Accidents caused by slippery roads in rainy days?
Of course, the possibility of such a percentage is not ruled out, but it always makes people feel extremely strange.

Xu Ziyu's first reaction was: It shouldn't be.

This was the first time I heard of such a huge number of casualties in City C.

"You also feel strange, don't you?" Xu Jia leaned forward slightly, stretched out his head to look at the photos in the newspaper: "It's too tragic, only two people died in nine cars."

"What do you think?" Xu Ziyu simply returned the newspaper to him: "Show me this, there must be something to say, right?"

"It's not what I want to say." Xu Jia shook his head, sat up straight with the newspaper, and immediately looked at Mo Yimo: "Mr. Mo has something to say."

Xu Ziyu looked at Mo Yimo, this handsome-looking man, who kept alarming in his heart all the time.

Everything that happened yesterday has not yet fully reacted to him.

What Ruan's father said, what Pear Blossom Jing said... and what Ruan Ruan talked with Pear Blossom Jing later made him feel tense.

This is no longer a question of whether Mo Yimo is interested in Cheng Moxun.

Rather, whether this guy will threaten Cheng Moxun's life.

"When I came here, I passed by there." Mo Yimo was completely unaware of the complex emotions in Xu Ziyu's eyes: "Although the road is still closed, the scene has been cleaned up."

"So fast?" Xu Ziyu was a little surprised. He glanced down at his watch, only two or three hours had passed since the so-called "morning".

Mo Yimo nodded, and moved his gaze to the newspaper in Xu Jia's hand: "I... saw something abnormal."

unusual.

These three words are completely keywords to increase sensitivity.

Xu Ziyu suddenly became nervous. He still remembered that because Cheng Moxun had the breath of a dead person on his body, he would constantly encounter supernatural events.

If this matter is abnormal, will it be related to Cheng Moxun again?

"I can only give a guess now, and the rest needs to be further confirmed." Mo Yimo's expression and tone were extremely serious, and he was talking about it seriously: "If you two agree to do this."

Xu Ziyu looked at Xu Jia, his eyebrows were full of doubts: "Does it have something to do with Uncle Tao?"

Otherwise, now that Xu Jia, who is so determined to find Uncle Tao, would have the leisure to pay attention to such things that have nothing to do with him?
Xu Jia shook her head and shrugged, as if she had no idea about it.

The two looked at Mo Yimo, who nodded silently: "The soul of the head of the Tao family is more valuable to the dealer than ordinary souls."

Xu Ziyu and Xu Jia looked at each other: "And then?"

"This car accident is not as simple as a traffic accident." Mo Yimo's face was serious: "Someone tampered with the place where the accident happened, and the soul of the deceased was taken away by the other party."

He picked up another newspaper on the table, the content of which was basically the same as the one in Xu Jia's hand.

Xu Ziyu still had doubts on his face. He rested his chin with one hand, pressed his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, and tilted his head to look at Mo Yimo.

"This was premeditated, so I didn't feel any breath of the dead at all." Mo Yimo flipped the newspaper over and handed it to Xu Ziyu and Xu Jia: "Look at this photo, both of you."

The slender, white and tender fingers that don't look like a man's are pressing on a live photo.

That photo was not in the newspaper in Xu Jia's hand.

How should I put it, it seems that the incident was photographed the first time.

Although there was a long distance, one could still see the struggling figure of the wounded.

"Here is the point." Mo Yimo raised and lowered his finger, pointing to the rear of a bus that was hit: "Here you can see that the soul was taken away."

Xu Ziyu's eyes widened. He leaned forward and saw that there was obviously a wounded person where Mo Yimo was pointing.

The wounded was lying on the ground, raising his hand to call for help; a faint white figure floated half of his body, as if he was floating towards the sky.

"Spiritual photo?" Xu Jia's eyes widened, and he almost lay on the photo, amazed: "This is the first time I've seen such a thing with my own eyes."

"After a person dies, the soul floats out of the body and ascends to heaven... Is this a traditional saying?" Xu Ziyu was not too surprised: "How do you know that they were captured by someone?"

"Normal people will not leave their souls when they consciously call for help when they die." Mo Yimo shook his head: "Generally, their souls will slowly float away from their bodies after they really die."

Xu Ziyu suddenly realized, but his expression remained calm: "What does that have to do with Uncle Tao?"

