"there's a heavy guard there. I don't know what the reason is. The literati have always been very strict in the management there. Outsiders can't get in at all. Now you can't expose your identity." Uncle Huo looked at Mo Tian and knew that he attached great importance to friendship, but he had to tell him the actual situation.
"Even if you look at it from a distance, it's enough to kowtow." Mo Tian was very sad to hear that, but he decided to go.
Uncle Huo nodded, "well, let's go to Zilong mountain."
The three packed up, cleaned up by a passing River, changed their clothes again, and went straight to Zilong mountain, the mausoleum of the Mo royal family
Wen Tiandu was looking at the officers kneeling below with a blue face.
"Waste, I didn't catch a kid. What do you do?" Wen Tiandu wanted to solve Mo Hua and his son quietly on the way to the cemetery and finish the task assigned to him by the emperor. Unexpectedly, he escaped before he could do it. His mood could not be described as anger.