Yun Qishen

With Mo He's help, Mo Wangchuan walked to Mo Langqin's bedside. He placed his withered fingers on Mo Langqin's brow and smiled.

"The driving force of the dead, quite interesting." Mo Wangchuan stroked his pale beard and looked around the room. He could sense the presence of those ghostly beasts through the thin air. "The ghostly power here is really chaotic. I knew there were many, but I didn't expect there to be so many. Judging from this, there must be over a hundred of them. It's really crowded. Tianlan has really gone to great lengths for this child."

"This is the difference between humans and ghosts! Mo Tianlan is so ungrateful! She gave birth to such a monster!" Mo He cursed beside Mo Wangchuan. Even though Mo Tianlan's soul had already been scattered, Mo He still refused to let her go.

Mo Wangchuan stroked his beard and smiled. After removing his finger from Mo Langqin's brow, he drew a few more lines in the air. Soon, a golden ghostly power appeared and then directly imprinted itself on Mo Langqin's forehead.

After casting his ghost spell, Mo Wangchuan walked away with his hands behind his back, saying as he went, "Lang Qin's spells are very strange. I'm very interested in this living dead's spells. Keep him for now, you might need him later. He'er, don't always bully him. After all, you gave him his ghost power, so he's practically your son."

Mo He frowned and said sternly, "Who would want such a monster son!"

"It's fine if I'm not a son but a useful servant..." Mo Wangchuan raised his head and looked at a corner where ghostly power was gathering. Then, he waved his hand and drew a ghostly talisman in front of him. Golden ghostly power instantly appeared and scattered in all directions. "But before I leave..."

"Father, this is—uh—" Mo He raised his hand to shield his face. The golden ghostly power stimulated his eyes. He squinted and saw through the gaps in the golden light that a bunch of high-level ghost beasts were crowded together.

"Show!" Golden ghostly power enveloped the entire room, revealing all the hidden ghostly beasts. Before they could react, Mo Wangchuan had already made his next move, "Withdraw—"

The golden ghostly power instantly pulled back and absorbed, and the ghostly beasts that appeared inside the house were also forcefully pulled by this ghostly power and flew towards Mo Wangchuan.

A black square vortex appeared at Mo Wangchuan's chest, with a bluish-gray crane claw at its center, dragging a round bead—Mo Wangchuan's Ghost Core.

【Well--】

【hateful! ! ! 】

【I do not want! 】

One after another, the ghost beasts were absorbed and differentiated by Mo Wangchuan's ghost core. The ghost beasts inside the house couldn't escape, and their numbers dwindled. Soon it would be Yan Cang and the Green Ghost's turn.

The moment Mo He and Mo Wangchuan entered, Qing Gui used his ghostly power to hide Yan Cang. Mo He's ghostly power had just drained most of the ghostly power, and Qing Gui had poured all of his ghostly power into securing Yan Cang's invisibility.

Mo Wangchuan's ghost power can only absorb ghost beasts and has little effect on ghost puppets like Yan Cang. However, Qing Gui had no choice but to do this just in case, because only with Yan Cang could they have any hope of being reborn.

"Qing Gui!" Yan Cang tugged at Qing Gui's prayer beads with a worried expression. She wasn't worried about herself or Qing Gui, but about Mo Langqin's current condition, because in her view, Mo Langqin was completely still and hadn't even started breathing.

Please take good care of yourself.

As soon as Qinggui finished speaking, he was pulled away by the golden ghostly power, and the Buddhist beads were also torn off and left in Yan Cang's hand.

"Hmm—" Yan Cang dared not speak again, and Mo Wangchuan indeed did not find her figure.

The absorption of the ghost beast's ghost technique went smoothly, and in no time, the chaotic ghost energy in the room was completely diluted.

Seeing that Mo Wangchuan had stopped, Mo He quickly put on a smile and approached him, "Such a huge number! After absorbing so many high-level ghost beasts at once, Father, your cultivation is probably about to break through to the peak!"

"Ha, you're quite the smooth talker. That's far from enough." Mo Wangchuan looked at Mo He smugly, then turned and walked towards the door. "He'er, what you need to do now is control Lang Qin's mind, ideally turning him into a mindless tool for our use. Only then can his value be realized." "Yes, Father." Mo He's fawning smile vanished. He turned and raised his hand, forcefully slamming the ghostly power he had previously reclaimed back into Mo Lang Qin's chest.

Mo Langqin's body tensed instantly, his limbs stiffening. He opened his bloodshot eyes and roared in pain, "Ugh—ah!!!"

Mo Langqin!!!
For a fleeting moment, Yan Cang almost broke through his invisibility and was discovered by Mo Wangchuan.

Once Mo Langqin's wails and screams subsided, Mo He withdrew his hand in disgust. He snorted coldly and then left with Mo Wangchuan.

"Mo Langqin!" Yan Cang broke free of the ghostly spell and rushed to Mo Langqin's bedside. When she sensed Mo Langqin's steady breathing, she felt relieved but also sobbed without tears, "Ugh..."

Mo Ruo pushed the door open and came in. He had nothing to say. He had seen what Mo He and Mo Wangchuan had done, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

"How is Mo Laoqi?" Mo Ruo asked, not approaching but looking towards the bed.

Yan Cang placed his hand on Mo Langqin's neck, "His ghost power has returned, and his breathing is stable... Apart from his cold body temperature, he should be fine..."

Mo Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to say something about not being able to help when Yan Cang spoke first.

"Is this how the Mo family behaves?"

"what?"

"Your Mo family are all selfish, heartless monsters, aren't you?" Yan Cang's hand gripped Mo Langqin's neck but didn't exert any force. She eventually gave up and instead stroked Mo Langqin's cheeks with her hands. "Otherwise, why would you treat him like this..."

"we are……"

“Even his life is being used!” Yan Cang buried her head in Mo Langqin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as she calmly went mad. “I want to kill him! Kill him! To free him! To reunite him with his parents! But I can’t do it, I can’t do it! Do you understand! Does your Mo family understand this feeling of being unable to do something?”

"..." Mo Ruo had nothing to say. He didn't know how to say it. He didn't even understand the feeling Yan Cang was talking about. Perhaps Mo Li would understand?
"Don't get agitated, perhaps I have other ways to break Uncle's control over him..."

"go out!"

Yan Cang interrupted Mo Ruo.

Mo Ruo pursed his lips, his eyes lowered, clearly showing he was in the wrong, and then he closed the door and left.

As she walked down the corridor, Mo Ruo was surprised to find herself running into Mo Wangchuan.

Mo Wangchuan still had that kind expression, but at this moment he was not accompanied by any person or beast. There were only green pillars and the shadows of trees that appeared and disappeared around him.

"Mo Ruo... come here for a moment." Mo Wangchuan beckoned to Mo Ruo with one hand behind his back and the other hand behind his back. "Come and talk to Grandpa."

"Okay, Grandpa," Mo Ruo replied and walked straight over. (End of Chapter)