Mo Hei Shen Zai's Conquest

Mo Hei Shen Zai spoke, his voice filled with a chilling aura.

He had indeed abandoned countless lives for survival, including that of the respected Elder.

But at this moment, facing Jia Meng's overwhelming power, the rage in his heart burned anew.

"The only thing I need from you is your height. If you're unwilling, I'll just kill you now. I'll turn your body into a puppet, and it'll be no different for me."

Jia Meng's eyes flickered as he spoke, his words conveying to Mo Hei Shen Zai that he had the confidence to defeat him.

Mo Hei Shen Zai clenched his fist, his heart churning with unwillingness.

However, at that moment, Jia Meng let out another forceful roar.

"Didn't your last wish say you couldn't let go of your son? I won't let you go either. Your hands have also stained the blood of many people."

Jia Meng waved his hand, and a surge of Mo Hei Shen Zai's deepest hatred erupted.

He recalled his own son, whom he no longer cared about.

It was only at this moment that he realized the hatred he had buried deep in his heart.

He never thought that what he couldn't let go of was not the hatred for the enemy, but his own son from his childhood.

Jia Meng looked at Mo Hei Shen Zai, who was silent, and knew he had understood his words.

"I hope you understand clearly. It was for the respected Elder that your son fought a desperate battle with me. And you still have a daughter, right? It's said that daughters are like fathers, and sons are like mothers. It's not necessarily a good thing to provoke them."

His voice was filled with a calm tone, as if waiting for Mo Hei Shen Zai's final decision.

Mo Hei Shen Zai stood rooted to the spot, contemplating the situation.

His eyes darted around in the darkness, and Jia Meng's smugness was evident.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, choosing silence over response.

He knew that he no longer had a choice. He could only accept Jia Meng's proposal, for the sake of his son and daughter's well-being, to live on.

Jia Meng stood in front of Mo Hei Shen Zai, his eyes revealing a deep self-confidence, as if everything was within his grasp.

"Look at me. I've already become a friend. I'll let you live, but you have to hand over the evidence."

Jia Meng spoke with a smile, and then raised his hand, pointing a finger, and a faint light appeared.

Only to see a stream of light gathering in his hand, and then turning into a flesh puppet with a face exactly like the sky. Jia Meng was truly shocked.

Mo Hei Shen Zai looked at this scene, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable shock.

He had never seen such a shocking scene before. It could actually create a human puppet out of thin air.

At this moment, he once again deeply felt Jia Meng's immense and unfathomable power.

He knelt on the ground, his mind in turmoil.

Mo Hei Shen Zai understood that Jia Meng's expression was not just to force him to hand over the evidence, but also an expression of emotion, a promise of friendship, and a vow of brotherhood.

Mo Hei Shen Zai knew that he no longer had a choice.

He got on the spaceship, wanting to pay the price of his life to go down.

However, at this moment, he no longer cared. He wanted to see his children grow up and become the pillars of the nation.

He looked at Jia Meng, his eyes flashing with a complex emotion, a mixture of gratitude and regret.

"No matter who you are going to deal with, you can consider him unlucky."

Mo Hei Shen Zai left these words and walked towards the door, with the "Heavenly Puppet Master" that Jia Meng had created on his shoulder.

Before leaving, he looked back at Jia Meng again, his eyes flashing with a complex look.

He knew that he and Jia Meng had already established a deep relationship, a relationship of mutual trust and reliance.

He had always been afraid of the eyes of others, but in this world of power and status, he could find a true friend, or perhaps a moment of happiness.

With Mo Hei Shen Zai's back disappearing at the door, the underground chamber returned to silence.

As Mo Hei Shen Zai's figure faded into the starlight outside the vast and magnificent building, Jia Meng slowly turned around and stepped into the main hall, which was dark and deep.

In the main hall, the tall chandeliers cast shadows on the ancient walls. The dim light shone on the stone floor, adding a touch of elegance and mystery to the spacious room.

Xia Bu and the others were discussing something.

At this moment, an inexplicable sense of space permeated the air, like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, breaking the silence of the room.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the flickering light. It was Wu Xing Mo, whose arrival had brought a new level of shock to Jia Meng. In an instant, the entire hall was filled with his brilliance.

Wu Xing Mo's figure was particularly eye-catching in the dim light. He raised his hand and waved, as if he had stepped out of an ancient god, exuding an extraordinary and incomparable aura.

His eyes flickered in the dim light, filled with the joy of witnessing a new miracle, and also with the pride of achieving success through his own efforts.

With those eyes, Jia Meng could see the essence of the world's creatures, and the wisdom hidden in the depths of his soul.

"Hmph, you're finally here, aren't you? That's what you should be doing."

Wu Xing Mo's heart was heavy, and every word seemed to be spoken from the depths of his heart, carrying an irresistible force.

Xia Bu raised his head, a complex look flashing in his eyes, and then said, "I'm here, I'm here. I'm coming to you. What are you looking for?"

"I'm asking if others are okay. You should look at yourself first. How can you be covered in blood, as if you've been torn apart by a beast?"

As he spoke, the words in Wu Xing Mo's heart became more and more agitated, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of worry.

She stood in the wind, her face pale, her eyes filled with both arrogance and disdain.

Yu Ren lowered her head and looked at the clothes she had just changed into. She couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, I've grown a bit of a temper. But it's all passed now. I'm just feeling sorry for myself... I really want to find someone to drink with and forget about this energy."

"Don't look for me. I've already been replaced by that scumbag, the one they call 'Nightmare'. He's already let go of his restraints and is gone."

Jia Meng walked out, his heart calm and steady. His figure was shrouded in the dim moonlight, making him appear even more mysterious.

"Hah? Since you've been replaced, why don't you accompany me for a drink? Let's see how I treat you today."

Yu Ren's gaze suddenly fixed on Jia Meng, and a hint of playful teasing flashed in her eyes.

Jia Meng shook his head helplessly, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"You don't even look at where you are. Besides, I've been traveling for days. I just want to find a quiet place to rest and recover. I don't have the energy to accompany you to find some damned ghost."

With a sigh, he patted the dirt off his body, his eyes clearly conveying, "I don't want to deal with your nonsense."