Murder

Mo Xie no longer dared to deceive in secret, but he didn't reveal everything. "Fine, I'll talk, but you must let me go after I speak."

The man remained silent.

Mo Xie couldn't help but say, "If speaking means death, and not speaking means death, why should I tell you anything?"

"Fine, I promise you."

Mo Xie took a deep breath, cold sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes shrouded in gloom. "Yes, I created the plague in Tianjing!"

"Why?" 

Mo Xie replied, "I wanted to gain fame! They couldn't cure the plague, and when the whole city was in crisis, I would appear to save everyone. That way, I could become famous and reap both fame and fortune!"

His eyes were full of desire.

Feng Tianlan, who stood nearby, flashed a glint in his eyes.

No matter what the other party's intentions were, he almost delayed his wedding with Qingluan. It was unforgivable.

"The antidote."