2/1 god domain

080 Already had a hunch

"Mo Zilan is not an ordinary person, even...he may still be alive." Mo Shao spoke in deliberation. After all, there is no sufficient evidence, and this is just his guess.

"Ah? Is it a scam?"

"Ah."

Compared with the startled poet, Xiao Mo Fan's reaction was too calm, as if he had a premonition and knew it well.

Mo Shao looked at him suspiciously: "When did you know?"

Thinking back to the day when Mo Zilan was found to have died suddenly, little Mo Fan had confirmed the news with him after a long silence. At that time, he thought that the other party was too young to accept such bad news.

"I wasn't sure about the day he died. At first, I was just suspicious. Although he never liked me, we are father and son after all."

There is a certain probability of "telepathy" between direct blood relatives. This probability is higher in twin sisters or brothers. If one of them is a person with supernatural powers, the probability is even greater.

Just like back then, when little Mofan saw Carlo Ross for the first time, he would feel that he was kind and wondered whether they were related by blood.

This kind of relationship between blood relatives from different generations is still the same, what's more, he and Mo Zilan are still father and son?

Mo Zilan's death was terrible back then, all the meridians in his body were cut off, and his handsome face was also ruined to a bloody mess. Only the birthmark on his body can prove his identity.

Vendetta?Love kill?

Who on earth would hate him so much?Not only killing people, but also disfiguring them?

What if it is not to vent anger, but to hide the truth?

"I had an intuition at the time that he must not be dead." Xiao Mofan continued, "But everyone believed that he was dead..."

At that time, he was very soft-spoken, even if he said something, no one would believe it. More importantly, even Mo Shao, whom he trusted and relied on the most, felt that Mo Zilan was dead.

The balance in his heart gradually tilted towards the result that everyone believed.

Then, he was kicked out by the Mo family.

"My God!" exclaimed the poet, "why would he do that?"

The poet couldn't understand it, because the information he found showed that Mo Zilan was a very ambitious person who had coveted the position of the head of the Mohist family for a long time. Even though Mo Sapphire was considered to be more gifted with supernatural powers, his hope was in vain ?There is no need to cheat death, right?

When a person dies, nothing is left.

Even if one day Mo Zilan comes back to life again?The rest of the Mo family may not accept his identity...

"Put it to death and live later." Mo Shao said in a deep voice after pondering for a few seconds.

Little Mo Fan looked at Mo Shao hesitantly: "Maybe he has already got what he wants."

What does Mo Zilan want?The position of the head of the family!

But the Mo family is no longer the super family it used to be. Mo Zilan's private treasury is even more valuable than him being the head of the family. Why is he so persistent?

"Whatever Caesar wants, he probably also wants that thing." Little Mo Fan continued, "After all, only by becoming the head of the family can you own it openly."

"Treasure map?" The poet suddenly realized, "But isn't that already in our hands?"

"I was thinking that my illusion wasn't strong enough to deceive a holy sword spirit for so long..." Mo Shao said thoughtfully.

That night, after he fainted Mo Zilan, he used illusion to create an identical silver-blue brocade bag, swapped it with the real treasure map, and then left.

What happened after he left?

There is no reason for Mo Zilan to stay in a coma all night. Obviously, after he woke up, he must have done something. Not only did he hide the truth from the holy sword spirit, but he also set up a series of puzzles.

"I'm dizzy, Mo Shao." The poet's eyes circled, his body shook twice, and he fell to the ground. He felt that the program was more suitable for him, because human thinking is too complicated.

"After arriving at the Mo family, the answer may surface..."

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I want to say a lot, and I don’t know who to talk to. I don’t even bother to think about the consequences of writing here and being seen by interested people. I feel bitter in my mouth. I have applied for recommendation for three consecutive weeks, but still haven’t given it. , I don’t know what to say, I feel that I should be more sensible, very helpless.

Olive branches are distributed today, and the girl who is reading the text can give a reward if she wants.I now have nothing but a handful of readers.Well, 3000+ later in the second update