The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 139 What if I can help you solve it?
"Of course, then I'll just call out Wan Ning."

Mo Rou didn't rush to speak, but picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea.

Song Wanning was not in a hurry and there was always a smile on the corner of her lips.

In the end, Mo Rou couldn't sit still anymore. She was really curious why Song Wanning suddenly came to her.

"Wan Ning, you asked Patriarch Song to send me a message, specifically asking me to come over. It should be more than just a cup of tea, right?"

She stared at Song Wanning intently, wanting to know what was going on.

"It's a long story."

Song Wanning sighed quietly, "I'm sure Aunt Mo has heard about the last beast tide. There was a traitor in our Song family who almost caused the death of an innocent Song family disciple."

"Later, that disciple's soul exploded. We never found the culprit, but during the investigation, we discovered some very interesting things. I wonder if Aunt Mo would be interested in hearing about them?"

There was a hint of deep meaning in her eyes, which made Noila Mo's heart jump.

Especially when I heard about the traitor, I instinctively felt something was wrong.

She nodded solemnly, "I'd like to hear more!"

"Yesterday I saw the mermaid from the Mo family..."

Song Wanning stopped talking after she had said half of her words.

Sometimes if you talk too much, others may think you have bad intentions.

Besides, this was actually something she knew in her previous life. If you look closely, it has no basis at all. The more she talks about it, the more loopholes there are.

It’s better to let people figure it out on their own.

Mo Rou was indeed shocked, "Is there something wrong with the mermaid?!"

Mo Wentian's men did intervene in the process, but she and her second brother checked carefully and found no problems.

Otherwise they wouldn't dare to keep the mermaids for use.

Song Wanning continued to smile without saying a word, looking quite mysterious.

The more she remained silent, the gloomier Mo Rou felt in her heart. She no longer called Wan Ning affectionately, but adopted a negotiating attitude.

"Tell me about this, what is your purpose?"

She didn't think that a meeting in childhood would make Song Wanning risk being involved in the Mo family's civil war and come to tell her about this matter.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanning suddenly sat up straight and moved closer to her.

"My purpose is very simple. I hope that when the Song family needs help in the future, Patriarch Mo will stand on our side."

Mo Rou frowned when she heard this, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "It's just a piece of news, Brother Song, you're thinking too much."

It would be too simplistic to think that the Mo family would stand on your side based on just this piece of information.

Besides, they were already wary of Mo Wentian. Although this information was valuable, it was far from enough.

As expected, he is a young man and cannot be as experienced as her father.

There was a hint of sharpness in Mo Rou's tone, but Song Wanning's expression remained unchanged. She just moved a little closer and gave her a playful smile.

"What if I tell you that I can help you solve that big problem?"

After saying that, Song Wanning leaned back slightly on her chair, looking calm and composed.

But her words were like a depth bomb, exploding in Noila Mo's heart.

Her pupils shrank, and she asked with a hint of disbelief: "You mean... him?"

Mo Wentian is a powerful cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and he has been advancing for more than fifty years. He is now stuck on the edge of advancing to the Divine Transformation stage, and is far beyond the reach of a new cultivator like Song Wanning.

Besides, even if Song Wanning is gifted and can defeat Mo Wentian, the higher her cultivation level, the more difficult it will be to determine life or death.

Mo Rou didn't think Song Wanning could kill Mo Wentian.

So she quickly calmed down and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, please stop joking."

"Master Mo only needs to answer. If I do it, then your Mo family will make the choice."

Seeing Song Wanning so serious, Mo Rou inexplicably felt a sense of hope in her heart.

Mo Wentian, this cancer, had been looming in her heart for over two hundred years, tormenting her constantly. If she could truly eradicate it, what would it matter if she sided with the Song family?
Besides, the Song family is already a good family, and it is a win-win situation for her to refuse.

"If Fellow Daoist Song can really do it, the Mo family will definitely not sit idly by!"

"it is good!"

This was the sentence Song Wanning was waiting for.

Mo Rou is a man of good reputation. Since he has promised, he will not go back on his word.

But just in case, the two of them made a vow to protect their inner demons.

After all, people change rapidly, and no one can guarantee that these alliances will not change in the future.

Only the oath from the inner demon is the most reliable.

That night, Song Wanning disguised herself as a disciple of the Mo family and entered the Mo family.

In order to avoid being noticed, Mo Rou first sent his disciple out to the inn, and when he came out, he became Song Wanning.

Because she had cultivated to the level of a spirit, and was wearing a magical instrument that could beautify her appearance, no one could detect that she was in disguise.

In this way, she successfully infiltrated the Mo family.

In Mo Rou Palace, the mermaid was locked in a room.

She can't speak, and her eyes are full of psychedelic colors.

Every tear that falls is a precious pearl in the world.

Seeing that she was observing the mermaid, Mo Rou became more and more curious about what was wrong with the mermaid.

But Song Wanning didn't say anything, and she didn't dare to ask, so she could only look the mermaid up and down.

But the mermaid was still just lying on the ground innocently, in a depressed mood, as if she knew her fate and had lost the strength to resist.

She looked the mermaid over again with her spiritual sense, but still found nothing wrong.

"Master, the Third Elder wants to see you."

A disciple entered the hall to report, and before Mo Rou could respond, a majestic figure walked in from the door.

Mo Wentian is over 1.9 meters tall, with a strong and muscular appearance, a rough face, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows show that he has a bad temper.

He walked in aggressively, "Master, I heard that the Second Elder got a merman. Could you please let me see him?"

After saying that, he walked straight towards Mo Rou and looked at the mermaid in the room.

Song Wanning stood beside Mo Rou and clearly felt the change in Mo Rou's mood.

Mo Rou's disgust for Mo Wentian was ingrained in her bones, reaching the point of physiological disgust.

Even just seeing him made me feel uncomfortable.

She looked at Mo Wentian, and the way he looked at the mermaid was quite intriguing.

"What is the Third Elder doing here?"

Mo Rou also looked at Mo Wentian, a little worried that he would discover Song Wanning. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice anything unusual and was completely focused on the mermaid.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression didn't look good.

"I came here to ask the master if he could give the mermaid to me."

Mo Wentian had an arrogant and presumptuous smile on his face, not taking Mo Rou seriously at all.

"Oh, the Third Elder has no pre-existing illness, so what use does he have for this mermaid?"

Mo Rou's face darkened, and she said dissatisfiedly: "The Third Elder knows that I have an old illness, so he should understand my difficulties."

"Isn't it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two of them was instantly filled with tension.

Song Wanning on the side lowered her head silently, reducing her presence.

(End of this chapter)