The location where Wei Qiyuan met Mo Yu was behind an official office.

Ling'er tried to grab Mo Yu's hand, but her hand was too small to hold it, so she had to hold Mo Yu's little finger tightly.

"Brother Qin, here is a possible list of possible investigations based on the account book and some foundation materials. Most of them are aristocratic families in Chang'an, and I lack decisive evidence."

Wei Qiyuan looked at the documents in his hand and explained softly.

To be honest, even though I had an estimate of Weiqiyuan's intelligence capabilities, Weiqiyuan's efficiency was still shocking. It was only been an afternoon.

"It's okay, they'll tell me,"

Mo Yu took the document from Wei Qiyuan and looked at Wei Qiyuan calmly. Then he pulled Ling'er in front of him, "Have you found this child's parents?"

"There has been a report from Nancheng. The missing child described is very similar to the child. I have contacted the reporter from there to come to my office. They said that they will come here later tonight."

Weiqiyuan answered.

"Yeah," Mo Yu nodded, thought for a while, then he squatted down and touched Ling'er's little head, "I'll do some of my own things later,"

He pointed to Wei Qiyuan, "This big brother has contacted your parents. Can Ling'er come with this big brother to wait for his parents to come later? If the brother has time to finish his work later, come to find change."

Ling'er took off the lace hat on her head, and looked at Mo Yu quietly with clear eyes as clear as water, as if she wanted to carve Mo Yu's appearance into her mind. After a while, she nodded obediently.

"good."

Then she let go of the hand that tightly held Mo Yu's little finger and walked to Wei Qiyuan.

Seeing that Ling'er was willing to cooperate, Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief. If this little guy insisted on dragging him beside him, he would not be able to deal with it.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Mo Yu nodded to Wei Qiyuan and his figure disappeared from the spot.

He can still trust Wei Qiyuan's character.

——

"master!"

With a shout, the door was pushed open from far to near.

The old man holding a tea bowl and talking to the guest was smiling and looked at the servant who broke in,

"Who asked you to come in? Didn't you see Mr. Ji and I chatting?"

"master."

The servant hurriedly walked closer, leaned in the old man's ear and whispered a few times.

"Nonsense," the old man scolded, "How can Zhang, Qian, Liu's families be compared with our Lin family? You can go out first."

"yes."

The servant responded, bowed and retreated, and brought it to the door.

"What happened to Mr. Lin?"

Called Mr. Ji, the man in Taoist robe with a long sword on the old man's right hand, holding a tea bowl, took a sip of tea slowly and asked with a smile.

"Hahaha," the old man laughed, "It's not a big deal. It's just that the heads and some backbones who worked with us for business have just disappeared strangely, and the family members are missing everywhere, so my servants make a fuss and think something strange has happened."

"Oh," Mr. Ji's tone slightly raised, "There are many things that can make people disappear out of thin air in the extraordinary world. One or two may be normal. If many people are together, it may be a strange thing."

"Those families are just second- and third-rate small families. There are not even legendary worships in the family. How can we ask for a support from Mr. Ji's offerings like Mr. Ji? The so-called "strange things" are just small things in the hands of Mr. Ji."

The old man laughed softly and said, Mr. Ji is a legendary strongman worshipped by the Lin family, and he is one of the stronger ones among the legends.

"This so-called strange thing is just a small thing, but it can be cooked simply," Mr. Ji took a sip of tea, smiling, "But I am a little interested in what Mr. Lin said, which can attract such small business."

"Hahaha," the old man laughed, "It's all small businesses, I believe Mr. Ji won't be interested, and it's better to be at ease in the offerings given by the Lin family every year."

"Mr. Lin doesn't say in detail, how do you know I'm not interested?"

Mr. Ji said calmly.

"Then I will talk to Mr. Ji in detail,"

The old man's face was slightly dark, and then he quickly smiled, "Does Mr. Ji know about the 'skinny horse'?"

"Of course," Mr. Ji slowly placed the tea bowl on the coffee table beside him, "I didn't expect that such a big business was actually Mr. Lin's business. I think the Lin family has made a lot of money from it."

"Mr. Ji's words are not bad. This is not a big business. It will cost a lot to deal with the upper and lower levels and clear the left and right. In fact, my Lin family is not able to make ends meet and cannot continue to do this business."

