My sister was killed, and I transformed into a red suit at the beginning to demand my life...

The Mohist family in Jiangcheng.

This evening, several people in power from the Mo family gathered around the meeting hall.

There is a plaque hanging on the wall, with the word "Qian Yi" in it. In front of the board is a long nanmu table with exquisite carvings. Next to the table is an Eight Immortals square table, with Taishi chairs on the left and right, showing solemnity, elegance and majesty.

The current head of the Mo family, Mo Shiti, is sitting in the Taishi chair on the right. No one dares to sit on the Taishi chair on the left. Several elders in charge of the family's financial affairs are waiting for the head of the family to speak.

"Everyone, have you heard about Jiangcheng Ligui?"

"I called you here to discuss this matter."

The head of the family, Mo Shiti, waited for a moment and then said calmly.

Although his tone was emotionless, his heart was already on fire. After hearing about the incident in the Wu family, it was difficult for him to escape from this state of excitement and ecstasy.

If something happens to the Wu family, which party is most beneficial, it is the Mo family!

For hundreds of years, the Wu and Mo families have been at odds with each other. Due to the close proximity of their families, the heads of both families are resentful soul masters, and most of the world's industries overlap. Fifty years ago, the Mo family was squeezed out by the Wu family. Bullying, countless people died at the hands of the Wu family.

In recent years, the Wu family has declined, and the Mo family has gradually grown. The other Liu family has declined due to the death of the older generation of controllers, and is unable to resist the two families and remains neutral.

Now that the Wu family has provoked a top-notch conspirator and is bound to suffer disaster, the Mo family can just sit back and wait for the flowers to bloom.

"Master, do we, the Mo family, need to get involved in this matter?"

asked a family patriarch holding a cane.

Mo Shiti shook his head decisively after hearing this.

"No need."

"Now not only is Jiangcheng Yu Gui Bureau watching, but even the province is keeping an eye on it."

"What's more, based on my guess, I'm afraid that the Li Gui in Dahuang Mountain is definitely extremely ferocious and no one can defeat it."

"At times like this, don't get angry."

"Especially the younger members of the family, if anyone dares to go out and cause trouble in the past few months——"

Speaking of this, a hint of coldness appeared in Mo Shiti's eyes.

No big family can guarantee the elites of the younger generation. There will always be some black sheep who cause trouble and bring a stigma to the family. Under normal circumstances, he can turn a blind eye.

But ever since he heard about the Wu family's Li Kuai, he felt like a thorn had been stabbed in his heart. Didn't he see that the Wu family's juniors would cause such a stir that the top Li Kuai would even threaten his life just for snatching a magic weapon?

"Yes, yes, I have locked my son at home during this period. If he dares to go out, I will break his legs!"

Several family elders could not help but say "take care" in a cold sweat.

They all know that the head of the family is a man who does what he says. If someone really dares to cause trouble under special circumstances, Mo Shiti will not show mercy, regardless of whose children and grandchildren, his life may not be saved.

"The dark clouds are flying, the dark clouds are flying, I didn't expect that you were so wise all your life, but you fell down just when you were about to be buried."

Mo Shiti murmured to himself, not knowing who to tell it to.

"That's right, head of the family."

Suddenly, the family patriarch holding a cane said something.

"That little girl Heyin said that she guessed that the strange things in the wilderness might not be Li Wei."

"Ok?"

Mo Shiti was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He had never thought of this possibility.

"If it's not Li Jui, what could it be?"

"Could it be a resentful spirit? It's impossible for the whole province to pay close attention to it!"

"He Yin is just a squad leader now, how can she know any secrets?"

Mo Shiti shook his head and said.

He Yin's uncle joined the Mo family decades ago, and now he has real power in the Provincial Control Bureau. It is thanks to him that He Yin was promoted so quickly, and the Mo family now has to rely on Uncle He Yin's power.

"She, she said."

