Yun Qishen

Yan Cang leaned back and spread his arms wide. "Of course I'm worried about letting him go alone, but I can't help him in my current state. Going there would only be a hindrance. I believe Mo Langqin will handle it calmly. He's not someone who acts rashly without thinking."

Besides, this is his own family matter, and he needs to handle it himself. Even if I like him a lot, if I get involved in his family affairs, he'll only dislike me more.

At this moment, Bai Ying, who appeared to be Yan Cang, was calculating in her heart. Based on her understanding of Mo He, it was impossible for Mo He to simply torture Mo Tianlan and Man Shu. The fact that he spoke so loudly in the woods meant that he had noticed Mo Langqin and did it intentionally.

But upon closer reflection, Mo Langqin had also noticed that Mo He had taken notice of him. Their ghostly powers were interconnected, and in the end, they were both putting on an act.

Mo He was using Mo Tianlan as bait, deliberately luring Mo Langqin to the library. He figured the library would be quite lively, but it would be secluded and unlikely to attract any onlookers.

I suddenly remembered something, something about Mo Langqin.

Suddenly, the blue demon spoke again, and all the demons that appeared in the room turned their gazes to him.

"What's wrong with Mo Langqin?" Yan Cang was lying down, feeling a bit sleepy. Her current puppet body was too fragile; she was exhausted after just running a short distance along the mountain path. She yawned and blinked, waiting for Qing Gui to continue.

The green ghost said solemnly, "Bai Ying, you only started to become infatuated with that little devil after Mo Tianlan brought Mo Langqin back to this house, right?"

Yan Cang nodded wearily. "So, Qing Gui, what have you come up with? Tell me quickly, don't keep me in suspense. I'm going to sleep after you're done."

[I've been by Mo Tianlan's side since before we even crossed paths at the beginning of the story. Back then, she gave birth to Mo Langqin alone, taking three days. But Mo Langqin was stillborn. The union of a human and a demon beast is ultimately impossible.]

“A stillborn baby? Then how come Mo Langqin is like this now…” Yan Cang’s drowsiness vanished instantly. She lay on the bed and leaned slightly towards Qing Gui. “No wonder his skin has always been so pale since he was a child. I thought it was because of Man Shu’s skin tone, but it turns out that’s not the case. It’s because his body is dead that he’s like this!”

The green ghost nodded. "Yes, his body is dead. After giving birth to Mo Langqin, Mo Tianlan wasn't very saddened upon discovering this. She used the magic of the immortal sects and Taoist arts, combined with soul-capturing incense, to condense another's soul into a new one, which she then reinjected into Mo Langqin's body."

Yan Cang blinked. "The body is dead. What's the use of just having a soul? Speaking of which, I saw Mo Langqin bleeding when he was a child. How do you explain that?"

During one of her travels, Mo Tianlan encountered a person who taught her a heretical spell called "Blood Transfusion Technique." This technique allows different types of blood to circulate freely. However, Blood Transfusion Technique does not have the power to bring the dead back to life; it can only be used on living bodies.

But Mo Tianlan used this magic to bring the dead child back to life in just half a day.

Yan Cang exclaimed in surprise, "So, Mo Tianlan used a condensed soul to attach to Mo Langqin's dead body, pretending that the body was alive! And then used this to deceive the Blood Transmission Technique? I've seen people deceive people and ghosts, but I never thought that someone could deceive a spell... It's unbelievable."

The green ghost sighed, its voice tinged with complex emotions. "This is what made Mo Tianlan so powerful in life. Now, her soul is shattered, leaving only a remnant soul refined into a ghost beast's body. She has lost her genius, her lofty childhood ideals, and the memories of her glorious past."

All that remained was love—love for Mo Langqin, love for the entire book…

I only felt sorry for her; I didn't blame her at all. Mo Tianlan, who could trap all of us ghosts and beasts in this room with just a single glowing bamboo stick, is now like a lamb to the slaughter, being bullied by someone even weaker than her.

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Mo Langqin arrived near the carved memorial tablet where he had entered the library earlier, but he did not sense Mo He's presence, which made him uneasy. "There is no trace of my third uncle here, nor is there any sign that the library is open. So where else could my third uncle have entered the library... Or is it really as I suspect, that my third uncle deliberately lured me here?"

Just as Mo Langqin thought of this, Mo He's cold and serious voice came from behind him.

"Lang Qin".

Sure enough... Before Mo Langqin could turn her head, Mo He had already placed his hand on Mo Langqin's shoulder and patted her.

"Lang Qin, you've seen what you needed to see, so I won't say anything more. I also wanted to ask you how you feel and what your choice is. Come with me, I've been waiting for you here for a while."

Mo He walked past Mo Langqin, but instead of approaching the carved shadow tablet, he went in another direction, where there was a black teleportation vortex covered with Mo He's ghostly power.

"go in."

Mo He stopped in front of the teleportation vortex and gestured for Mo Langqin to enter it first.

Mo Langqin held his breath and leaned into the vortex. The other side of the vortex was the interior of the library, but he still had to walk through a dark passage before he could get there.

【Mo He, you are utterly depraved!!!】

Mo Tianlan's angry curses echoed through the dark passage. Upon hearing them, Mo Langqin immediately stopped in his tracks, as if his feet were bound with boulders and he couldn't lift them at all.

"Why don't you keep going, Langqin? Keep walking forward!"

"Uncle Three..."

Mo Langqin knew very well that this was a trap deliberately set to lure him here. He thought he was mentally prepared to deal with it, but when he actually heard Mo Tianlan's roar and curses, he cowered.

"Move forward!"

In the end, it was Mo He who pushed Mo Langqin directly out of the vortex.

Upon arriving at the library, Mo Langqin squinted to adjust to the bright light for a moment before meeting Mo Tianlan's tender and beautiful eyes.

【child……】

Mo Tianlan held a book in his arms. The pale, ghostly beast's body had shrunk, becoming about the size of a normal man, but its appearance remained ugly and ferocious. It lay there, barely alive, in Mo Tianlan's arms.

"Mother..."

Mo Langqin's gaze swept over the books before returning to Mo Tianlan.

“Lang Qin.” Mo He’s voice rang out again, followed by the crisp sound of a long sword falling to the ground. “Uncle has a sword here that can kill ghost beasts. Your mother must recognize this sword, after all, it was her personal sword when she was alive.”

Mo Langqin glanced at the longsword gleaming with emerald light at his feet, took a slight step back, and frowned.

Mo He's ghostly power clung to the longsword, forcefully pulling Mo Langqin closer and compelling him to pick up the sword.

Mo He's body completely shielded Mo Langqin from the shadows. He lifted Mo Langqin's arm holding the sword, lowered his head, and whispered in Mo Langqin's ear, "Good nephew, you now have two choices. One is to kill this ungrateful and immoral demon beast, and the other is to kill your mother." (End of Chapter)