Capítulo 1698: Chapter 836: Mo Han’s Uncle?
“Who exactly are you?”
Qing Shuang asked sharply, her voice trembling slightly,
“Why are you here? What’s your purpose?”
The robed figures remained silent, seemingly soulless puppets.
Suddenly, they launched another attack, their moves more ruthless, as if aiming for a quick resolution.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang dared not be careless, once again engaging in battle, but this time they kept an eye on Mo Han’s movements.
Mo Han stood in place, as if his soul had been taken away, his mind constantly flashing scenes from the Crystal Ball.
He saw his father, a handsome and dignified man, leading a group in a life-and-death struggle against the Blood Ghost Sect.
The scene shifted to Mo Han’s father being surrounded by Blood Ghost Sect henchmen, severely injured, his clothes stained with blood.
He entrusted the young Mo Han to a woman, that gentle and strong woman, who was Mo Han’s mother.
Then, he resolutely turned away, drawing the Blood Ghost Sect’s pursuers alone and disappearing into the boundless night.
“No!”
Mo Han screamed, heart-wrenching, tears streaming down, blurring his vision.
He finally understood, his father chose to sacrifice himself to protect him and his mother, trading his life for a chance at survival.
And these robed figures in front of him could very well be the murderers who chased his father, his father’s killers!
“I will avenge my father!”
Mo Han shouted to the heavens, his voice filled with endless rage and hatred, like an enraged lion.
A powerful force erupted from him, surging like a volcanic eruption, making Luo Chen and Qing Shuang’s hearts race.
They had never seen Mo Han so angry, so out of control, as if he had become a different person.
Mo Han’s eyes turned red, like a bloodthirsty beast, charging at the robed figures.
His fists carried the force of wind and thunder, each punch infused with endless anger and hatred, seeming to tear the robed figures apart.
The robed figures were caught off guard by Mo Han’s sudden eruption, not expecting this seemingly frail young man to possess such terrifying power, seeming like a different person.
The balance of battle started to tip towards Mo Han, the robed figures retreated in defeat, their formation in chaos.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, seeing shock and worry in each other’s eyes.
Without hesitation, they joined the battle, teaming up to resist the robed figures, trying to help Mo Han control the situation.
After a thrilling battle, the robed figures were finally defeated, lying scattered on the ground, losing the ability to fight, moaning in pain.
Mo Han strode to the robed figure who had been trembling earlier and roughly tore off his mask with determination.
A familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared before Mo Han, this face weathered, marked with the passage of time, but vaguely resembled his father’s from the Crystal Ball.
“You… who are you really?”
Mo Han asked tremblingly, his voice filled with confusion and anticipation, as if awaiting an important verdict.
The robed figure slowly raised his head, looking at Mo Han, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, one of pain, regret, and helplessness.
“I… I am your uncle.”
The robed figure said, his voice low and hoarse, as if each word carried a thousand pounds.
Mo Han was struck like lightning, frozen in place, unable to believe his ears, as if he had heard a gigantic joke.
“Uncle?”
Mo Han murmured to himself, his voice filled with bewilderment and pain,
“Why? Why did you join the Blood Ghost Sect? Why aid the wicked?”
“I…”
The robed figure hesitated, his eyes filled with pain and struggle, as if he had a thousand words but didn’t know where to begin.
“Tell me, what really happened back then?”
Mo Han pressed on, his eyes filled with anger and insistence,
“Why did you chase my mother and me? Why betray the family?”
The robed figure was silent for a moment, as if making a difficult decision, then slowly spoke, his voice filled with endless regret and pain.
“In those days, your father was the Clan Leader of the family, a man of integrity who hated evil with a passion.”
“He discovered the Blood Ghost Sect’s conspiracy and aimed to stop them, to protect the family and the innocent townsfolk.”
“However, the Blood Ghost Sect’s power was overwhelming; they were sinister and used every possible means.”
“They bribed some of the family members, including me.”
“I was controlled by their despicable methods and had no choice but to follow their orders, committing many atrocious acts.”
“In one battle, I… I killed your father with my own hands, becoming a sinner to the family.”
“Later, I regretted it and wanted to make amends, but it was already too late. I could only sink deeper into the darkness.”
“Over the years, I’ve been secretly protecting you, hoping to atone and earn your forgiveness.”
Mo Han listened quietly to the black-robed man’s words, feeling like his heart was crushed by a boulder, overwhelmed with pain.
He never expected that his own uncle would be the murderer of his father, a truth he found unbearable and nearly broke him.
“Why are you telling me this?”
Mo Han’s voice trembled slightly,
“Aren’t you afraid I might kill you for revenge for my father?”
“I know my crimes are unforgivable, and I deserve death.”
The black-robed man said calmly, as if he had already come to terms with life and death,
“But I hope you understand, I never truly intended to harm you. I had my own difficulties.”
“I am just a pitiful person tricked by fate, a sinner who lost his way.”
Mo Han looked at the black-robed man, his eyes filled with complicated emotions: anger, pain, confusion, and even sympathy.
He didn’t know how to face this uncle who was both family and foe, nor how to handle this tangled relationship.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang came up beside Mo Han and patted his shoulder, offering silent comfort and support.
“Mo Han, the deceased are gone. Now is not the time to act on emotions.”
Luo Chen said in a deep voice,
“We have more important things to do and cannot let hatred blind us.”
“The Blood Ghost Sect’s conspiracy hasn’t been fully exposed. We still need to investigate further and find the masterminds behind it.”
Mo Han slowly nodded, knowing Luo Chen was right. Now was not the time to be consumed by personal grudges.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm his turbulent emotions, temporarily suppressing his resentment.
“Let’s go.”
Mo Han said, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and determination,
“To seek the truth, to uncover all the mysteries.”
The three of them left the Ancient City in the desert.
“Where are we going next?” Qing Shuang asked.
“To the Blood Ghost Sect’s stronghold,” Mo Han said through gritted teeth, “I want to end all of this with my own hands.”
Luo Chen pondered for a moment and said, “The Blood Ghost Sect’s stronghold isn’t so easy to storm; we need to plan carefully.”
“Then what do you suggest we do?” Mo Han was somewhat impatient, his mind filled with vengeance.
“First, find a place to settle and gather information,” Luo Chen suggested, “Our understanding of the Blood Ghost Sect is still too limited; we need to figure out their workings.”
Qing Shuang nodded in agreement: “Luo Chen is right, we can’t fight a battle unprepared.”
The three arrived at a nearby small town and found an inn to stay at.
There was a steady flow of people in the town, and it was quite lively.
Luo Chen sat at a window seat in the inn, ordered a pot of tea, and a few small dishes.
He sipped tea while observing the surrounding crowd.
Qing Shuang strolled around the town, gathering information.
Mo Han was alone in his room, studying the necklace and Crystal Ball, trying to find more information about the Blood Ghost Sect from them.
At dusk, Qing Shuang returned to the inn.