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Volume 4 Chapter 7 There is only one!

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    Yang Chen was not as pedantic and conservative as Mo Qing, so when Yang Muyu said that Mr. Mo was poisoned and killed, he didn't care about anything else. According to what he said, the silver needle pierced Mr. Mo's body.  There was nothing strange about the body of Mr. Ru Mo. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then - the silver needle turned into a strange green color.  Eye-catching green!  Yang Muyu stood in front of the coffin, staring blankly at the touch of green. The silver needle was very small, so small that it could be ignored, but the touch of green was so weird that it magnified without limit in the eyes of the three people.  Why not black?  Why not black?  Yang Muyu kept thinking in his heart, what kind of poison is this?  For the first time, he suddenly felt helpless fear, and his hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably.  Yes, he is afraid!  Who can silently kill a ninth-grade martial artist? In the eyes of ordinary people, he is like a god-like existence, but he is killed silently in his own home?  It¡¯s not that the ninth-level martial cultivators cannot be killed. After all, they are still mortals. Even immortals are not immune to great catastrophes. It is not easy to want the world to live the same life.  However, such a way to die is really too horrific.  "Could it be said that there are immortals in this world of mountains and seas?  But even if there are immortals, shouldn't they find a blessed place in the cave to cultivate to a higher realm, and why should they come here to deal with this mundane matter?  Of course, this was not something Yang Muyu considered. What was even more terrifying was that he didn't know anything about the poison that Mr. Mo was poisoned with.  He is very arrogant. He has been very arrogant since he was a child. He is confident in his ability to use poison. No one in this world can match him. But now - his grandfather, his grandfather, was poisoned and killed in his own home.  Leaving aside the ninth-grade martial artist himself, he did not recognize this poison. For him, it was a fatal blow.  Dejectedly, he leaned against the coffin and fell to the ground again, tears falling silently If this poison cannot be broken, will his father Yang Chen and Mr. Mo make the same mistakes in the future?  What should he do?  The spiritual power and realm of the ninth-level martial cultivator cannot be integrated, and they will die Human life is so fragile, even the powerful martial cultivator is no exception?  Even if it is a god-like existence in the eyes of ordinary people?  No wonder so many people want to ask immortals for enlightenment The path to immortality is really elusive!  Mo Qing¡¯s hands were also trembling, and his eyes were fixed on the silver needle. Naturally, he would not blame Yang Chen for his nonsense now.  He closed his fingers on his wide sleeves and slowly clenched them into fists. Is this the price of his kindness?  Is this his destiny for ignoring the disputes between mountains and seas?  The five major families have always been fighting constantly, but - since he took over the city of Qingyao, he deliberately faded out. The incident in Xiuyu Valley, behind the blood, has made him heartbroken for so many years.  ??Fifteen years ago in the city of Qingyao, there was bloodshed, and the face of the father in despair was hidden in the firelight. Now - the father is dead.  The old man of the Mo family was actually killed.  Lying quietly in the coffin, he didn't even know who the murderer was.  "Qing, you" Yang Chen looked at his uncertain face and hurriedly supported him and said, "Are you okay?" "I¡ª¡ªit's¡ª¡ªnothing!" Mo Qing said almost word by word.  He uttered three words in his mouth, stared at the green silver needle with cold eyes, and gritted his teeth.  "I want revenge!" "Yes, we want revenge!" Yang Chen said through gritted teeth.  Yang Muyu stood up slowly, wrapped his fingers with his sleeves, leaned down in the coffin again on tiptoes, pulled out the silver needle, put it to his nose and smelled it, then carefully found a handkerchief and put the silver needle  The needle is wrapped and stored in the starfish soul.  "If you let me touch the old man's body, I should be able to know what kind of poison the old man planted." Yang Muyu said solemnly.  "No!" Mo Qing resolutely objected, "Absolutely not. We must take revenge, but we must not touch the old man's body." He knew what Yang Muyu wanted to do, so naturally he dissected the old man's body and studied what was stored in the body.  Toxin, he will never allow such a thing to happen.  "Okay!" Yang Muyu nodded, took a deep look at Mr. Mo's body lying quietly in the coffin again, and nodded.  "Father, please close the coffin lid. We unfilial descendants really shouldn't disturb the old man's eternal rest" At the end of the sentence, tears welled up in his eyes again.  For the old man of the Mo family.  In fact, he is just a stranger.  Although he clearly knew that he was his grandfather, after receiving the news of the old man's funeral.  He was just shocked and in disbelief.  And then, he was busy with the messy things in Qingyao City, and he had no time to be sad about this.  But now, the kind of blood and water that is born with?Emotions and grief arise from the heart.  