59: Chen De’s whereabouts, interesting meat pie!

In front of the ancestral hall of the Mo Residence, a corpse was laid out.

The corpse's eyes were bloodshot, open as wide as eggs, and its eyeballs seemed to be bulging out.

Its face was ashen, its mouth agape, and its expression was one of painful distortion.

This was just the corpse of Mo Xuancang's grandson; Chen De had not destroyed the body at the time.

Because after learning about the existence of the Soul Tablet, there was no longer any need to.

On the contrary, keeping Mo Xuancang's grandson's corpse could still anger him.

Therefore, on the day of the incident, Mo Xuancang's grandson's corpse was found and sent back.

As for the bodies of the few people who had been assigned to protect Mo Xuancang's grandson closely...

Because of their inadequate protection, after their bodies were found, their entire families were killed as sacrifices, and their bodies were pulverized and fed to dogs.

Mo Xuancang stood before the corpse, looking at his dead grandson, that painfully twisted death mask, and he felt as if a knife was carving flesh from his heart!

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Mo Xuancang turned around and asked a servant nearby,

"Is there still no news?"

The servant replied, "Still, still no!"

"Bastard! Useless! After so long, there's still no news at all. What good are you people for?"

With that, he slapped the servant in front of him to death in a fit of rage.

Mo Xuancang raised his hand and looked at his palm.

For some reason, after seeing a living person get slapped into a meat patty by him, a hint of pleasure actually arose in his heart.

So, Mo Xuancang's gaze fell upon the other servants in the courtyard.

The servants didn't yet know what was about to happen, but no matter what, admitting their mistake immediately was always a good idea.

Seeing this, the other servants knelt down and kowtowed, begging for their lives.

However, Mo Xuancang was still in a fit of rage at this time and completely ignored them.

Although he could have slapped all the servants in front of him to death with one blow, he wanted to kill them one by one to vent the anger in his heart.

The servants dared not resist, because resistance would only lead to a quicker and more tragic death.

By meekly waiting in place for their fate, offering their necks to the slaughter, they might actually survive.

So, with each slap from Mo Xuancang, a meat patty was born.

Finding that slapping one at a time wasn't satisfying enough, he started slapping with both hands.

But with these servants in front of him standing still and letting him slap them, it also seemed rather uninteresting.

So Mo Xuancang ordered the servants to run, to move around; whoever could survive would be spared.

Upon hearing this, the servants stood up and scattered, fleeing in all directions.

Some ran towards the courtyard exit but were immediately slapped into meat patties.

Subsequently, without exception, everyone who tried to run outside was crushed into meat patties.

At this point, Mo Xuancang also announced a new rule: the game could only be played within the courtyard.

The people of the Mo Residence breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; it was good that the Family Head was no longer so tense.

No other reason, a Mo Xuancang suppressing his rage was truly terrifying, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Now that Mo Xuancang could find something to properly vent his anger on, wasn't that a good thing?

As for the lives of these servants, are the lives of servants even considered lives?

They weren't truly of the Mo family, so no matter how many died, they didn't feel any heartache.

They were people of the Mo Residence, and those who were slapped into meat patties were merely servants of the Mo Residence.

Worst case, in a couple of days, they would just recruit another batch from outside.

In Tianfeng City now, which major family doesn't have hundreds or thousands of servants die each year?

For a major family like their Mo Residence, the normal annual attrition of servants numbered in the thousands, not just a few.

Only so few had died so far; it was estimated that by the time the Family Head calmed down and had his fill of fun, only a fraction of that number would have died.

Moreover, with Mo Xuancang's grandson dead, the people of the Mo Residence were happier than anyone.

Previously, there was only one heir to the Mo Residence, which had nothing to do with them, so they had no such aspirations.

Now, however, it was a different story.

Everyone was trying to curry favor with Mo Xuancang in every way possible; what if the Family Head, in a moment of happiness, chose one of them?

Mo Xuancang slapped away in the courtyard, and all the servants had faces ashen with despair, resigned to their fate.

Before long, all the servants in the courtyard were slapped into meat patties by Mo Xuancang.

Yet Mo Xuancang felt he had only played for a short while and wasn't satisfied at all.

Before he could even speak, people from the Mo Residence immediately brought in another batch of servants for him to enjoy himself with.

They even told them the rules before they were brought in.

The people of the Mo Residence were even worried that Mo Xuancang might get tired or thirsty, so they thoughtfully placed a pot of tea next to him.

Whenever Mo Xuancang got thirsty, he could drink it.

As for the new batch of servants in the courtyard, they thought some of them might survive.

In reality, as long as Mo Xuancang wasn't fully satisfied, not a single person in this batch would live.

Thus, a new round of slaughter began.

As Mo Xuancang was in the midst of his slapping, two people who had been sent out to search for Chen De returned to report news.

Because Mo Xuancang was caught up in his game, he accidentally slapped one of the returning messengers into a meat patty.

The person who returned with him was instantly terrified.

He had come back specifically to show his face and claim credit, thinking he had obtained information about Chen De.

Especially the one who had just been slapped into a meat patty—that was his uncle!

He had been brought along by his uncle to get credit, usually not having to do anything, just showing his face at critical moments.

He had always been afraid that doing this might cause problems, but his uncle had sworn that nothing would ever go wrong.

Yet in the blink of an eye, his uncle was slapped into a meat patty, dying a tragic death without even a complete corpse.

Moreover, whether looking at Mo Xuancang or the people of the Mo Residence, after witnessing this scene, they all looked completely unconcerned.

Originally, he had thought that as a servant of the Mo Residence, he held a superior status, but now all those thoughts were completely gone.

Mo Xuancang was also somewhat annoyed to find himself interrupted.

Didn't they see he was having a good time? If he accidentally slapped someone to death, they deserved it.

Looking at the person who had returned to report the news, Mo Xuancang said, "Speak, what is it? Have we found the person who killed my grandson?"

This person no longer had any thought of claiming credit; at this moment, he only wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible.

So he blurted out everything he knew.

Mo Xuancang was very pleased to hear this; after searching for so long, they finally had a lead.

So he gestured for the person to leave, saying he needed to prepare first.

The messenger, upon hearing this, felt a huge weight lifted off him, finally having saved his life, and then ran out as fast as he could.

He swore that after this, he would never come back.

Let whoever wants to be a servant of this Mo Residence be one.

Then, as he was almost at the door, he was suddenly struck by a force.

Like the other servants in the courtyard, he was also slapped into a meat patty.

"Oh~ I almost forgot, you're also a servant, and you can't leave here either."

As Mo Xuancang's words fell, he withdrew his hands and slowly walked to the teapot, taking a sip of the water specially prepared for him.

He commanded, "All people of the Mo Residence, prepare yourselves. We will go and catch the murderer later."

"Yes!"

So, the people of the Mo Residence all went down to begin preparations.

The surviving servants in the courtyard, seeing that everyone had left, all showed expressions of having narrowly escaped death.

However, before they could rejoice...

Mo Xuancang's voice echoed in the courtyard, "I almost forgot about you all."

Then a giant palm appeared in the courtyard, slapping all of them into meat patties at once.