Yun Qishen

"Brother Mo Li!"

Mo Ruo pushed open the door, carrying her textbooks.

Mo Li was leaning back on the bed, gently using his ghostly power to recover his body. Seeing Mo Ruo enter the room, he quickly asked, "Why were you gone for so long?"

Mo Ruo put her homework on the table and then sat down next to Mo Li's bed. "I ran into Mo Laoqi on the way. He wasn't in a good mood. I heard from Mo Ding and the others that today is the day to refine the Fuwa."

"How is he?" Mo Li asked hurriedly when he heard Mo Ruo mention the day of the refining. Although he knew that Mo Langqin would be in pain, he did not know the extent of his pain.

As Mo Ruo recalled, she said, "Well... he seemed a bit distraught. He didn't even glance at me on the way, just shoved me aside, yelling, 'This can't be, this isn't real,' that's how it was."

This is more than just a little breakdown...

Mo Li frowned and hurriedly asked Mo Ruo for help, "Mo Ruo, help me out of bed and take me to see him."

"No way!" Mo Ruo crossed his arms and refused Mo Li's request. "Brother Mo Li, your injury hasn't healed yet! It's not suitable for you to go out and walk around right now. I definitely won't take you until you're fully recovered."

"I'm almost well now."

“That’s just a ghostly illusion, I don’t believe it!” Mo Ruo sighed, gently patting Mo Li’s shoulder. “Oh dear, Brother Mo Li, don’t worry. I was also very sad to hear about this. After all, we’ve spent some time with Yan Cang. I quite like her and even brought her so many gifts. But what’s done is done. Even if Mo Laoqi is heartbroken, he can only get over it on his own. Even if you go now, Brother Mo Li, it won’t help. He’ll still be heartbroken.”

“But he needs companionship now.” Mo Li looked at Mo Ruo. “He is very afraid of being alone, especially when he is emotionally broken like this. He needs a straw to grasp, a straw that can give him hope to live.”

Mo Ruo's eyes were firm. "That may be true, but it shouldn't be us going."

"Otherwise what? Besides the two of us, who else is on his side now?"

Mo Ruo's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had an idea. "Brother Mo Li, don't worry about this for now. I just had a great idea, I'll arrange it right away and make sure Mo Laoqi recovers!"

Hearing Mo Ruo's confident assurances, Mo Li couldn't help but worry, "Mo Ruo..."

Mo Ruo patted his chest and said, "Hey, Brother Mo Li, don't worry! This time, my idea is absolutely legitimate!"

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Mo Langqin stumbled and staggered along the way, as if some force was pulling him forward relentlessly. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the starting point of all the tragedies.

The huge ghost-suppressing stone was surrounded by lush trees, and the air was filled with the chirping of insects.

Mo Langqin slipped and fell directly onto the Ghost-Suppressing Stone, but the Ghost-Suppressing Stone did not absorb him as it had absorbed Mo Tianlan before.

"I did it again... and again..."

Mo Langqin leaned against the demon-suppressing stone, then collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. His self-reproach enveloped him in a state of confusion, making it impossible for him to see, hear, or think clearly.

I can't protect anything... I can only watch them with my own eyes...

I didn't even glance at her, ignoring her cries for help. If the refining had failed, would she still have had a chance to survive?
Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! I'm a bastard!!!
I even ate...

"vomit--"

Waves of nausea surged from Mo Langqin's abdomen, but even so, he couldn't vomit up the ghost pill he had absorbed. Yan Cang had already been absorbed by him... This terrified him even more.

"Cough cough cough-"

He couldn't tell if it was tears, snot, or even saliva. After vomiting to the last drop, he could only feel nauseous but couldn't vomit anything else.

Perhaps I haven't fully absorbed Yan Cang's essence?
Suddenly, an idea popped into Mo Langqin's head, and he couldn't wait to summon the ghost beast and rip it out of his stomach.

Just as the pale fingers possessed by the demonic beast were about to penetrate his skin and reach into his internal organs, a voice startled Mo Langqin.

"Mo Langqin..."

Mo Langqin looked in surprise toward the direction of the sound and saw Yan Cang approaching him with a worried expression. Mo Langqin then let out the loudest, most unpleasant laugh, "Hahaha!"

"Mo Langqin!" Yan Cang looked at Mo Langqin, who was laughing hysterically, and didn't know how to deal with him for a moment.

"Is this my hallucination? Are you blaming me for breaking my promise and leaving someone to die?!" Mo Langqin plunged the demon-possessed hand into his throat, roaring at Yan Cang, "Are you here to take my life? Then kill me! Kill me now!"

"Mo Langqin!" Yan Cang grabbed Mo Langqin's hand, which was about to reach her throat, her face filled with worry and tears streaming down her cheeks. "Look, you can feel my warmth... I'm alright. Bai Ying and the others were just joking with you. Bai Ying told me to hide here first. Mo Langqin, calm down..."

"Are you really Yan Cang?" A glimmer of light appeared in Mo Langqin's lifeless eyes, but he still couldn't be sure. But the Yan Cang before him did have warmth, just like a human being.

"Yes, it is me. If you don't believe me, use your ghostly power to check."

Although Yan Cang said that, Mo Langqin dared not investigate further, fearing that he would find out that this Yan Cang was a fake. He didn't want to admit that Yan Cang was a fraud, nor did he want to admit the reality that he was still powerless after all these years.

"So, the one I refined wasn't the real you, it was your puppet, right? I saved you, didn't I? Right? Right?"

Mo Langqin released the possession of the ghost beast, grabbed Yan Cang's shoulders again and hugged her tightly, holding her close in his arms as if afraid she would disappear.

"Yes, you saved me." Yan Cang sniffed, her voice sounding muffled in Mo Langqin's arms.

"Did I really... save you...?"

Mo Langqin buried his face in Yan Cang's shoulder, sobbing so hard that Yan Cang's clothes became soaked.

Yan Cang intended to push Mo Langqin away, but only slightly, enough for her to breathe freely. "I'm really fine, Mo Langqin... This is the first time I've seen you cry so sadly. You... you don't look good when you cry..."

Mo Langqin's voice was sticky and husky, "No one looks good when they cry..."

Yan Cang blinked. "No, I've seen someone who's incredibly beautiful, even when they're crying, they still look stunning."

"Stop talking..."

"Um……"

Yan Cang remained silent, holding Mo Langqin close as she waited for him to gradually calm down.

Mo Ruo's gaze met Yan Cang's in the distance. Yan Cang pursed his lips and subconsciously patted Mo Langqin's back to comfort him. Mo Ruo concealed his presence and turned to leave. (End of Chapter)