On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2133 Mr. Mo's Rage

Moonlight shone on Mr. Mo, and his shadow twisted and swayed with the movement of his whip, like a hideous demon.

He stopped moving when his arm ached and his strength was gradually exhausted, and threw the ebony whip hard to the ground.

The child lay on the ground, his clothes on the back torn and bleeding from the whip.

Mr. Mo leaned against a bamboo branch, panting. His anger had subsided slightly, but the frustration in his heart remained undiminished.

He looked up at the full moon in the sky; the moonlight was cold and clear, unable to penetrate the gloom in his eyes.

"Who exactly..." he muttered to himself, his voice low and menacing, "daring to ruin my plans?"

His brows furrowed, his thoughts racing: "Rongzhou is heavily guarded; ordinary people can't even get close to the divine beast's hiding place, unless it's... Huo Changhe?"

Upon hearing the name, he paused, then shook his head: "Impossible. Huo Changhe is in Youcheng, how could he easily go to Rongzhou?"

But apart from Huo Changhe, he couldn't think of anyone else who had the ability to oppose him.

After pondering for a while, his eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Someone come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure emerged from the shadows of the courtyard wall, knelt on one knee, and said in a respectful but emotionless voice, "Your subordinate is here."

"Immediately issue my order to send two capable men to Youcheng overnight."

"Your subordinate obeys," the guard replied.

"Go and find out whether Huo Changhe is still in Youcheng."

Mr. Mo walked slowly to the guard, looking down at him with a fierce glint in his eyes: "If he is still alive, there is no need to do anything more. Just send the message back."

The guard looked up and met Mr. Mo's gaze. He felt a chill run down his spine and asked in a low voice, "What if... we're not in Youcheng?"

"Not here?" Mr. Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone sinister. "Then let Youcheng pay the price!"

"Understood, sir." The guard bowed deeply. "I will make the arrangements immediately."

The shadowy figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Mr. Mo took a few deep breaths, still not satisfied, and turned back into the house.

Someone had already cleaned up the medicine stove and pot, but the smell of medicine hadn't dissipated. The smell made the irritation he had managed to suppress surge up again.

Many things right now are like this medicine, all efforts were in vain!

This time, he is determined to win.

He pondered for a while, then ordered, "Send a message to Number Nine, and tell him to come see me."

"Yes."

The night was as dark as ink, spilling deep into the bamboo forest outside Rongzhou City.

Number Nine walked to the ebony gate, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door knocker three times.

The door hinges turned silently, and there was no barking from the dogs in the courtyard. He stepped inside, passed through the courtyard, and warm yellow light shone through the paper windows of the main house. The aroma of tea mixed with sandalwood wafted out from the half-open door, clear and refreshing with a touch of melancholy.

"Come in." Mr. Mo's voice came from inside the room, flat and emotionless.

Number Nine pushed open the door and entered. Mr. Mo was sitting behind the desk, his fingertips caressing the teacup, his gaze fixed on the tea leaves floating in the cup.

Number Nine stood with his hands at his sides in front of the desk, saying nothing and waiting quietly.

Mr. Mo raised his eyes and got straight to the point: "Something went wrong in Rongzhou; the divine beast is dead."

With a "buzz," Number Nine felt as if something had hit his ear, and the blood in his body seemed to slow down.

His eyes narrowed slightly, the candlelight on the table reflected in his pupils, flickering twice, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

died?

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end he only uttered three words: "How could this be?"

Mr. Mo did not answer directly, but picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Number Nine.

Number Nine picked up the teacup, and only when his fingertips touched the cool cup did he realize that his palms were already a little damp.

He had no interest in sipping his tea, taking only a small sip before setting it down, his gaze fixed intently on Mr. Mo: "Sir, has the cause of the divine beast's death been determined? Was it an accident, or...?"

"Don't you also think this was Huo Changhe's doing?"

Mr. Mo interrupted him, looked up, and his eyes held a hint of probing.

Number Nine was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head: "But he's in Youcheng. A few days ago we received intelligence that he had been handling affairs in Youcheng and hadn't left even for a moment."

The distance between Youcheng and Rongzhou is hundreds of miles. Even if he possessed extraordinary abilities, it would be impossible for him to sneak into the barrier undetected and kill the divine beast.

Mr. Mo picked up his teacup and took a small sip: "I also think it's unlikely."

"Who could it be?" Number Nine frowned, his tone filled with confusion. "Besides him, who else in the world has such ability?"

Mr. Mo put down his teacup, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and pondered in his mind.

“That’s why I find this strange.” His gaze darkened. “I’ve already sent men to Youcheng to investigate overnight, but before that, you need to be prepared.”

Number Nine's expression hardened, and his aura instantly tightened: "What preparations?"

Mr. Mo looked up at him, a half-smile curving his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "If the final clue still points to Huo Changhe, then you'll have to bring out your secret weapon."

With a "boom," Number Nine felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind.

He unconsciously straightened up, his expression astonished, his eyes filled with disbelief: "But, sir, didn't you say that it should never be used unless absolutely necessary?"

Mr. Mo's expression suddenly changed, his previous indifference vanished without a trace, replaced by a chilling aura.

"If it really was Huo Changhe who killed my divine beast, then it was a last resort!"

The air inside the room seemed to freeze, and even the smoke from the sandalwood incense seemed to be forced to stop by this powerful aura.

"The divine beast is not only the culmination of my efforts, but also the key to maintaining the earth's energy in Rongzhou. You know how much I will lose if it dies."

If Huo Changhe really dares to do that, then don't blame me for using every means to retaliate!

Number Nine wanted to say something, but his lips moved as he was interrupted by Mr. Mo raising his hand.

"No need for further words," Mr. Mo said resolutely. "Go back now and await my news at any time."

Remember, once I give the order, you must act immediately without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at Mr. Mo's somber face, Number Nine knew that further persuasion would be useless.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and slowly bowed: "Yes, sir."

Stepping out of the ebony gate, the night was still deep. The wind in the bamboo forest carried a chill, blowing on his face and clearing his muddled mind somewhat.

He stopped and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and the world was pitch black. Only the occasional cry of a night bird could be heard in the distance, making it seem particularly lonely.

Only then did he realize that his palms were covered in sweat.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, and the coolness of his fingertips made him shiver.

"Was what I did right or wrong?"