The old man looked embarrassed and shook his head and sighed.

"eleven."

Mr. Ji suddenly said.

The old man's face froze.

"In the future, I will get one out of ten of the property that the Lin family earns from this. I will also supply three to five best 'skinny horses' every year. I will choose it myself." Mr. Ji picked up the tea bowl again and blew the heat. "Mr. Lin, I heard that the 'ghost A San' you hired also died at the scene and was beheaded by someone with a sword. This 'strange thing' is not a 'small thing'."

After saying that, he sighed on his own, "Mr. Lin, although the money is good, you need to enjoy it with blessings."

Hearing this, the old man's hand holding the tea bowl trembled for a moment, and finally seemed to have made up his mind to suffer the consequences when he was constantly in trouble.

"Then according to what Mr. Ji said," he looked at Mr. Ji, "Is it just that Mr. Ji is sure to kill that person?"

"'Ghost A San', but the mountains and wilderness are all over the world, and I can only kill him with one sword. Although that little girl has some skills, she is not just a lie," Mr. Ji chuckled, "Unless the East Asian Councillor comes in person, I will take that little girl's head like taking something out of my pocket."

"Mr. Ji is quite confident."

A chuckle came from the corner.

"I have been traversing the eastern land for hundreds of years and are naturally confident."

As Mr. Ji started to speak, the tea bowl in his hand quickly threw out like a phantom and flew towards the corner where he was making a sound.

However, as he threw out the tea bowl, a silver light flashed by and arrived in an instant.

Mr. Ji subconsciously drew his sword to resist, but the silver light slashed on his long sword, like a sharp sword cutting through a bamboo strip. In an instant, the sword body was cut to his throat, and then a flash of light flashed.

Accompanied by the splash of blood, Mr. Ji also drew an arc from the air with an incredible look, and fell into the arms of the old man holding a tea bowl.

Mr. Lin lowered his head and looked at Mr. Ji's wide eyes.

Ding Ding Dangdang—

As the hands trembled violently, hot tea mixed with blood spilled out of the tea bowl, and the ceramic bowl cover trembled and made a tingling sound.

【Congratulations on obtaining the Platinum Spell Card: Hua Guangsai】

Mo Yu removed the Daoyun attached to the sword and stared at the trembling Mr. Lin.

"Don't kill me! I can give you whatever you want, money, power, women, and endless glory and wealth."

Mr. Lin said tremblingly.

Mo Yu's face was calm and he walked towards him step by step.

"No! No! No!"

A red sword light flashed by, and a raging flames filled the old man's entire body.

Mo Yu put away Gan Jiang's sword and pushed open the door.

He has to go to the next place.

——

Meng Family

After passing through a number of corridors and several gardens with blooming flowers, after finding a few friendly servants to ask for directions, Mo Yu finally arrived at Meng Leyan's room.

Mo Yu has always had an idea. If it was twenty years ago, then would history change when he killed Meng Leyan at this point in time?

He slowly pushed open the door, and the intention was to enter was silence.

The room was quiet and tidy, and no one was resting inside.

"If you are looking for my adoptive father," a gentle voice suddenly rang behind Mo Yu, "I'm sorry, he is not at home today. He was taken by my great-grandfather to do legendary breakthrough training. He probably won't come back in a short time. As for where they went, I don't know."

Mo Yu recognized this gentle voice, and he turned around and stared at the young man standing at the door with a smile and squinted eyes.

"Can I ask a question?" Meng Zongfan took out two banknotes, one in one hand, "These two banknotes that are exactly the same, even the numbers are at a glance. Is one of them the ones you paid at the fried chicken shop today? Is this your special ability?"

He smiled, "Sorry, I just want to meet some strong people and try to learn something new. I have no malicious intentions towards you, please allow me to introduce myself..."

"Meng Zongfan."

Mo Yu said calmly.

"Ah, you know me, that's better."

Meng Zongfan smiled faintly, put away two paper money.

"If you want to kill your father, do me a favor."

Mo Yu suddenly said.

"Ah?" Meng Zongfan opened his eyes a little widened and looked at Mo Yu, "Please say it."

"Help me kill and cut off the business about the 'skinny horse'," Mo Yu raised his foot and walked out of the house. "In twenty years, you will naturally get a chance to kill your father."
To be continued...