Chapter 261: [Tianyin Pavilion] Guilty

Hearing this, Wubei Temple's Grandmaster Xuanjing sighed. "Amitabha, as expected, young master Mo really isn't sect leader Xue's nephew. What an ill-fated relationship."

Someone else reacted. "Ah … it's him?"

The surrounding cultivators were confused. "What do you mean by him?"

"It's that child who came up with the idea of locking Mo Ran in the dog cage," said that person. "He's around the same age as Mo Ran, and he's also Madam Mo's son." As he pondered, he was suddenly enlightened. He patted his head and said, "I get it now. So you killed them and occupied their nest not because of greed, but because of hatred!"

When some people heard this analysis, they felt that it was very reasonable. They all looked at Mo Ran with disdain and pity.

"If that's the case, then it makes sense."

"Sigh, a hateful person definitely has a pitiful side."

Amidst this discussion, Mu Yanli cleared her throat, and the surroundings immediately quieted down.

She said, "Young master Mo, I heard that you didn't have enough to eat in the Drunken Jade Building all year round, and you were even mistreated. That nanny always beat and scolded you, right?"

Mo Ran said, "… Yes."

"That nanny's son is the child who came up with the idea of locking you in the dog cage. Is that right?"

"That's right."

Seeing that their guesses were confirmed, they sighed even more heavily. "Sigh, look, as expected, it's because of hatred. He definitely hates that mother and son bitterly. "

They were right. How could he not hate them? Mo Nian was the same age as him, but he was much more robust. Because he was the nanny's son, no one in the building dared to provoke him. That child had always been fierce and mischievous, and whenever he had nothing to do, he would vent his anger on Mo Ran. Whenever he caused trouble, he would often frame Mo Ran. Mo Ran would be the scapegoat for all the dirty deeds.

However, Mo Ran was very honest. Even if he was wronged, he didn't dare to take revenge on Young Master Ah Nian.

At that time, he only had one biscuit to eat every day. If he dared to say more, he was afraid that even this last bit of food would be taken away. Therefore, whether he was beaten, scolded, or wrongly accused, he didn't say a word. If he really couldn't stand it, he would only curl up in the woodshed in the dead of night and quietly cry for a while.

He didn't dare to make a sound. If he woke someone up, he would be beaten up again.

Mu Yanli asked, "Do you resent them?"

Mo Ran looked up with a sneer in his eyes. "… What else can I do?"

Mu Yanli said, "But you still followed her surname. You hated her so much, but didn't you ever think of changing it?"

Mo Ran said, "The surname Mo is the official surname of the Drunken Jade Building. Many of the servants who sell their bodies here use this as their surname. We all call Miss Mo 'godmother' or 'mother'. Everyone is like this, and I'm used to it. There's nothing to change."

"Did she treat each of you that badly?"

"… No." Mo Ran said, "It's just that she never liked me. Later on, when I released Xun Fengruo, she began to hate me even more."

"Then how badly did Miss Mo treat you?"

In fact, this was a very easy question to answer. Mo Ran had lived in this building for so many years, but he could only eat a piece of crescent meat on New Year's Eve, which was the half-eaten piece of fatty meat. Other than that, he could only eat a piece of crescent meat every day. He had to do the most heavy work, and if he was not careful, he would be whipped.

However, he didn't want to say anything more. He simply said, "I don't want to talk about this."

"Alright. It's fine. Then let's talk about something else. " Mu Yanli continued, "Because she treated you so badly, when she asked you about Mo Nian's whereabouts, did you lie? Do you already have your own plans in mind? "

Mo Ran said, "No."

How could he have dared to lie back then? His life, clothes, and food were all in the hands of the wet nurse. So when he heard the wet nurse's question, little Mo Ran was like a dog that had been beaten and scolded. He first shrank back and then quietly said, "Young master Nian went to a private school …"

Miss Mo knew her son the best. How could that be? That little fellow normally didn't like to study. He had most likely gone somewhere to play. But Mister Bao was still sitting next to her. She lightly coughed and nodded. "Ah, that child of mine is so serious and sensible. Mister, look, he went to another class."

Mister Bao smiled. "That's right. Being diligent and eager to learn is a good thing. How about this, I'll first write a letter to the Life and Death Supremacy. When the time comes, they'll naturally recognize each other. There's no rush. "

Miss Mo stood up and excitedly bowed. "Many thanks mister. In the future, I definitely won't forget mister's kindness. "

After Mister Bao left, Miss Mo sat there in a daze for a long time. She was endlessly lost in reverie and emotion. Sometimes she cried, sometimes she laughed.

After a long time of being in a daze, she noticed Mo Ran standing in the corner looking at her with some fear.

She probably saw something too similar to her own experience in Duan Yihan. Or perhaps it was because Mo Ran was so daring that he actually let go of her money tree. But no matter what the reason was, it was just like Mo Ran's memories. She didn't like this child, and her dislike was growing.

