Yun Qishen

Chapter 2318 Memory Reversal
A damp breeze blew in through the hidden door, carrying the sticky smell of grass. A candle was lit, illuminating a corner deep within the secret room.

Mo Wangchuan sat in his chair, sipping the same tea that never changed. He glanced at Mo Langqin standing in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I will no longer pursue the matter of your escape. Don't stand there, sit down, let's talk."

"Yes... Elder." Mo Langqin was actually terrified, after all, with his strength, he was no match for Mo Wangchuan and could only obey.

Mo Wangchuan took a sip of tea and gently placed the teacup on the table. He stroked his beard and said, "I'll get straight to the point. Your third uncle's health isn't very good. His ghost power is constantly being depleted, and he needs your help."

When asked to help, Mo Langqin immediately thought of the time when Mo He absorbed her ghostly power and turned her into a walking corpse.

"Are you going to return all my ghostly power to my third uncle, so that I can continue to be that soulless walking corpse?"

Mo Langqin's hands were trembling, and he deliberately gripped the armrests of the chair to hide his panic.

Mo Wangchuan merely gave a faint, dry laugh. "Child, this is how you should act. Why harbor resentment? After all, this is the only purpose you have left in this world. Otherwise, you would have been discarded long ago."

Mo Langqin was speechless. After all, this was the Mo family, the Mo family that would devour people without spitting out the bones.

"However, I can allow you and that ghost beast to live peacefully in the Mo family without stripping away your mind." Mo Wangchuan's sudden words made Mo Langqin's eyes widen instantly.

Then Mo Wangchuan stretched out his hand and gestured to Mo Langqin, "All you need to do is provide your third uncle with ghost power for a period of time, and do a few things for this old man..."

After leaving the secret room, Mo Langqin went straight to Mo He's courtyard. Mo He's house was located southeast of Mo Li and Mo Ruo's room, on relatively high ground. Mo Langqin could clearly see his house from the courtyard gate.

The rain outside has stopped, but the rainwater on the ground is reluctant to disappear too soon.

Mo Ning's anger hadn't subsided after watching Mo Langqin enter the courtyard through the main gate. "Hmph, pretentious brat!"

Mo Ding tugged at Mo Ning's arm and pulled him aside. "Mo Ning, stop looking at him, let's go."

Mo Ning spat, "We should have been the ones to capture him, but instead, Mo Li and his gang got away with it!"

"Things have already come to this, what's the point of dwelling on this?" Mo Ding also harbored resentment. "Can we really defy the elders?"

"Damn it!" Mo Ning clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm until they bled.

When Mo Langqin opened the door, she saw Mo He sitting on the bed, wearing only a white undergarment.

At this moment, Mo He no longer possessed his usual imposing and oppressive aura. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked extremely haggard.

"Greetings, Third Uncle..." Mo Langqin approached and clasped his hands in greeting.

But Mo He didn't look at him directly, nor did he seem to want him to accept the gift. "So you finally decided to come back, huh? Weren't you avoiding me all this time, Lang Qin?"

"..."

Seeing that Mo Langqin remained silent, Mo He didn't have the energy to argue with him.

"Did the elder send you?" Mo He asked.

“Yes…” Mo Langqin moved closer and placed his hand on Mo He’s wrist. “The elder asked me to transfer ghost power to you.”

"Don't look at me with that face, turn your head away!"

Mo Langqin could clearly sense Mo He's disgust; Mo He was looking through his face at someone. Mo Langqin knew very well that person was his mother, Mo Tianlan.

Why did Third Uncle hate her so much? So much that he controlled himself and killed them… “What a disgusting face.” Mo He sighed coldly, turning his head away from Mo Langqin. It was as if looking at her again would make him furious enough to tear her face off.

As the ghostly power was being transferred and injected, Mo Langqin suddenly felt a force flowing back towards him. That force rushed straight to his brain, instantly tightening his nerves.

Is this... an illusion created by the connection of ghostly power, or a memory deep within Uncle Three's heart?

Before she could delve deeper into the memories, Mo Langqin discovered the figure of her mother, Mo Tianlan, in the flow of those memories.

The scene in my memory takes place in the Mo family's garden and unfolds from Mo He's perspective.

"Third Brother, what are you doing here?" A sweet voice came from behind. Mo He turned around sharply and saw a face that was still somewhat childish but already very beautiful. This face was about 70% similar to Mo Langqin's own, and it looked like his mother when she was eleven or twelve years old.

"I didn't do anything."

Mo He hurriedly hid the walnut pit he had just been carving behind his back.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" Mo Tianlan asked as she went around to look behind Mo He.

Mo He was very protective of her, keeping it a secret, saying, "I'm not going to tell you."

"Let me see~" Mo Tianlan tugged at Mo He's sleeve and acted coquettishly, while Mo He's gaze was already fixed on her.

Mo Langqin understood that gaze very well. Just like his gaze towards Bai Ying, it was a persistent, burning gaze that desired to possess.

"I said no, stay away from me!" Mo He blushed and pushed Mo Tianlan away, his voice rising slightly, "If Father sees you like this, he'll punish you again!"

Mo Tianlan had no choice but to stand obediently. She pouted and complained somewhat resentfully, "I always feel that the elders are very biased towards you boys from the main family. They are very serious and cold towards us from the branch family, let alone me, a woman from the branch family."

Mo He raised his head slightly, "After all, the men of the Mo family are the foundation of the bloodline's continuation, while the women of the Mo family have little value."

Mo Tianlan didn't like this answer, and she asked Mo He in return, "Is that how you think of your mother too?"

“My mother is nothing like those ignorant women!” Mo He answered decisively, his gaze returning to Mo Tianlan as he muttered under his breath, “You’re no different either…”

"Third Brother, what were you muttering about just now?" Mo Tianlan didn't hear clearly, but she wanted to ask.

"There's nothing here! Get away from me!" Mo He became agitated and shoved Mo Tianlan away as she approached.

"What's going on all of a sudden? Third Brother, what did you say? Tell me!"

Instead of getting angry, Mo Tianlan moved closer to Mo He, wanting to get to the bottom of things, but Mo He kept avoiding Mo Tianlan's gaze and touch.

Just then, a woman's scream came from afar.

"Ah!!! Separate! Separate!!!"

A beautiful woman in a light pink, wide-sleeved dress screamed and ran over, pulling Mo Tianlan away.

"Mother?" Mo Tianlan called out softly to the person who had arrived, and was then pulled behind the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman showed no concern for Mo Tianlan's condition; instead, she slightly bowed and greeted Mo He.

"I hope you are well, Third Young Master."