Yun Qishen

Chapter 2285 Tears

Yan Cang quietly lay beside Mo Langqin's bed, staring intently at Mo Langqin's face. The night passed, and the dawn of the next day arrived.

Mo Langqin's eyelids twitched slightly, and Yan Cang's worried and listless eyes widened instantly. When Mo Langqin opened her eyes, she excitedly grabbed Mo Langqin's hand.

"Mo Langqin, you're awake! How are you feeling?" Yan Cang stared into Mo Langqin's eyes, which were devoid of light. Mo Langqin ignored Yan Cang's greeting, causing the hope in Yan Cang's eyes to dim again. "Mo Langqin?"

Yan Cang carefully raised her hand and placed it on Mo Langqin's forehead, trying to understand Mo Langqin's current state.

Although his body was cold, he was alive again. There were no signs of damage to his internal organs or blood vessels, and his ghostly power was stable. He was just very dull in his perception of his surroundings, or rather, he didn't care about anything around him at all.

Mo Langqin has lost his mind.

"Not in your mind? Why are you not in your mind! Mo Langqin! Ah!" Just as Yan Cang was about to continue investigating and finding out the situation, Mo Langqin suddenly sat up, ruthlessly pushed Yan Cang away, and used his ghostly power to fix Yan Cang at the end of the bed.

Just as Yan Cang was about to say something, Mo Langqin pushed open the door and left like a walking corpse. It was as if the dying groans and pain of last night had become a false dream.

As the door closed, Yan Cang's calls were also blocked by the ghostly power. Mo Langqin walked indifferently down the road and soon arrived at the classroom.

Mo Ning and Mo Ding were standing at the entrance of the classroom. They were on duty today, so they arrived earlier than the other disciples.

Seeing that Mo Langqin had also arrived at the classroom so early, Mo Ning, having nothing better to do, went up to provoke her again, "Oh ho, you're here pretty early today. I thought you would cry over that Fuwa doll. Did you cry yesterday? No wonder you look like a dead person."

Mo Langqin kept her head slightly lowered, completely ignoring Mo Ning's words and not looking directly at him.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me!" Mo Ning shouted angrily, startling Mo Ding, who quickly pulled Mo Ning back.

"Mo Ning! You're doing it again!" Mo Ding scolded him. "Stop it now, stop making things worse!"

Mo Ning not only ignored Mo Ding's words, but also raised his hand and smacked Mo Langqin's head. "Mo Langqin, who are you trying to fool with that deadpan face? Give me some reaction!"

"Hey!" Mo Ding pulled Mo Ning behind him, then stepped forward and asked Mo Langqin with some fear, "Mo Langqin, are you alright?"

Mo Langqin remained silent, his head slightly lowered. His eyes were indifferent and lifeless, like a wooden puppet devoid of any vitality. If he weren't able to move, he would be no different from a corpse.

Mo Ding was sensible. Seeing that Mo Langqin ignored him, he stopped asking questions and turned to pull Mo Ning into the classroom.

"He's acting strangely; don't provoke him anymore."

As soon as Mo Ding finished speaking, Mo Ning rolled her eyes in disdain.

"What's so strange about him! Pshaw! He brought it on himself! He deserved to sacrifice what he loved!"

"Mo Ning!"

Mo Ding couldn't take it anymore. He quickly covered Mo Ning's mouth, afraid that Mo Ning would say something else. It might not be a big deal to provoke Mo Langqin now, since Mo Langqin is like a mindless puppet. But if Mo Ruo and Mo Li heard this, Mo Ning would be in big trouble.

But just as I feared, Mo Ruo was already standing behind Mo Ding and Mo Ning. This time, however, Mo Ruo wasn't angry, nor did she deliberately try to drive Mo Ning and Mo Ding away. But Mo Ding couldn't stand it. Upon seeing Mo Ruo, he pulled Mo Ding away hastily, without even bothering to say goodbye.

Mo Ruo approached Mo Langqin, "Seventh Brother Mo, you..."

He hesitated, wanting to express his concern yet also wanting to apologize. Last night, Mo Wangchuan talked to him a lot. Mo Wangchuan told Mo Ruo that Mo Langqin's physical condition was very poor, and that his mind was being controlled by Mo He to save his life. Therefore, he warned Mo Ruo not to easily change his condition.

Mo Ruo trusted Mo Wangchuan, after all, he was his own grandfather. Why would his own grandfather need to lie to him?

Throughout the day in the classroom, Mo Langqin remained in this puppet-like state. Even when Mo Ning arranged for others to bully him in secret, he did not fight back, which made the Mo family disciples who were bullying him even more arrogant.

Mo Ruo would occasionally speak up to stop him if he noticed, but he couldn't change the marks of injury on Mo Langqin's body and face.

The wounds that could have been healed with just a little ghostly power were visibly worsened on Mo Langqin's body, and the blood that flowed out was more turbid than that of an ordinary person.

In the evening, after finishing her classes, Mo Langqin dragged her slightly limping foot back to her room.

"Mo Langqin, you're back!" Yan Cang, who was pinned to the foot of the bed, smiled at Mo Langqin, but her smile was quickly replaced by worry in her eyes. "How did you get injured? Was today's sparring too intense? Or what? Let me go first, let me take a good look at your injury, okay? Mo Langqin?"

Mo Langqin stood still before the bed, a considerable distance between himself and Yan Cang. He stood there silently, his eyes devoid of light. Blood dripped continuously from his wounds onto the ground. Each drop was like a knife cutting into Yan Cang's heart.

"Please don't stay silent, please pay attention to me..." Yan Cang burst into tears. She was experiencing such pain for the first time. Between sobs, she pleaded with Mo Langqin, "Please... pay attention to me! Don't ignore me again..."

Everyone hopes for miracles, and so do monsters, but miracles don't always happen perfectly. They do happen, but they also have choices.

Mo Langqin stopped sleeping at night; he kept his eyes open, those dull, lifeless eyes that seemed to see no one.

The next morning, he would drag his battered body to the classroom again, only to return with new wounds in the evening.

Sometimes his wounds would disappear, and some ghostly power from Mo Li would attach to them.

Yan Cang's pleas were completely useless; she couldn't change Mo Langqin's condition, and her heartache was gradually numbing.

"Good morning."

"you are back!"

"Where did you get the injury on your face? Did someone hit you? Does it hurt?"

"Is the outer gate of the mountain open yet?"

Yan Cang stopped pleading. She chatted with Mo Langqin playfully as before, and greeted him to herself as she did when Mo Langqin couldn't see her.

"You said you would take Yan Cang back, you can't be so irresponsible..." Yan Cang stared at Mo Langqin's lifeless eyes, recalling the only smiling faces she had seen Mo Langqin since she was a child.

Tears, once again, uncontrollably streamed down my face.