She glared at him. "What are you looking at?"

Little Mo Ran hurriedly lowered his long eyelashes. "I'm sorry."

"You're saying sorry, but in your heart, do you think it's ridiculous for me to cry and laugh like this?"

"… …"

Seeing that he didn't say anything and only obediently lowered his head, Miss Mo glanced back and forth at him. She disdainfully said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you. What do you know? You're just a traitor who doesn't know how to be grateful. "

Mo Ran had long been used to Mama calling him a dog, so he lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Miss Mo said, "Don't just stand there. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hit you. You go find Young Master Nian — don't worry, I know he's not at the private school — and bring him back. I have something important to tell him. Go quickly. "

Hearing that he was going to find Young Master Nian, Mo Ran subconsciously trembled. But in the end, he obediently nodded and whispered, "Yes, godmother."

"Don't call me godmother in the future." Miss Mo wrinkled her nose. "This Drunken Jade Building, I'll be there soon … Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. You go first."

That evening, according to Mama's instructions, Mo Ran anxiously looked for Young Master Nian in the vicinity of Drunken Jade Building.

He didn't know whether he wanted to find this person quickly or slowly. Because if he found him, he would undoubtedly be scolded by Young Master Nian for ruining his good mood. But if he didn't find him, when he returned, Miss Mo would also blame him in every way possible, dismissing him as useless.

His small figure walked helplessly under the setting sun.

At that time, Mo Ran didn't know that his fate was about to be reversed with that of Young Master Nian.

He searched one place at a time.

He went to all the places that Young Master Nian frequented — the river bank, the casino, the brothel, the cockfighting yard … and was then ridiculed and chased away.

Finally, he asked around and found out that Young Master Nian went to a mill on the outskirts of the city with a group of disreputable friends in the afternoon. It was said that he was carrying a huge sack.

Mo Ran didn't think too much about it and hurried to the mill.

That mill had long been abandoned and was surrounded by cemeteries. Usually, there was no one there. Mo Ran trotted all the way. Before he got close, he heard a commotion coming from inside the mill. A group of disheveled youths rushed out, led by Young Master Nian, who was tying his belt.

Mo Ran hurriedly said, "Young Master, Godmother is calling you back. She said —"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he found that the group of youths' faces were overflowing with a kind of fear of impending disaster. A few of them were so scared that they were crying, shrinking to the side and shivering.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. Years of being bullied and humiliated had made him develop a kind of vigilance. When he saw Young Master Nian's blood-red eyes staring at him, he immediately shuddered and turned to run.

Young Master Nian reacted extremely quickly and shouted, "Catch him!"

How could Mo Ran be a match for these children? In a few moves, he was pressed to the ground and twisted in front of Young Master Nian.

Someone said in a low voice, "What do we do, Ah Nian? We're in trouble."

"It's too late to escape. This kid saw us."

"Why don't we also …"

Mo Ran had no idea what they were talking about, but these young faces were ferocious and fierce. That was his first impression of the word "malicious spirit".

Young Master Nian narrowed his eyes. He was the calmest and gloomiest of these people.

He thought for a moment and said, "Don't kill him."

Mo Ran raised his head in horror.

Kill?

These people had beaten him, scolded him, and humiliated him before, but he had never thought that the word "kill" could come from the mouths of a group of fourteen or fifteen year old youths.

For a moment, he was at a loss and couldn't even react.

Young Master Nian said, "Lock him in the mill."

"… …" The surrounding group of people looked at each other in dismay. Then, a youth with a protruding mouth and monkey cheeks was the first to react. His eyes were shining, his nose was still flowing with thick snot, and his face was flushed red. He said in a shrill voice, "Good, good! Good idea! "

One after another, people understood. "Ah! So that's what he meant! Ah Nian is still the best! "

These people originally stared at Mo Ran as if they were staring at a mortal enemy with a blood feud. But now, their eyes fell on him like a pack of starving wolves staring at a fat lamb.

Mo Ran was pushed into the mill without any explanation.

He first hammered on the door and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked. There were no windows in the mill, only ragged sunlight seeping in through the cracks of the broken wooden boards.

Mo Ran shouted, "Let me out! Let me out! "

Someone outside shouted, "Go and report it to the authorities! Quickly report it to the authorities! "

"Quick, quick! We'll watch from here. If you're fast enough, go and report it to the authorities! "

Mo Ran shouted for a while and hammered on the door for a while, but found that it wouldn't open no matter how he shouted or hammered, so he gave up. He turned around in a daze and saw another person lying in the room with the help of the dusky rays of light.

It was a girl.

She looked familiar. Later, he remembered that she was the daughter of the tofu seller on East Street. Young Master Nian had been pestering her all this time.

