The mourning hall was naturally bright. Yang Muyu asked all the people who were responsible for keeping the night to wait outside the spiritual platform, leaving only him and Mo Qing in the mourning hall.

"Dad, you come out too!" Yang Muyu shouted to the void. He knew that Yang Chen would be following him all the time.

The water flashed, and Yang Chen appeared beside him like a ghost. Yang Muyu's heart moved and couldn't help asking, "Did you teach the ghost servant's invisibility technique?"

Yang Chen nodded and smiled. The ghost servant and the immortal slave were originally his confidants, so the invisibility technique was naturally taught by him. There are so many secret invisibility techniques in each sect, but his ones are a bit special. Even if he deliberately invisible, Mo Qing could not even find it. However, when he went to find Yang Muyu last time, Yang Tie saw through it. Although he did not pursue the matter after this, he was still unhappy.

A martial artist who has practiced to the level of his level has easily broken his unique secret skills, and he always has a bit of a problem in his heart.

"I heard that the ghost servant's invisibility technique was once broken by you?" Yang Chen asked with a smile.

It’s okay for Yang Tie, who is also a ninth-grade martial artist, but although the Ghost servant’s cultivation is not very high and his invisibility skills are even more so, Yang Muyu didn’t even know spiritual power cultivation at that time, so how could he easily see through the Ghost servant’s invisibility secret skills?

"He has a smell of medicine. You know, I am sensitive to medicine!" Yang Muyu smiled. In fact, it was not him who discovered the ghost servant, but the old man Yaoer with round ears. However, the old man Yaoer didn't know what happened recently. He hid in his pocket every day, no matter how he tossed. It just didn't want to move.

Yang Muyu almost thought it was sick, so he waited until midnight and pulled it out to ask. But Yao'er glared at him with a big red eye and said stinkingly: "Your father is too perverted, I'm afraid he'll be roasted and eaten. It's better to hide."

Yang Muyu worked for a long time before he realized that the rabbit man was very afraid of Yang Chen, and shrank his pocket and said nothing and refused to come out.

"So that's how it is!" Yang Chen nodded.

"Well, dad - you are leaving in three days. Take that immortal slave with you, and leave it to me!" Yang Muyu suddenly smiled, "I called you Daddy for so many years. You didn't give me anything. Now you ask for someone from you, aren't you stingy?"

"He has no right to say no, Mu Yu!" Mo Qing smiled docilely, "The ghost servant and the immortal slave are both my natives. I don't want to give it to him, and he can't even take the immortal slave away."

Yang Chen smiled indifferently and said, "I don't want either the ghost servant or the immortal slave. I'm just serving him openly, but it's just a secret surveillance. It's nothing to go to Yaochi, it doesn't matter to take the immortal slave, but to go to an extremely cold place like the North Pole, the immortal slave can't hold on. Besides, in recent years, except for Yang Muyu, he has become accustomed to loneliness and does not want to bring someone around to burden him.

"It's up to you!" Mo Qing said, and while speaking, the three of them wandered around the golden nanmu coffin at the same time. Although Emperor Jin was wearing Old Master Mo's body, the coffin was not sealed. It was thought that it was for Mo Qing to come back. You can look at Old Master Mo's face again.

Yang Chen nodded to Mo Qing and signaled Mo Qing to take action. Yang Muyu folded his hands together and whispered in front of the coffin: "Grandpa, please forgive me. Grandpa, my grandson has never seen you yet. You are really good at not being able to love my grandson and become an immortal. My grandson just wants to see you, so don't bother me."

Yang Chen was so angry that he kicked him in a serious manner when he heard him, and scolded: "You unlucky child..."

"Stop messing around!" Mo Qing said with a calm face, "This is the old man's mourning hall."

Yang Chen and Yang Muyu both held their breath and did not dare to joke anymore. Mo Qing slowly pushed the lid of the coffin away. Yang Muyu was extremely curious and hurriedly came over.

An old man about fifty years old, smiling, lay quietly in the coffin, wearing a golden imperial garment with a golden dragon cloud pattern, and a golden crown on his head. He looked elegant and luxurious. He was Mr. Mo.

He knew that most martial artists had the skills to keep their eyes open. He looked to Yang Chen and Mo Qing looked about thirty on the surface, but his actual age was definitely more than that. Now the old man in the coffin should be at least 100 years old, but he looked very young. Mo Qing and Yang Chen were both sad when they saw the body of Mr. Mo.

Yang Muyu suddenly put his feet on his feet and reached out to touch the coffin.

Mo Qing was shocked. He knew that Yang Muyu had always been bold and reckless, fearing that he would touch Mr. Mo's body, so he hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Yu, don't mess around, he is your grandfather."

Yang Muyu nodded and said, "My father, it is because he is my grandfather that I can touch it. Don't worry, I will never hurt the old man's body."

