Confrontation
The Qian Family Ancestor spoke eloquently.
Mo Hua listened in shock. He felt that it made some sense, yet also that something was off. For a moment, he was thoroughly confused.
Then something struck him as strange.
The deeper one's schemes, the fewer one's words.
The Qian Family Ancestor should not have been a talkative man. Why had he been talking to himself for so long?
And even now, the Qian Family Ancestor was the only one chattering away. That Qian Hong seemed not to have said a single word?
How strange...
Mo Hua poked out his little head again and secretly glanced over. This time, he looked longer and more carefully. When he finished, his pupils contracted in shock.
That Qian Hong had his eyes shut, his face deathly pale.
Blood-red array patterns had been drawn over his chest. The blood throughout his body seemed to be flowing along those patterns, gathering toward his heart meridians.
Qian Hong turned his head and saw Mo Hua, whose expression was somewhat tense but whose gaze was resolute.
Mo Hua jumped in fright.
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat. Pretending not to understand, he said, "No!"
Mo Hua frowned.
Someone was probing him with Divine Consciousness.
The pig demon lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly showing signs of life. Yet through its flesh, its chest could be seen faintly glowing red, as though a heart within it were trembling in an evil, frenzied rhythm.
Mo Hua's thoughts had been exposed. Panic rose in his heart, but outwardly, he forced himself to remain calm.
That Qian Hong was already dead!
If Qian Hong flew into a rage and tried to kill him, he would turn and run. The pursuing Qian Hong would crash into the first-grade Earth Fire Compound Array.
"This person—I