Chapter 67: Mo Ze’s Favor Is Not Over (Chong Sanjiang, Please Read) (Ch 67)

Hokage Moze himself couldn’t tell where exactly something went wrong.
Ever since entering the talisman space and holding on to my thigh.
The growth in strength has not yet been reflected.
On the contrary, his eloquence is improving by leaps and bounds.
Thinking back to the time when I faced Uchiha Madara, I still feel a little nervous.
At that time, he was very cautious in every step and every word, for fear of saying something wrong.
Up to now, Uchiha Madara is probably just skeptical and does not completely trust his words. At most, he thinks he is still useful.
But when it comes to Black Zetsu, the situation is completely reversed.
It’s completely easy and simple.
There was no need to lay the groundwork. After just a few words, this guy seemed to have lost his soul and was completely under his control.
This guy, who was eager to save his mother, now had 100% trust in him.
Trust Moser more than you trust yourself.
This trust is so heavy that it almost overflows.
If Black Zetsu had a gender, he would probably be thinking about how to sacrifice himself now.
Black Zetsu really did not disappoint Moze’s “expectations”.
In order to allow this “comrade” who holds the “historical truth” and the power of the “Book of Friends” to find the key to saving his mother as soon as possible, Black Zetsu began to speak without reservation.
From orchestrating the fratricide between Indra and Asura, fiddling with the threads of fate, watching brothers turn against each other and blood run wild;
To secretly observe, screen, and mislead Indra’s reincarnations generation after generation, planting the seeds of hatred and power deep in their souls;
Then he sneaked into the Nanga Shrine, secretly tampered with the ancient stone tablets of the Uchiha clan, and used false prophecies to lead Uchiha Madara step by step to the “Moon Eye Project” he designed;
…
One by one, the conspiracies and intrigues spanning thousands of years, those secret past events that were enough to subvert the entire ninja world, were now revealed in detail by Black Zetsu.
He spoke slowly, but with a strange excitement, as if he was showing off his masterpiece that he had worked so hard on.
He fully expected that Moser, who knew the “real history”, would be able to deduce the hidden truth and dig out the key clues to rescue his mother from the details of the “false history” that he had carefully woven and paved with countless blood and sacrifices.
“Your question…” Mo Ze frowned: “It’s very difficult to deal with…”
Black Zetsu’s heart skipped a beat and he almost jumped up from the ground.
I had just confessed a thousand-year-old secret and told everything about myself. At this critical moment, I was expecting my “comrade” to turn the tide and find a way to save my mother. Why did I hear just this?
“Lord Moze, are you saying…?” Black Zetsu’s voice was a little distorted, with an incredible urgency.
He was afraid that he had heard it wrong or misunderstood what the other person meant.
Mo Ze raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, with an expression on his face that said “this mess of yours is really hard to clean up”, which made Hei Zetsu’s heart sink.
“It’s not difficult, it’s extremely difficult.” Moser emphasized, “The ‘false history’ you provided contains too much information. It spans thousands of years, contains countless details, and is entangled in cause and effect, corroborating and contradicting each other.”
He paused, looking at Black Zetsu’s almost frozen “expression”, and continued: “To separate the ‘truth’ from it, and to find the key to rescue your mother… This amount of work, tsk tsk.”
The two “tsk tsk” sounds were light, but they were like two heavy hammers hitting Hei Jue’s heart.
He hastily stated: “I have told you everything I know! Without reservation! Every detail, every thought! As long as it can save my mother, any price…”
“I know you’re being completely honest, and that’s the problem,” Moser interrupted him, in a way that said, “You don’t understand the ins and outs of this.”
“Too much information interferes with judgment. It’s like a pile of tangled yarn. Finding the right thread requires time, patience, and skills.”
He glanced at the anxious Black Zetsu and said, “We need to cross-check, sort out the timeline, check the logic chain… It’s very troublesome. Do you think it’s so easy to set things right and reveal the truth of history?”
Black Zetsu was speechless. He indeed had never thought about such a “technical” question.
“Let’s do this.” Mo Ze suddenly spoke, tapping his fingers in the air, as if planning something.
“First, you should sort out your thousand-year masterpiece carefully.”
“What are the core pillars of your plan? What are the smokescreens and misleadings that were deliberately released to cover up the core? Which turning points do you think are the most critical when you think back on them, and may even hide variables that you were not aware of at the time?”
“Please compile all your questions, the nodes you think are important, and the clues you think may be related to the truth into a book for me.”
Black Zetsu nodded repeatedly, like pounding garlic.
This request is reasonable.
He looked at Black Zetsu and added, “The more detailed the better. Write down your considerations at the time and the purpose of each step. This will help me reverse the deduction and remove the ‘contaminated’ information.”
“But this is bound to be a big project, and you won’t have that much time to sort things out before Uchiha Madara dies.”
“So,” Moze’s eyes became sharp, “Before that, I’ll lay the groundwork for my plan, which is to start by spreading the real name of the Demon Kingmon.”
Black Zetsu’s shapeless face seemed to be filled with the word “trust” at this moment, and he responded repeatedly: “No problem.”
He was extremely grateful that he had such a teammate with clear ideas and goals.
You just need to follow your teammates’ ideas, because they have too much to consider.
Lord Mo Ze’s kindness is not over yet!
I must work hard for Lord Mo Ze, and try to restore order as soon as possible and rescue my mother!
Then he asked, “Is there anything I can do to help you with your plan?”
Moser seemed to have expected him to ask this question, and asked back slowly: “What do you think is the fastest, most widely spread, and most accepted information in this era?”
“What?” Hei Jue was stunned.
“It’s an entertainment novel.”
Actually it’s entertainment gossip.
Moze added silently in his heart.
However, entertainment gossip must be kept up to date, and information is often inevitably distorted and twisted during its dissemination.
It obviously didn’t meet Moser’s needs.
“Especially in this era of endless war, people are spiritually empty and living in hardship, and they have a great desire for new and interesting stories. A popular novel can spread throughout the streets and alleys in a very short time.”
Think of Jiraiya among the Three Ninjas.
His ability is unquestionable, but what does he rely on for his fame among ordinary people?
It is his intimate series that are popular in the Fire Nation and even in the surrounding countries!
“After I was reincarnated into the Ninja World, I had to work hard to write a novel in order to save the princess on the moon”