a killer

ten.

Zhengdao Martial Arts held a hero meeting to eradicate Tanjiao. The dead ghost used to be the protector of Tanjiao. Although he left office for many years, he still had close contacts with the leader of Tanjiao. The Wulin League wanted to start with him. Mo Feng approached the dead ghost.

Mo Feng asked, "It's your people who hired me to kill you."

The hero said: "Yes."

Mo Feng was silent.

"Since you already know the truth, why don't you abandon the dark and turn to the bright, and when things come to fruition in the future, the Wulin League will definitely give you an upright identity, and you don't have to do this murder again." The hero advised him.

Mo Feng looked at him for a long while before saying, "Is it true that you said that the dead ghost killed my parents?"

"Of course it's true. Your father, Mo Jue, was originally a pillar of righteousness, and your mother, Shengmei, was a saint of the Demon Sect. The two of them eloped in love and were despised by the righteous way. They escaped into the Tanjiao, thinking they could live a peaceful life. I didn’t expect that uncle of yours to be a lunatic. He admired his own sister and hated your father. He tried to kill him several times but failed. Later, when your mother was pregnant with you, he was so jealous that he kidnapped your mother and forced your father to commit suicide. Your mother died in shock and anger after your father died, so she also went, and that's why you were adopted by the dead ghost."

"Since he hates my father, why didn't he kill me?"

"That man is crazy. I don't know what he thinks. Besides, you are his own nephew. How can an uncle raise a nephew as a killer? What's the difference between this and letting you die at any time?"

Mo Feng thought of the helpless smiling face of the dead ghost when he lost his temper when he was a child, the hand that patted his back before falling asleep, and the pity in his eyes when he applied the medicine, and his heart twitched suddenly.

"I'm going back."

The hero was overjoyed and said: "You have to be careful, as long as you find out about Tan Jiao, don't do anything to the dead ghost, lest you lose your life in vain."

Mo Feng nodded, turned around and left.

The hero watched him leave, thinking of the divine inscription, he couldn't help but sigh.

What an enemy.

The dead ghost didn't expect that Mo Feng would go back and come back, he lost his strength and passed out after pressing down on the three soul nails, and when Mo Feng came back, he was still lying unconscious on the bed.

Mo Feng looked at his pale face with mixed emotions in his heart, he only believed half of what the hero said, he spoke too carefully, like a bystander, he bullied Mo Feng when he was young, but Mo Feng was not stupid.

The dead ghost is related to the death of his parents, but things will definitely not be as bad as the hero said. After all, he has been with the dead ghost for many years. Doesn't Mo Feng know whether he is sincere or false to him?

It's just that the dead ghost will never tell him the truth, and he didn't come back to cooperate with the heroes, but...

Mo Feng touched the dead ghost's face, his skin was as cold as a dead man, Mo Feng touched his neck to his back, and lifted his clothes, the place where the three soul nails were embedded on his back was bright red, the red of blood reflected His snow-white skin looked particularly gorgeous and beautiful.

When he was a governor, he dreamed of a dead ghost. In his dream, he untied the dead ghost's clothes and held him tightly in his arms. When he woke up, his lower body was wet. At that time, he knew that he had feelings for the dead ghost that he shouldn't have. , and he rarely came back after that.

Having such nasty thoughts about his relatives who are like masters and fathers, Mo Feng felt that he was really crazy.

When the dead ghost woke up and saw Mo Feng, he was overjoyed, hugged him and shouted: "Feng'er, Feng'er!"

Mo Feng didn't move, the dead ghost let go of him, touched his face, and said, "Feng'er looked at me, you talk."

"Did you kill my parents?"

The dead ghost let go of him and remained silent. Mo Feng's eyes turned cold, he grabbed his shoulder and gritted his teeth: "Did you kill him?!"

The dead ghost stared into his eyes, and said quietly: "What's the difference between yes and no? What do you want if I killed you? What if you didn't kill me?"

Mo Feng looked at his face that hadn't changed for more than ten years, smiled slightly, bit his lips, and then licked the place where he had bitten with the tip of his tongue.

The dead ghost's eyes widened, and he pushed him away suddenly, covering his mouth in disbelief.

Mo Feng smiled strangely, and said: "Liu An can do it, Mi Hu can do it, but I can't? Master? Uncle?"

The dead ghost spurted out a mouthful of blood when he heard uncle, and his heart palpitated endlessly. He didn't expect that the child he raised would have such thoughts about him.

Scenes of the past events from that year reappeared, giving him the urge to vomit his heart out.

"Your parents were indeed killed by me." The dead ghost smiled sadly and looked at Mo Feng, "You kill me to avenge your parents."

"Impossible!" Mo Feng was so upset that he couldn't believe this, and asked, "You lied to me, didn't you?"

The dead ghost looked at him, his eyes were sour, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "I didn't lie to you."

"You didn't kill my parents." Mo Feng felt that something collapsed in his heart. He looked at the dead ghost, wanting to cry, and said, "As long as you say no, I will believe you."

The dead ghost's tears fell immediately, and he couldn't even say a word.