Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

"Yes, Gaozu wanted to find you by name." Zuo Jing nodded respectfully.

"This?"

Hearing that Zuo Chengying wanted to find Zhu Mo by name, Zuo Kuangyin was astonished.

Master Ying probably didn't know Zhu Mo at all, why did he suddenly find him?

"Then please move, Master Zhu."

Zuo Kuangyin personally took Zhu Mo to Zuo Shengying's residence.

Zuo Shengying's residence is ordinary, with only two houses and a small courtyard.

"Patriarch Zhu, this is the place. Go in by yourself, we will wait outside the door." Zuo Kuangyin stopped outside.

"it is good."

As soon as he took a step forward, the door of the house opened slowly and automatically.

Like being blown away by a gust of wind.

Zhu Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then stepped in.

Go in and close the door, and you can see that the interior of the room is dimly lit.

In the distance, there seemed to be a few lamps emitting a faint blue fire.

"Blue fire...is it a ghost fire?" Zhu Mo frowned slightly.

I've heard of blue will-o'-the-wisps, but this is the first time I've seen them used as lamps.

"Ghost fire?"

"This is not a will-o'-the-wisp, but a spark." A majestic voice came from the room, full of air.

The voice didn't sound like the voice of a man in his 140s at all.

The figure under the blue flame in front of him gradually became clear.

Just looking at that figure, Zhu Mo felt an invisible oppressive force emanating from him, making him feel as if he was in a bottomless abyss.

Just because of his imposing manner, he is so powerful, he is worthy of being recognized by that old fellow Jia Xin.

"Junior Tianjing Zhu Family, Patriarch Zhu Mo. Greetings to Senior Zuo." Zhu Mo stepped forward and bowed slightly to him.

After all, he is an old guy in his 140s, so he should be very concerned about etiquette.

The figure popped his mouth and waved his big hand: "Don't do this with me, little Patriarch. You are not such a person at all, don't try to hide it from my eyes."

"Look at the power of the demon god hidden in your body, it is a power that even I am afraid of."

With that said, Zuo Chengying, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly got up:

"The hostility bursting out of you is almost rushing to my face. That thing has killed enough lives to build another eighteen layers of hell."

Zhu Mo was ashamed.

His words made Zhu Mo understand why that little kid Zuo Jingzun was so afraid of him.

It turned out to be because of the power of the demon god in his body.

"I didn't expect Senior Zuo to be so humorous in his old age. Hell is not a prison, so how can it be said to be built when it is built."

At this time, Zuo Shengying's complete face was fully revealed.

Wearing a somewhat gray robe, with a tall and straight figure.

That face was covered with traces of time, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be traces of time, recording his long life.

However, strangely enough, even though he has lived to be 140 years old, his face looks younger than his actual age.

The years did not leave too many traces on his face, but instead made his face glow with a strange brilliance.

Zhu Mo couldn't help but doubt Zuo Shengying's real age.

"Are you looking for me?" Zhu Mo asked softly, rolling his Adam's apple.

The corners of Zuo Chengying's mouth rose slightly: "Didn't you want to find me?"

Zuo Chengying's words made Zhu Mo speechless for a while, he couldn't let this old man who didn't know how long he would live use secret techniques to calculate the location of the holy capital, right?

How presumptuous.

As if guessing Zhu Mo's thoughts, Zuo Chengying narrowed her eyes and showed a smirk: "I didn't expect the little Patriarch to have a good face, this is different from your style."

"Uh..."

"I thought you would come a long time ago, and I've already asked you the answer you want to know." Zuo Chengying's mouth slightly raised, revealing an inexplicable smile.

"You mean the location of the holy capital?" Zhu Mo's eyes shone brightly.

Zhu Mo didn't expect that this old guy would figure out what he wanted to know without asking for it himself.

"What's your purpose, at the expense of your life force, to help a person I've never met use a secret technique?"

Confused Zhu Mo didn't know why Zuo Chengying did this.

"What I'm doing is naturally the future of my Heavenly Star Sect."

"The Heavenly Star Sect has stayed in this Tingshan Mountain for hundreds of years. Although it looks glamorous on the surface, it has long since fallen into decline."

Speaking of this, the 140-year-old Zuo Shengying was depressed:

"It is estimated that within a few decades, the Tianxingzong will become history. The only ones we can rely on now are your Zhu family, or the four major families."

"How do you want me to help you?" Zhu Mo was puzzled.

"Under the vulgarity, the many sects that used to be able to get along well in modern times are those who have successfully transformed. Our Tianxing Sect did not catch up at that time..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Mo also fully understood what he meant: "Don't worry, as long as you entrust me with the location of the Holy Capital, the Sky Star Sect will gain a foothold in Yan Country under the protection of our Zhu family."

"I assure you, when the matter is over, I will establish family rules. As long as the Zhu family exists in the future, I will protect your Tianxingzong."

"Okay, then I can rest assured." After finishing speaking, Zuo Chengying slowly raised her index finger.

A dazzling blue light flashed on the index finger.

The blue light shuttled through the air, like a blue electric current, directly penetrated into Zhu Mo's pale forehead.

At that moment, Zhu Mo felt as if a breeze was blowing in his mind, and his thoughts were flying.

The exact location of the holy capital, Zhu Mo, received!

Zhu Mo closed his eyes slightly, lightened his forehead, and slowly opened his bright eyes: "But, what you have done is not enough for my promise."

"I am not only the head of the Zhu family, but also a businessman."

Hearing Zhu Mo's words, Zuo Chengying's expression changed suddenly, but she smiled immediately: "Little Patriarch, you are simply a genius. What do you want from me? I'm an old man, and there is very little I can promise you."

The corners of Zhu Mo's mouth curled up in a strange arc, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

His smile was like a drop of black ink, dripping into the endless darkness, making one feel a creepy chill.

This is the kind of smile that makes people feel ominous, as if implying that an unknown conspiracy is brewing.

Even Zuo Chengying couldn't help but feel ashamed, and couldn't figure out what the hell this little guy was up to.

"I sincerely invite Senior Zuo to accompany me on a trip to the holy capital."