Mo Yimo froze for a moment, opened his mouth slightly, but did not speak.

He slowly withdrew his hand pointing at the newspaper, then his eyelids drooped slightly, and his mouth was pursed into a slit.

This is an expression of hesitating whether to say something or not.

"Mr. Mo, what are you hesitating for?" Xu Jia also saw that Mo Yimo's expression was not right, he held the newspaper in his hand, and carefully looked at the psychic photo.

"I went to Xingding Casino yesterday." Mo Yimo closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he was full of impatience: "The Tao family's manager is indeed in their hands."

Xu Jia was putting the newspaper back on the table, when he heard this, his hands shook involuntarily.

As a result, the lid of the teacup was accidentally knocked off by him and fell on the coffee table with a muffled sound.

"Which Xingding?" His tone trembled a little, as if he swallowed his saliva, and then raised his hand to pick up the lid of the cup and put it back in place.

"It's the one you thought of." Mo Yimo replied calmly.

Hearing this, Xu Ziyu's expression also changed: "It's really them?"

Mo Yimo nodded: "It's confirmed, and the head of the Tao family is still alive and well."

After saying this, his mouth didn't close completely, but opened a gap slightly like Zhang Feizhang, seemingly hesitating to speak.

"It's good to be alive." Xu Jia seemed to be relieved suddenly, and he hurriedly looked at Xu Ziyu: "We are just thinking of a way..."

Xu Ziyu shook his head, and stopped Xu Jia from continuing with his eyes.

He passed Xu Jia and stared at Mo Yimo for a long while, with complicated and unpredictable eyes.

Mo Yimo also looked at him lightly.

Over time, faint smiles appeared on the corners of the mouths of the two of them.

Xu Jia, who was caught in the middle, obviously didn't realize what was happening in front of him.

He looked left and right, and finally frowned: "What's the matter with you?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Mo still has something to say." Xu Ziyu leaned back, looked at Mo Yimo, and said calmly.

"Besides the two, there are still people who want to bring the head of the Tao family out of Xingding." Subconsciously glanced at the newspaper on the coffee table, Mo Yimo finally spoke.

He hesitated for a moment, and continued: "Because the timing is too coincidental, if someone is actually planning this car accident, it may be to raise enough souls to replace him."

To Xu Jia, the concept of equivalent exchange of souls was a bit confusing and difficult to understand.

Compared with Xu Ziyu, who has experienced various supernatural events recently, he can understand seven or eight points in an instant.

So, before Xu Jia could react, Xu Ziyu had already asked, "Is the value of Uncle Tao worth 42 lives?"

Exchange your life for your life, and redeem your soul.

This approach is too insane, who can be so ignorant of the dignity of life, and act recklessly?
"If my guess is true." Mo Yimo pursed his lips: "Then there are plenty of people who are willing to trade 42 lives for him."

"I went to Xingding yesterday, didn't I find out the identity of the other party?" Xu Jia frowned, and slammed the coffee table: "Xingding and that person are too courageous!"

"No." Mo Yimo shook his head.

He remembered the conversation he had with Mo Yiyou in the VIP lounge on the top of the star last night.

In addition to asking him to give a price in exchange for the head of the Tao family, Mo Yiyou also expressed that someone had the same goal as him.

At first, he thought that this was just Mo Yiyou's dissatisfaction with him ignoring himself, and deliberately playing a blindfold.

But later, he gradually felt something was wrong.

Because Mo Yiyou gave a clear price without hesitation: 32 souls.

As for the specific number of souls that can be exchanged for the head of the Tao family, Mo Yiyou would never say it properly and quickly when he was messing around.

He was dubious, until an hour ago, the driver drove him past the scene of the car accident.

The strong psychic instinct made him discover something wrong immediately.

If his guess is correct, then the car accident is likely to raise the number of souls.

As for why Mo Yiyou asked for 32 souls, 42 people died in this car accident?
That's because the value of casino chips is unstable, and the prices of various collaterals can rise, not to mention the important souls that are beneficial to the casino?
The other party is most likely an old customer who has been in contact with Xingding many times. He is familiar with the casino's frequent change of style, so he prepared ten more souls.

And there are two survivors, which shows that the other party is still soft.

The only people who can choose and choose freely in this way are traditional soul mongers.