The family patriarch holding a cane took a deep breath.

What he said next made him doubtful.

"The weird ones in the wilderness may be wearing red clothes."

quiet!

The words fall!

The air in the entire Mohist meeting hall seemed to be frozen!

Everyone's eyes were shaken by the word "red clothes", and they thought they had heard it wrong.

After Mo Shiti was stunned for three seconds, he immediately stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "What did you say?"

"Yes, Hong Yi." the elder repeated.

"Red clothes? How can it be red clothes!"

Mo Shiti's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and he murmured blankly, staring straight at the wall. His legs trembled slightly for an instant, and his cheeks lost color, as if all the strength had been sucked out of his body.

What is red?

A terrifying existence above the extreme!

The red dress comes to the world, and the trick door is wide open!

Even the weakest ordinary man in red is enough to destroy Jiangcheng!

The lives of millions of Liming people, whether they are the Wu family, the Liu family, or the Mo family, are in a precarious situation.

Not to mention waiting for profit, I am afraid that the Mo family in Jiangcheng will be affected.

"Of course, it's possible that she made a mistake. She's a little girl, so it's normal for her to make a mistake."

Seeing that the master of the house looked wrong, the elder immediately comforted him.

But it was useless.

Mo Shiti still felt scared. Whenever he thought about the birth of Hongyi in Jiangcheng, he would feel uneasy.

"I hope she's mistaken," he said anxiously.

"Otherwise, no one can survive this disaster."

At this time, the Wu family.

Doors that had been closed in recent days were forced open.

A group of strangers came here one after another.

The leader is Feng Zhenguo, the director of the Conspiracy Bureau, the nine detachments, including He Yin from the third detachment, as well as the monks of Prajna Temple, the heads and elders of the Mo family and the Liu family, and some private conspirators with special abilities.

The elders from Chongfu Temple in Star City next door also came here, looking unkind.

Wu Siqing, the head of the Wu family, stood in front of the living room.

Behind him was Wu Henghao and his mother who held him in her arms for protection.

At this moment, Wu Henghao was so frightened by these people that his legs became weak and his eyes were filled with fear. He sat on the chair, coerced by the malicious intent of the crowd, and felt that a disaster was imminent and it was inevitable to escape.

"Amitabha, donor, now evil spirits are targeting our Prajna Temple. Please bring your son to our Prajna Temple to gather together to discuss the follow-up arrangements."

Daoxin, the abbot of Prajna Temple, was the first to speak.

After he finished speaking, the elder of Chongfu Temple next to him frowned and answered.

"Wait a minute, the poor monk has something to say."

"We at Chongfu Temple kindly lend you the magic weapon for self-defense, but you have yet to return it. If the poor monk hadn't come to your door, I might not have known that the magic weapon was destroyed."

"How should you repay me, Chongfu Temple?"

Seeing this, Xin Kong from Prajna Temple immediately said, "Don't talk about your magic weapon yet."

"The statues of Arhat and Sakyamuni in Prajna Temple are both broken!"

"Let's settle the matter with my Prajna Temple first!"

Seeing his rudeness, the elder of Chongfu Temple couldn't help but got angry and said: "You old bald donkey, your Prajna Temple has nothing to do with me, Chongfu Temple. The poor monk wants to take back the magic weapon he lent him. This is it hard?"

"A magic weapon?" Xinkong laughed angrily.

"The Prajna Temple is about to be destroyed. Can't we wait any longer for a magical weapon?"

"You are a piece of shit. You can't understand the big and small things. How can you be a monk?"

The monks from the two temples quarreled.

It made the Wu family restless.

In the end, the two of them shut up after Daoxin, the abbot of Prajna Temple, shouted to stop.

Feng Zhenguo, the director of the Bureau of Control, who had been watching for a while, stood up at this time.

"Stop talking."

"The top priority now is to stabilize Li Gui!"

"Wu Henghao, come out!"