Yun Qishen

Chapter 2272 Brothers
Mo Li took a deep breath and concentrated more of his ghostly power in his throat. "I ask you, a good soul becomes a red evil soul because of the accumulation of evil thoughts, and a red evil soul can never turn back into a good soul, right?"

Mo Ruo nodded in agreement, "Yes, that's exactly it."

“But I saw it with my own eyes.” An incredulous look appeared on Mo Li’s calm face. “I saw a soul transform from an evil spirit into a good spirit, and I also saw a good spirit instantly turn into an evil spirit that does all kinds of evil.”

"That's impossible!" Mo Ruo shouted.

Mo Li's gaze then focused on Mo Ruo, "But Mo Ruo, I saw it with my own eyes."

Mo Ru clenched his fists. He couldn't understand what Mo Li was saying at all, because these words completely contradicted what he had learned since childhood. "Brother Mo Li, you must have just woken up and are not in a good mood. Your memory is faulty. After all, your head and body were separated, and you almost died! Stop talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing Mo Li's words, Mo Langqin instantly recalled the strange evil spirit he had seen before. Suddenly, he realized that the soul-collecting bag and soul-capturing incense he should have brought were still in the hands of the ghost beast at the door.

I need to find time to return the things to Mo Li.

As he thought this, he looked at Mo Li and asked, "Then, Brother Mo Li, was your injury also due to this change in the benevolent and malevolent spirits?"

“That’s right…” Mo Li continued, “The original host who had transformed into a benevolent soul injured me the moment I watched his soul transform into a benevolent soul.”

Mo Langqin frowned. "How exactly did you manage to do that?"

"I don't know about that. I'll need to study it carefully after I recover."

Mo Li shifted slightly, while Mo Ruo beside her still looked disbelieving and agitated.

"Don't even bother researching it! The idea of ​​an evil spirit transforming into a good spirit is absolutely impossible!" Mo Ruo shouted, emphasizing, "What you should be doing now is recovering your health, don't think about those things!"

Mo Li sighed and shook his head. "Mo Ruo, there are many wonders in this world. We can't just understand and do things according to what the elders teach us. The facts are what we see and experience with our own eyes. We can't just believe everything they say; that would be foolish."

"I still don't believe it!" Mo Ruo turned his back to Mo Li, put his hands on his hips, and looked like he needed to process this.

“Hey... I’ve gotten used to you always being this way, so you don’t need to get involved in this matter.”

"..." Mo Ruo didn't respond, but his displeasure was evident from his back. He was very attached to Mo Li, but Mo Li had clearly stated that he wasn't allowed to get involved in this matter, which made him feel awkward.

"Brother Mo Li..."

Mo Langqin wanted to ask more questions, about the soul and the Soul-Capturing Incense.

But Mo Li didn't give him that chance and cut off his opportunity to ask questions. "Lang Qin, I'm fine, you don't need to worry. I'll tell you when I find out anything, because right now you're probably the only one in the Mo family who understands me."

"Don't think too highly of me..." Mo Langqin muttered. He used to regard Mo Li as his rival, but now that Mo Li said this, he dared not look directly into Mo Li's eyes.

Mo Li took in Mo Langqin's reaction, pursed his lips, and changed the subject, "By the way, how's the Yan Cang matter going? I think the date is almost here... Have you really decided to refine her?"

"I……"

Mo Langqin was speechless. He couldn't tell anyone about his plan, and neither could Mo Li.

Mo Langqin's hesitation was interpreted as reluctance by Mo Li, who quickly offered his suggestion, "If you're reluctant, I can explain this to Grandpa. Although Grandpa and Third Uncle are on the same side, Grandpa is the only one who can stop Third Uncle right now. As long as Grandpa intervenes, Yan Cang can be protected, and Third Uncle won't force you to go..."

“But if we can’t save her, Yan Cang will still die, won’t she?” Mo Langqin’s voice was somewhat loud. He clenched his fists and looked directly at Mo Li again. “Since she’s going to die anyway, then I’ll refine her… Only by doing this myself will I feel at ease…” “Langqin, if you have emotions, you should express them. If you truly love her, then you should—”

Mo Langqin interrupted Mo Li and shouted, "What about you, Mo Li?! You also have emotions, but did you express them?!"

Mo Ruo, sensing something was wrong, had already turned back. He separated Mo Li and Mo Langqin and stood between them. He shoved Mo Langqin and yelled, "Seventh Brother Mo, how dare you speak like that! Brother Mo Li isn't expressing his emotions because—"

Mo Li raised his hand and barely managed to pull Mo Ruo back. Mo Ruo frowned and couldn't speak for a moment, which gave Mo Langqin the opportunity to continue her attack.

"I don't care what your reasons are, Brother Mo Li! If you can't do it yourself, then don't ask others to do it!" Mo Langqin took a deep breath, turned around, and left. "I'm sorry for being rude. I'll come to visit you again after this month, Brother Mo Li!"

"Lang Qin!" Mo Li could only watch as Mo Lang Qin ran away in a bad mood; he couldn't stop her.

Mo Ruo was also furious. He turned to Mo Li and asked with dissatisfaction, "Brother Mo Li, why didn't you let me say it!"

"Why bother explaining so much? With Lang Qin's personality, it's useless to explain..." Mo Li finished speaking and then waved slightly to Mo Ruo, "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Mo Ruo asked, leaning closer with her hands behind her back.

Mo Li pointed to Mo Ruo's hand that was behind her back, "Show me your hand."

"..." Mo Ruo pouted. Although reluctant, he still reached out and placed his hand on Mo Li's. "I'm fine... Ouch—"

Mo Li released the ghostly power from Mo Ruo's hands, and Mo Ruo's originally fair and tender hands instantly turned charred black. Her flat skin was covered with pustules from the fire, and it seemed as if blood would ooze from them if touched even slightly.

It was clearly a display of using a large amount of fire beast demon power in an instant.

Mo Li gently touched Mo Ruo's hand; his injury would take more than half a month to heal. Mo Li knew very well why Mo Ruo was injured like this; Mo Ruo had used the Flame Ghost's speed ability in order to get him back to the Mo family as quickly as possible.

"Thanks, little brother," Mo Li said gently.

"You're welcome..." Mo Ruo's ears turned red, and he looked away before staring at Mo Li's hand that was holding his and saying, "You're my brother, so saving you is what I should do."

"You must have been terrified by me back then, right?"

"No way! Because I know you'll never be in any trouble, Brother Mo Li!"

"You'll be the same, nothing will ever happen to you."

Mo Li released Mo Ruo's hand. He had known since childhood why the people in his family chose Mo Ruo to be the host of the Flame Ghost, but he did not want Mo Ruo to bear those restrictions. That's why he wanted to become stronger, to become so strong that the elders' attention would be focused on him.

Only in this way could he protect Mo Ruo, and his only blood relative.

"Of course! After all, I have you, Brother Mo Li, to protect me! I'll definitely be fine!"

"Um……"

Mo Ruo's fierce face broke into a childlike smile; he could only act like a child in front of Mo Li.