undead warrior

Chapter 15
But no one in the room paid any attention to him, they all stood there petrified looking at the sleeve of the bronze statue, the old man also looked over, also petrified, then anger welled up in his heart, and he yelled angrily.

"You guys are messing around, the test is the test, how can you smear it on yourself, who did it? Are you afraid of going to the torture hall?"

The angry reprimand awakened everyone, Mo Caihua swallowed and explained in a low voice.

"Report to the three sacrificial priests, this is not painted on."

"How could it not be!"

The third priest approached angrily, and pushed Mo Laosan who was blocking the way aside, reached out his hand to touch the blood lines, and when he raised his palm, it petrified again.There is no blood on the hand, which means that it is not painted on, but the color has really changed.

"Three Priests...Three Priests..."

Mo Caihua nudged him, and then he was released from the petrified state, with a frenzied light in his eyes, the dragon's head and cane dropped to the ground, his palms tremblingly facing the roof, and he raised his arms and shouted.

"God bless my Mo family!"

At this moment, the third priest was in tears. The Mo family had waited too long for the real super genius, and excitedly grabbed Mo Laosan's arm.

"Third son, you have done a great job and gave me a good grandson!"

Well, he is Mo Laosan's father, both of them are the third eldest, but unfortunately the elder one is just an ancestral priest with no real power, deliberately trying to elevate Mo Kui, but the result is unexpected.

Mo Laosan cried, not because he was excited, but because he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"what……"

Suddenly there was a scream, Mo Laosan's right arm was severed at the root, and blood spattered. The third priest held his severed arm stupidly, and looked at Mo Caihua who was wielding a sword.

"Are you crazy?"

At this time, Mo Caidie was serious, "I'm not crazy, he lost the bet, one arm is the bet! Also, the peerless genius with [-]% blood is not your grandson, but him..."

Following the direction of the finger, the third priest saw Mo Wentian with a calm face.

"puff……"

Overjoyed and saddened, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his body fell limply to the ground. Seeing the miserable conditions of his father and grandfather, Mo Kui wept loudly, and looked at Mo Wentian and Mo Caihua with hatred.

Self-inflicted!
This thought came from the mind of the people who were always in the room. From the beginning to the end, it was the father and son who were looking for trouble, so I really don't complain.

There was a peerless genius with [-]% blood in the family, which shocked the head of the family and all the elders. The confession hall was soon surrounded by water, and the idlers were not qualified to be in it. They were all kicked out, including the genius Mokwe.Originally this was supposed to be his stage, but it was completely covered by Mo Wentian's light, and no one paid any attention to it.

Mo Wentian also saw the current patriarch, a handsome middle-aged man with a goatee, and a dangerous aura, which can only be emitted by a higher realm than the chemical martial arts.The higher the cultivation base, the slower the aging speed, and one cannot judge age by appearance alone.

Soul condensate?Or refining beasts?
Mo Wentian was not afraid of the other party's staring eyes, guessing the other party's cultivation level, and glanced at a group of old men and women wearing elder clothes.

"try again!"

Patriarch Mo spoke calmly, only believing what he saw, the copper bowl was quickly cleaned up, and the blood line subsided. After waiting for a while, Mo Wentian was handed a new dagger, and everyone stared at him.

It was about whether he could return to the family, Mo Wentian's face became serious, he cut his finger with a dagger, and let the blood drip into the copper bowl.

After a few drops of blood, he withdrew his hand to press the wound, and fixed his eyes on the sleeve of the bronze statue to see if it was only [-]% because of the low blood volume.But let him down, it's still a little more than [-]%, the blood has been eroded by the blood of the demon!
The hall fell into complete silence again. Patriarch Mo looked tremblingly at the sleeve of the bronze statue. He couldn't believe the nine blood lines, and then looked at Mo Wentian with a frown.

"how can that be!"

These words broke the silence, and the hall became noisy. Patriarch Mo waved his hand, and everyone stopped talking.

"What's your name and who are your parents?"

"My name is Mo Wentian!" The answer was loud and loud, but he didn't say the names of his parents, so he couldn't say it.

"Unfilial sons and grandchildren!"

There was a sudden exclamation. It was not the first time Mo Wentian had heard someone call him that, but it was Mo Kui before, but this time it was an elder. He looked over fiercely.

"What do you mean?"

The elder with a gray beard knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly explained, "Why did your parents give you such a name? It seems that your father has been away from the family for too long, and he doesn't even know about it."

"What's the matter?" Mo Wentian had a vague premonition.

Patriarch Mo broke the conversation, "We'll talk about this later."

Turning around and facing the crowd again, "The matter of the bloodline must be kept secret, whoever dares to leak it out, don't blame me for being cruel."

He looked at Mo Wentian again, "Follow me!"

Mo Wentian had no choice but to go out with him, and Yun'er wanted to follow, but was stopped by someone, and she waited with her lips pouted.

After leaving the Hall of Familiarity Recognition, there were several simple carriages outside, under Mo Kui's hateful eyes, Mo Wentian followed Patriarch Mo into one of them.

(End of this chapter)