This girl's clothes had been torn to shreds, and her young and naked body was lying alone on the ground. Her hands and feet were spread out, and her body was mottled with bruises. Her private parts were even more in a mess …

She had been humiliated to death by this group of animals. When she died, her eyes were still wide open, the tears on her cheeks had not dried, and her eyes were empty and lifeless. She stared in the direction of Mo Ran, staring at the door.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly screamed. His back hit the door with a bang, and his pupils shrank. He finally understood what those people outside had done and what they were going to do.

It turned out that Young Master Nian had repeatedly tried to be nice to the girl, but she was rejected, so he had evil intentions. He knew that the girl was a soft persimmon, and that her family had no background, so she was easy to bully. So he and a few of his companions brought her to the mill and took turns to sully her. The girl's body was weak, and that group of bastards was very rough. In the end, the girl died halfway.

Mo Ran murmured, "No … no!!" He turned around and began to madly pound on the door. "Open the door! Open the door! Not me! Open the door! "

As if hearing his pleas, the door of the mill suddenly opened.

Mo Ran wanted to rush out, but his hands were violently held down by the group of teenagers.

The leader was Young Master Nian. He was vicious and merciless. "I almost forgot. Make it look more realistic."

He then ordered his companions to strip off Mo Ran's clothes. Then he smeared some blood and mucus on the girl's body and smeared it on Mo Ran's body.

During this process, Mo Ran kept crying and struggling, but the group of teenagers was too strong. Their desire to live suppressed everything. Their eyes flashed with a beast-like light. Whether it was the child's pleas or complaints, they all turned a deaf ear. One of them even raised his hand to slap Mo Ran several times after being bitten by him. He fiercely said, "Shut the f * ck up. You're a murderer! A rapist! With so many people as witnesses, how can you still say it clearly?! "

"No … it wasn't me! It wasn't me … "

But no matter how much he resisted, what could he do? They scratched his body until it was black and blue. They threw him into the mill and locked him naked with the dead girl. Then they called the thief and reported it to the government.

Mo Ran couldn't defend himself. In the government office, he was severely punished with 30 strikes. His skin was lacerated and his flesh was badly mutilated. Then he was sent to prison to wait for the final sentence.

The prisoners in the same cell all ridiculed and cursed him. Several of the prisoners with daughters heard about his behavior and couldn't help but beat him. Some even wanted to rape him. But the prison head didn't want the matter to become bigger, so they stopped.

Mrs. Mo came that night. She already knew the whole story. She was angry at her son for not living up to her expectations.

But so what?

As a mother, she would always protect her child.

She was afraid that when the trial began, the officials would investigate impartially. If they found out that her Mo Yi was the culprit, how could she and her son leap onto the branch and become phoenixes? Mr. Bao's letter had already been sent out. The peak of life and death would send people to pick them up. She had waited for so many years that her hair had turned white.

Whether it was glory or status, she and her child deserved it.

She didn't allow any mistakes.

That was why she had rushed all the way here and bribed the jailer and the officials with money, begging them to turn a blind eye and put all the blame on Mo Ran.

But probably because of her conscience, after Mrs. Mo finished bribing, she came to the prison to see Mo Ran. She also brought a bowl of red braised pork for Mo Ran.

"There's no poison. I won't poison you."

Mo Ran shrank in the corner and looked at her. His pair of dark purple eyes flashed with fatigue, helplessness, grief and pain. It was the kind of expression a person would have when they were about to be slaughtered.

Fear and sadness.

But there was also a taming after despair.

All of a sudden, Mrs. Mo felt her heart tremble a little.

She was shocked and afraid of her own emotions. She suddenly got up and lowered her voice. She hardened her heart and said, "Anyway, you are a child without parents. Although you are pitiful, no one will be sad if you die. I have raised you for so many years. It's time for you to repay my kindness. "

"…" Mo Ran didn't say anything. He didn't say yes or no.

Mrs. Mo gritted her teeth and said, "This bowl of red braised pork is my farewell gift to you. If you eat it, don't blame me in the underworld … I have no choice."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Mo Ran had never eaten red braised pork in his life.

Now, there was a bowl in front of him. He stared at it for a while but didn't eat it. He turned the bowl upside down on the ground. The gravy flowed out. He stared at it for a while. Thinking about the blood flowing under the girl's body, he suddenly felt unspeakable nausea. He turned around and vomited violently.

He couldn't vomit anything.

He was a person who only ate one cake a day.

The cake had already been digested. What he vomited was only acidic water.

That night, he couldn't sleep. The blood all over his body formed a shell. The blood shell gradually became brittle and hard. When touched, it fell to the ground like rust powder.

He didn't talk to the other prisoners in the cell. No one knew what he was thinking. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

He curled up alone. Slowly, he figured out a lot of things.

In that dark and dirty cell, in that cell filled with sour smell and the aroma of red braised pork, the honest Mo Ran died. The one who came back to life was the Emperor Ta, who made the whole world of cultivators tremble in fear — his original appearance.

Later on, the monstrous hatred born from the Eight Bitter Everlasting Regret Flower was the result of this.