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."