He does not think that touching the old man's body is blasphemy, it is just to avenge the old man No one can silently attack and kill a ninth-level martial artist. This kind of poison will definitely have the effect of making the old man's spiritual power or  Realm cannot be used.  However, he really couldn't think of any poison that had such an effect.  What kind of poison is there? After touching the silver needle, it will turn it into a weird green instead of black Why not black?  This is a question that Yang Muyu has always puzzled over.  "Dad, I want to know apart from our Mo family, who else in the world is good at using poison?" Yang Muyu asked. Now, starting from the source of the poison is the most convenient and fastest way.  Mo Qing slowly pushed up the coffin lid and whispered: "There is also the Hao family!" However, the Hao family was bloodbathed by the five major families and burned to ashes in a fire. The Wenxian Tu was divided into five, and the five major families  Each one keeps one copy, there is no one left in the Hao family.  "Is this the Hao family from Dongliu Flower City?" Yang Muyu asked with a frown.  Dongliu Flower City, why is it Dongliu Flower City again?  Yang Muyu sat on the ground, and Mo Qing also sat down next to him, with his back leaning on the Mo family¡¯s old man¡¯s coffin. Yang Chen sat down opposite the two of them, frowning and said: "We have to make a careful calculation. This is very difficult."  It was premeditated. " Yang Chen is Yang Chen after all. After such a drastic change, he has remained as calm as he should be.  Perhaps it was the tragic events in the Xiuyu Valley that year that allowed him to develop the ability to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai before his eyes.  Mo Qing nodded. The Mo family was killed. This was not the first time for him, but his hand couldn't help but hold Yang Muyu's hand. There were really not many descendants of the Mo family, so nothing could happen again.  ¡°There must be a traitor in the Mo family, otherwise, there¡¯s no way this thing could have been done so cleanly.¡± Yang Muyu spoke first.  Yang Chen also nodded and frowned at the same time. There were too many people in the Mo family, and it was really hard to find this traitor.  "Leave this matter to me!" Yang Muyu suddenly said, "I have a way to find the person who used the poison, but the murderer and the person who used the poison are definitely not the same person." While saying this, he had a thought in his heart.  This is an extremely weird feeling, Yang Chen - his cheap dad is also a master of poisoning, the authentic heir of the Mo family's medical skills, but when he meets him, he can only be manipulated.  There are only two possibilities for this being a poisoner. First, it is like him, proficient in star medicine or other poison spectrum secret techniques, using poison and invisibility; secondly, this poisoner does not know that he has used poison.  Mr. Mo is in retreat, so there should only be a few people waiting around him, and the number of people will definitely not be too many. Otherwise, why would he be in retreat?  After checking the people around him, Yang Muyu is absolutely sure to find the poisoner. He is still confident about this.  And what makes him even more angry is - what kind of poison is this?  "Yu, why do you say that?" Mo Qing asked with a frown.  "Can a ninth-level master who is hiding in the city of Qingyao hide it from you?" Yang Muyu asked, if this can be hidden from him, then he, the lord of Qingyao City, is really a coward.  "No!" Yang Chen shook his head, absolutely not.  Yang Tie's cultivation level is not as good as his, and he can't hide in front of him. A ninth-grade martial artist can't hide in the city of Qingyao. He is sure of this.  Yang Muyu nodded. In this way, things became much simpler. He only needed to pay attention to the few ninth-level martial cultivators who were worshiping him. If it wasn't them, it would be an outsider.  When outsiders enter Qingyao City to kill people, there should still be people inside Qingyao City to respond This is a very troublesome matter.  Mo Qing suddenly asked: "Why does the murderer have to be a ninth-level warrior? Wasn't the old man poisoned?" It is naturally impossible for ordinary people to kill a ninth-level martial artist who is in his prime, but killing a poisoned ninth-level warrior is impossible.  Why do martial cultivators need to be at the ninth level?  Yang Muyu took a deep breath and said, "Father, in fact" In fact, he didn't say a word. He glanced at Yang Chen and didn't know what to say.  "What do you want to say, just say it!" Yang Chen was surprised, what exactly did he want to say?  "This is the murderer - not only a ninth-grade martial artist, but also very proficient in human body muscles. The old man was slapped directly on the chest with a palm, but his heart was not damaged, but the meridians all over his body were severely damaged. He pretended to be a mortal and could not survive.  The appearance of death. And and I suspect that this person is an acquaintance of the old man. The old man will be unprepared when he sees him. It can even be said that the old man is very happy to see him. "Yang Muyu.  whispered.  Because even after death, the old man had that very comforting smile on his face. He must have wanted to do it very much.??Meet this person.  "Yu, what do you want to say?" Yang Chen and Mo Qing asked almost at the same time.  A ninth-grade martial artist who is proficient in the muscles and veins of the human body. He is an acquaintance of the old man. There is only one acquaintance that Mr. Mo really wants to see!
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