Yun Qishen

Chapter 2293 This is his fate

As they approached the mountain gate, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn. Mo Langqin's hurried footsteps finally slowed. He used his ghostly power to probe behind him, but couldn't sense any trace of Mo Ning or Mo Ding.

"Looks like we've shaken off those two."

Bai Ying followed behind Mo Langqin, panting heavily. The puppet's body couldn't provide her with enough energy, but she didn't feel tired at all. Instead, she was very happy. "I told you I wouldn't hold you back."

Seeing Bai Ying wiping away sweat with a smug smile that seemed to be seeking credit, Mo Langqin couldn't help but smile as well.

“Yes, I believe you,” he said.

They smiled at each other, and Mo Langqin reached out and grabbed Bai Ying again before continuing to rush towards the mountain gate.

"We'll reach the mountain gate soon if we just walk a little further. Baiying, can you still hold on? If not, I'll carry you on my back."

"I can manage, don't worry!"

The puppet's body was nearing its end. Bai Ying couldn't feel the puppet's legs at all; she was merely clinging to its body, moving as Mo Langqin pulled her. After using her ghostly power on Mo Ning and the others, her entire consciousness drifted around the puppet's body, as if with the passage of time she would completely detach from the puppet, reverting to her ghostly beast form, and then be cursed and locked back in that room.

Mo Langqin had only briefly dispelled the puppet's illusion when Bai Ying felt a powerful force pulling her back. She wouldn't go back; she wanted to leave the Mo family with Mo Langqin, and then they could live happily ever after.

They were getting closer and closer to the mountain gate. As they reached the last fork in the road, Bai Ying suddenly noticed three figures at the other end. They stood beside a small demon beast statue, seemingly waiting for something. "There seem to be three people standing there..."

“Those three people seem to be…” Mo Langqin looked in the direction the white figure was looking. He recognized the three figures; they were Duan Xiwu and the other two who had helped him when he met Fuwa.

"Stop looking and let's leave quickly!" Mo Langqin didn't want to get entangled with Duan Xiwu and the others. He pulled Bai Ying away quickly, as escaping the Mo family was the most important thing now. "Bai Ying, don't ask anything, just go and don't look back!"

The commotion at the fork in the road was quite significant, naturally attracting the attention of Duan Xiwu and his group.

The masked merchant took out his binoculars and looked towards the fork in the road, wondering, "Was there some noise over there just now? Could it be a ghost in broad daylight?"

Duan Xi, dressed in a black Taoist robe, crossed his arms and held his sword to his chest. He glared at the masked merchant and said, "Don't you dare run around. I won't be responsible for finding you if you get lost!"

The masked merchant was displeased upon hearing this. He put down his binoculars and retorted, "How could a grown man like me really get lost?"

Duan Xiwu raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you try?" The masked merchant immediately put on a fawning expression and hugged Duan Xiwu's leg. "No, sir! Without you, how am I supposed to live?"

Duan Xiwu didn't seem disgusted at all; instead, she playfully tried to kick the masked merchant's face with her other foot. But the guy was like a stubborn plaster, impossible to kick off, which was quite amusing.

Jian Shuhe pulled Duan Xiwu back, his tone calm and gentle, "Xiwu, stop teasing him. It seems the person who promised to provide clues has broken their promise... Let's go, if we stay here, the Mo family might find us."

"Fine!" Duan Xiwu verbally agreed to leave, but his expression betrayed his extreme displeasure. Only he knew the extent of the damage this promise to Jian Shuhe's body would inflict upon him—the man who had promised to provide them with the clue to immortality had suddenly broken his promise. Duan Xiwu couldn't remain calm about anything that harmed Jian Shuhe.

"Don't look at me like that, cheer up. It's no big deal if someone breaks their promise." Jian Shuhe, on the other hand, smiled and seemed unconcerned.

"I'm not happy." Duan Xiwu shook off the masked merchant and followed behind Jian Shuhe. His eyes were sinister, as if he would smash anything that suddenly appeared from their surroundings to pieces.

Jian Shuhe came to Duan Xiwu's side, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder to soothe his emotions, "Haha, calm down, calm down, don't be unhappy."

Duan Xi remained silent, but his expression did not change.

The masked merchant muttered behind the two men, "I bet you two will start arguing again in no time."

【Mo Langqin…】

A faint sound came from the horizon, and Duan Xiwu glared sharply at the masked merchant.

"Ok?"

The masked merchant blinked, wondering if there was something ominous around him.

“Xi Wu.” Jian Shuhe continued walking forward with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. This is his fate.”

"Fate? What fate?" The masked merchant pointed at himself, not understanding at all.

Since Shuhe had already spoken, Duan Xiwu stopped worrying about it and finally just patted the masked merchant on the back to remind him to behave himself.

"What?" The masked merchant was even more confused. "Why are you suddenly telling me to watch my step?"