Yang Chen felt suspicious and frowned and asked, "Yu, is there something wrong with it?"

"I don't know!" Yang Muyu said, cushioning his feet again and reaching out to touch Mr. Mo's body.

"Yu, you can't hurt the old man's body!" Mo Qing warned again. It was already a great disrespect to open the coffin again. Now if he was making Yang Muyu mess around, he would not be able to tolerate it even if he was pampering.

The coffin was relatively deep, and Yang Muyu could only barely reach it, but it was very inconvenient to move. He immediately turned around and wanted to find a bench to cushion the foot. Mo Qing looked helpless and hugged him immediately, and instructed again: "Can't move."

"I know!" Yang Muyu promised repeatedly that he almost started from the face of Mr. Mo, and touched it little by little until his ankle. After touching it, he took a stick of incense.

"Are you okay?" Mo Qing asked with a frown.

"No—" Yang Muyu shook his head and said, "You have never hugged me since you were a child. It's rare to hug me once. Don't be so impatient!"

Mo Qing smiled bitterly. What nonsense is this, he will hurt his heart with the past, and then threaten him to do whatever he wants. This time, Yang Muyu did not touch it from the beginning as before, but just touched the chest, abdomen, and a waist vein. He touched it for about a stick of incense. Even Yang Chen couldn't see it and frowned and said, "You don't have special hobbies, do you?"

"Shut up!" Yang Muyu said angrily. He endured the disgust and touched the dead person. He was even sarcastic?

"Let me down!" Yang Muyu said to Mo Qing.

"Okay?" Mo Qing spoke while letting go of his hand. Yang Muyu thrust his coffin and fell to the ground as if he was exhausted. Yang Chen and Mo Qing then realized that he was sweating all over his head, his fingers were trembling constantly, and his face was pale as paper...

"Yu, what's wrong with you... don't scare me..." Mo Qing was immediately anxious and reached out and tugged at Yang Muyu's pulse.

"I'm fine..." Yang Muyu gasped in a low voice, "The old man didn't die after the tribulation...he...he was killed."

"Yu, what did you say?" Yang Chen asked in shock.

"Stop the sound waves, don't let people hear us talking." Yang Muyu whispered.

In fact, it is not necessary for him to say that Yang Chen had already blocked the sound wave spread. After all, he didn't want anyone to know his existence, nor did anyone want anyone to know what their three direct descendants of the Mo family are doing now.

"Yu, you can't say this nonsense!" Mo Qing warned. He was not angry with Yang Muyu, but the news was too shocked.

Yang Muyu took a deep breath and whispered: "I don't want this either, I just feel that the old man died a little strangely, no... it should be said that he died at the wrong time, so I just had the Star Medicine technique to penetrate the body and checked the old man's body."

Mo Qing repeatedly warned him not to move the old man's body, so that the silver needle he had originally held in his hand did not dare to move, and could only use the Star Medicine technique to penetrate the body to investigate, but this thing was really tiring. Moreover, the old man had passed away for half a month and his tendons and veins had long solidified. If it were an ordinary method, it would naturally be impossible to penetrate the body to investigate. I don't know who was studying and inventing the Star Medicine technique. It is really a unique science.

Yang Muyu is extremely smart and has had to practice since childhood. His progress has been much higher than that of Mo Qing and Yang Chen. Even so, he was still so tired that he almost exhausted.

If it were someone else, he would have gone down a few silver needles, so he would not have used this.

"The old man was first poisoned, and then he was shattered all tendons and veins at close range by someone using heavy techniques and died." Yang Muyu whispered.

"Poisoning... This is impossible." Mo Qing denied completely that Mr. Mo is a ninth-grade martial artist. It is really hard to find poisons that can work against him in this world. Moreover, he is also a master of star medicine, so how could he be easily poisoned?

Moreover, after Mr. Mo passed away, his face was vivid and didn't look like he was poisoned at all.

Yang Muyu knew that he didn't believe it, so he took out a silver needle and handed it to him, "Puncture the silver needle into the old man's chest or waist vein. If the silver needle does not change color, I will kowtow to you!"

"You are my son, so it's natural to kowtow to me." Mo Qing shook his head and didn't take the silver needle in his hand, but he still didn't believe it. How could anyone silently kill a ninth-grade martial artist? He would rather believe that the old man was a mortal and died than that he would never believe that the old man was killed.

If someone can kill Mr. Mo in Qingyao City, doesn’t that mean that he can kill anyone in Qingyao City? This is too terrifying.

"Qing-Qing... Look!" Yang Chen, who had not spoken, suddenly exclaimed, even his voice trembling slightly.

Mo Qing had been paying attention to Yang Muyu just now, but he ignored Yang Chen. He suddenly turned around and saw Yang Chen staring at the coffin as if he was seeing a ghost.
Chapter completed!