Yun Qishen

"Why are you crying? How did you become so weak after becoming a puppet?"

A clear, indifferent voice drifted in from the doorway.

“Mo Li…” Yan Cang wiped away his tears and turned to look at Mo Li at the door.

Mo Li raised his hand, and red ghostly power emanated from behind him, instantly breaking through Mo Langqin's restraints on Yan Cang.

“Grandpa and Third Uncle left the sect today, so I was able to come and see him. I heard from Mo Ruo about what happened to Lang Qin in the training hall. He has been acting very strangely lately. I heard that he was bullied during the training, but he just stood there silently and let those people bully him, which made Mo Ruo unable to control him anymore.”

Freed from her restraints, Yan Cang immediately rushed to Mo Langqin's side. She stroked his battered and bruised skin, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at his scraped and bleeding face. Mo Li's words, spoken as he approached, ignited a fire within her: "Who bullied him!"

She was going to kill those who had hurt Mo Langqin!
Mo Li stood beside Yan Cang and said, "Don't get agitated. With your current strength, you can't even break free from his ghostly power restraints. Do you still want to deal with the other Mo family disciples?"
Besides, you can't reveal yourself now, whether as the puppet you are now or as the ghost beast you were before. You should understand what I'm saying.

Yan Cang clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms. She was unwilling, she was unwilling. She could only watch as Mo Langqin suffered more and more injuries each day, while she was powerless to avenge him.

“I can’t keep watching him suffer like this. He comes back every day and just stands there, not eating, drinking, or sleeping, just like a corpse! Even we ghost beasts haven’t endured this, so why should he suffer like this…”

Mo Li placed his hand on Mo Langqin's face as well, and the red ghost power covered the wounds on Mo Langqin's face, repairing the skin in the blink of an eye.

Mo Li only put his hand down after he had completely treated Mo Langqin's injuries.

"Would you like to come with me to the library? Perhaps there's a way to help Mo Langqin there," Mo Li suddenly said to Yan Cang.

Yan Cang was naturally eager, "I'll go with you!"

Mo Li used his ghostly power to conceal Yan Cang's aura. Just as he turned to leave, one of Mo Langqin's guardian ghost beasts appeared in front of him, holding a soul-capturing incense and a soul-collecting bag.

"This is..." Mo Li was startled at first, then took the two items back into her hands. "So Lang Qin was keeping these for me."

Upon opening the soul-collecting bag, the crimson soul inside continued to wail, "It wasn't me... No... I did nothing wrong, I'm not a bad person..."

Mo Li sighed, but his expression didn't change much. He tied the soul-collecting bag tightly to block out the wailing, and then put it into his storage ring along with the soul-capturing incense.

"Let's go." Mo Li didn't delay any longer, and he quickly led Yan Cang to the library. Although the key to the library had been given to Mo He before, that didn't stop Mo Li from asking Mo Wangchuan for the key.

Upon entering the library, Yan Cang sensed a strong aura of grief, mixed with Mo Langqin's scent. Following the scent, he searched among the bookshelves and soon found it.

"It's 'The Book of Evil Arts'! There must be some magic in it that can help Mo Langqin!" Yan Cang excitedly took the book and pushed it to Mo Li.

"What are you..."

Yan Cang pursed his lips. "Actually, I don't know all the characters. The ghost beast that taught me to read was absorbed by Mo Wangchuan. I can only trouble you to look for it. Please."

"Okay, let me see." Mo Li took the book "Demon Arts" and began to read it. Mo Langqin's aura still lingered on it. He must have read it for a long time, otherwise it would be impossible for every page to retain such a strong aura.

This book has been stored for too long, and although it is safe to store in the library, it has become somewhat loose due to improper management.

Mo Li simply flipped through the pages, and several pages slipped out of the book and fell to the ground.

Yan Cang picked up the loose pages one by one, when suddenly the contents of one page captivated her. She handed that page back to Mo Li and said, "Mo Li, what's written on this? It looks strange, and there are a bunch of hand bones drawn on it."

As Mo Li sorted through the loose pages, she said, "These are anecdotes about demons and monsters from the book, called 'Love by the Moon Bone.' It tells some unusual stories about demons and ghosts, and this hand bone seems to have the meaning of betrothal. In the story, the gods use the hand bone to pledge their love, declaring their affection and responsibility to each other." "Affection and responsibility... then how exactly does that work?" Yan Cang blinked, seemingly very interested in the story.

Mo Li glanced at the loose page. "The book doesn't describe the methods in detail; it only tells the general content of the story."

Yan Cang stared at his hand, his thoughts daring. "Could it be that I'm going to take this hand bone out and put it on the other person?"

"Maybe." Mo Li couldn't give her a definite answer either.

Yan Cang suddenly asked, "Then what's the point of doing this?"

Mo Li turned the page away. "I don't know, it's just a story."

The conversation slowed down after that, and Mo Li spoke again after a while.

"We've found a way to restore Mo Langqin's sanity."

Yan Cang immediately leaned closer excitedly, and as she looked at the words in the book, she stammered as she tried to decipher them, "What do you mean by 'Tianming Yi'..."

“识阑奣 (wěng) 忆”.

Yan Cang blinked at Mo Li, "Is 'Tianming' a single character?"

"Hmm, just one word."

Mo Li's affirmation made Yan Cang a little embarrassed, but it didn't matter. She wasn't particularly concerned about that; what she cared about most right now was Mo Langqin's condition.

"So what should we do next?" Yan Cang asked.

Mo Li stared at the contents of that page, his hand unconsciously stroking his chin. "It will take a long time to enter Mo Langqin's consciousness and memories to pull his consciousness back... I think I have an idea, but let me think about it some more."

Yan Cang stared blankly at Mo Li, who was lost in thought, oblivious to everyone else.

"There's movement!"

It seemed that some books had fallen from the bookshelf. Yan Cang noticed the noise and immediately followed the sound. Mo Li naturally followed her.

But when he found the source of the sound and saw the books cascading down from the bookshelf, Mo Li frowned slightly, because he sensed a ghostly aura emanating from Yan Cang among them.

"You just touched these?" Mo Li asked.

Yan Cang shook his head. "No, I was right next to you the whole time. How could I have touched any of these?"

Mo Li didn't ask any further questions. He simply used his ghostly power to put the book back on the shelf. As he was tidying up, a broken bamboo slip came into his view.

"How did this broken bamboo slip end up here?" Mo Li subconsciously read aloud the words written on the bamboo slip, "It was hidden..."

Yan Cang suddenly jolted awake, "This is a clue to the Book of Prophecy! This is a bamboo slip written by Mo Tianlan!" (End of Chapter)