Taking the children out was not Mohist's goal. It would even greatly increase the difficulty of clearing the scenario.
Those old bastards with no conscience could do anything to extend their lives.
The richer they were, the more afraid they were of death. Even if they knew that their high Morality would earn them a decent start after death, who could guarantee that their next life would go smoothly?
Someone had maxed out their Morality, yet hadn't they still ended up with a disastrous start in some remote backwater?
If they could live longer, they could rake in more money, run more businesses, make more arrangements, and then have an easier next life.
So even if it meant killing more people, they would find their donors.
If they agreed to the Corpse Collector's request, their enemies would change from the Xu Clan Group and Demonic Cultivators to the old bastards who held most of the power.
The whole process would definitely be extraordinarily difficult, beyond what they could handle right now.
Reason told Mohist that he should refuse, but as he looked at the list, he thought of the prisoners locked in jail, the parents waiting for hope in despair, and the families hoping to send their children out of hell. He simply could not bring himself to say no.
After a long silence, Mohist finally said, "I..."
"We'll do it!" Miao Qingyu cut in first.
Facing Mohist's questioning gaze, Miao Qingyu sighed helplessly. "No. Even though I know this might be the last time, I really can't refuse. Sorry, Mr. Meng. Let me be selfish just this once."
Mohist stared at Miao Qingyu, becoming even more determined to make her the caretaker of his temple.
"It's fine. I feel the same way."
A desire to protect others arose in