Yun Qishen

Chapter 2270 Auditory Hallucinations
"Help! Grandpa! Third Uncle!!!"

With only seven days left until the deadline for refining the Fuwa, a heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire Mo family sect in the early hours of that day.

The Mo family disciples all gathered in the direction from which the sound came to watch the excitement and gossip, and Mo Langqin was no exception.

"What happened?" asked the disciple who had just finished watching the commotion.

More newcomers crowded in, waiting for answers, and they made a lot of noise.

"The voice I heard sounded like Mo Ruo's."

"What happened?"

"It looks like someone is injured!"

"Someone's injured? It's just an injury, why are you making such a fuss? Everyone gets injured."

The disciple, having witnessed the commotion, had a complex expression and a somewhat hoarse voice, "It's Mo Li."

"Who?" everyone exclaimed in disbelief. "Who did you say was injured?"

"It's Mo Li who's injured!" another disciple who had arrived early to watch the commotion suddenly shouted.

The crowd went from noisy to silent, and then became noisy again.

"That can't be! That's Mo Li..."

"I heard his head almost fell off, and he only survived because the ghost beast held him up."

"How could Mo Li be injured? And..."

"What kind of person could beat Mo Li up like that?"

Mo Langqin stood on the outskirts of the crowd. Through the ghost beast, he had already learned some things. He frowned and followed Mo Ruo's ghost power.

"No!"

Mo Ruo anxiously waited at the entrance of the Elders' Courtyard. When he saw Mo Langqin rushing over, he quickly let go of his tightly bitten lower lip, put down his scratched hands, and went to greet her.

"Old Mo, you've arrived!"

"What about Brother Mo Li? How is he?" Mo Langqin glanced subconsciously at the closed door of the Elders' Council.

Mo Ruo's voice was strained with feigned composure, "Grandpa and Third Uncle are still receiving treatment, and the other elders have arrived as well. They've been inside for a quarter of an hour, and... there's still no news..."

"What happened?"

Mo Ruo shook her head. "I don't know either. When I returned to the mountain gate after completing the mission, Brother Mo Li collapsed at the mountain pass. If my ghost beast hadn't sensed it, Brother Mo Li would have really died there."

"I heard he still has a head injury..."

Before Mo Langqin could finish speaking, the door to the Elders' Council opened. However, the person who opened the door wasn't there to tell them about Mo Li's situation, but rather to drive them away. "You two, stop blocking the doorway and leave!"

The two had no choice but to leave the Elders' Council gate and go elsewhere, still worried about Mo Li.

Halfway there, Mo Langqin couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mo Ruo, what exactly happened when you found Mo Li?"

Mo Ruo frowned as she recalled and described, "Mo Li's head was only connected to one tendon. The ghost beast attached to his body acted as blood and nerves, keeping him alive and preventing him from dying. At that time, how could I have observed the situation carefully? When I saw that Mo Li could still be saved, I quickly had Yan Gui bring us back."

"Mo Ruo," Mo Langqin pleaded, tugging at Mo Ruo's sleeve, "take me over there to the place where you found Brother Mo Li."

“Okay.” Mo Ruo didn’t want to go back there, but he still agreed. “Come with me.”

Soon, Mo Ruo used the Flame Ghost to find the bushes where Mo Li had been discovered, guided by the residual ghost power. There were still some blackened splattered bloodstains around the bushes, and footprints and drag marks on the ground. "I found Brother Mo Li here," Mo Ruo said, pointing to a recessed area in the bushes.

"The bloodstains continued all the way over there."

Mo Langqin's gaze followed the bloodstains along the path from the hollow in the bushes. He rummaged through the surrounding bushes until he reached a relatively open area. There was a large area of ​​burnt remains, as if it had been caused by a demonic beast. In the center of the burnt remains lay a handbag the size of a sachet. "This is..."

"A soul-collecting bag!" Mo Ruo also peered over from the bushes. He quickly picked up the bag and examined it. "There are still six or seven souls inside. There are also embroidered evening primroses at the bottom of the bag. It is indeed Brother Mo Li's soul-collecting bag."

"I remember Brother Mo Li's mission this time was to collect some kind of vengeful spirits." Mo Langqin approached while observing his surroundings. He looked down at the clump of red soul in the bag and felt something was off. "This soul is so strange..."

Mo Ruo shared the same feeling. He took out the wisp of soul and examined it. "Yes, although it appears to be the red soul of an evil person, it feels strange, like a clear, benevolent soul. But why is it this color..."

Mo Langqin took the red soul and pondered, "If life can be exchanged, then soul can be exchanged too, right?"

Mo Ruo shook his head in denial, "Seventh Brother Mo, this soul is clearly not a swapped soul. This soul is like this from the beginning. A swapped soul requires the participation of a body."

"I mean..."

Mo Ruo interrupted Mo Langqin and continued, "Are you saying that someone forcibly attached evil thoughts to this benevolent soul, making it appear as an evil soul?"

"Yes."

“That’s impossible. An evil spirit is an evil spirit. Once they do evil, they can’t turn back into a good spirit.” Mo Ruo’s words were certain and unquestionable. Then he thought for a moment, “Seventh Brother Mo, you… could it be that you suspect this special spirit is related to Brother Mo Li’s injury?”

Mo Langqin nodded slightly, "There might not be a direct connection, but there's definitely some relationship. We can only wait for Mo Li to wake up to find out what happened back then..."

Mo Ruo turned around and found something else around the burn marks. "What is this?"

He picked it up and saw it was a half-burnt incense stick. "It's an incense stick? Did Mo Li Ge drop it too?"

Mo Langqin looked at the incense stick with a puzzled expression. "It's already more than half burned. If it's Mo Li's, why is he still keeping this half-burnt incense? If it's someone else's, why would he light it here?"

"Then why not just light it and smell it to find out?" Mo Ruo said, lighting the incense stick in his hand.

"I think we should forget about it and ask Brother Mo Li later. Let's put these things away for now." Mo Langqin pressed down Mo Ruo's hand. "Mo Ruo, check the surrounding area again to see if there's anything else that Brother Mo Li might have left behind."

"Alright, you go over there and I'll check this side." Mo Ruo had no choice but to stop. He handed the incense pouch to Mo Langqin for safekeeping, then turned and walked towards the bushes on the other side to search.

Mo Langqin looked around. He was about to re-examine the indentation in the bushes along the previous bloodstains when a voice faintly entered his ears.

I don't want to be a bad person... I'm not bad at all...

They forced me... forced me...

Mo Langqin turned to look at Mo Ruo, who was peeking out from behind the bushes, and asked, "Mo Ruo, did you hear anything?"

"No," Mo Ruo replied, then disappeared deeper into the bushes.

That's strange... Could it be that I've been too tired from searching for clues in the Book of Prophecy these past few days, causing me to hallucinate? No way...

As Mo Langqin was thinking this, the faint voice came out again.

I'm not bad! Don't kill me...

"There really was a sound!" Mo Langqin shouted. "Mo Ruo, did you really not hear it?"

"I really didn't hear anything." Mo Ruo peeked out from the bushes he had been searching, looking at Mo Langqin with a worried expression. "Seventh Brother Mo, have you been working too hard lately? I feel like you've been a bit tense since just now."

Mo Langqin smoothed his tense brows with his hand. It was strange that he could hear Mo Ruo but not him.

Mo Langqin sighed, "Just assume I was too tired and was hallucinating..."