Grudge Breaker

Chapter 192: Mirror Flower and Water Moon (Part )
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"Are you still running?"

Mo Tingfeng held her gently, and it was obvious that he was deliberately teasing her as he was also thinking of the scene in Qiu Shui Town at that moment.

"I won't run away. In this life, the next life, the next life, and the next life, it's you. It's you at this moment, and it will be you for eternity."

Her heart was touched and she couldn't help but speak the truth.

When Qiu Shuizhen first met him, he really wanted to escape and wished he would never see this icy guy again in his life. But now he really wants to stay with him forever.

Song Weichen tied the peace amulet tightly to the belt around his waist without saying a word. Grandma Huang was right. She really met "Mo Tingfeng" here. This made things much easier - she obviously understood the person in front of her as a "ghost" of Huang Hu who was born in this illusion and turned into the appearance of Mo Tingfeng because of her own thoughts.

"After not seeing you for a few hours, you've become so sweet?" Mo Tingfeng was somewhat unexpectedly surprised by her sudden confession.

"Because... it's you."

What Song Weichen really wanted to say was that at least it "looked" like Mo Tingfeng.

It was a pity that he didn't know where the real him was at the moment, nor did he know what the "him" in front of him was in the form of in the illusion - a tree? A cow or a horse? A fat and stupid son of a certain family? Thinking of this, Song Weichen sighed in his heart, hoping that the true entity of "him" would not be too outrageous...

Seeing the expressions on her face changing rapidly, Mo Tingfeng just found it interesting and had no idea what was going on in her little head.

At that time, he chased the chaotic soul and flew into the white light. After that, the ghost husband disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings became empty.

He didn't know how long he had been running inside, when suddenly he saw a peace sign tied to a red silk thread flying past him at a high speed. He subconsciously followed the peace sign - as soon as he got out of the void, a familiar little man bumped into him.

Speaking of which, this little guy is probably born in the year of the cat, so he is always chased by dogs.
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"Weiwei, how did you get here? Have you seen that chaotic soul?"

Mo Tingfeng tidied up her hair and looked concerned.

Song Weichen was a little stunned. Is it so real? The questions asked by Huang Hu's "henchman" are exactly the same as Boss Mo's brain circuits! Grandma Huang's illusion is too powerful.

Tsk, that's not right! Granny Huang couldn't possibly know Mo Tingfeng so well... and he actually called her Weiwei instead of Yun'er.

Could it be that... this "Mo Tingfeng" in front of me is real?

Or was it that the chaotic soul was extremely powerful and could see through her thoughts, and deliberately set up a trap to get close to her in this way, but in fact it had other hidden purposes that even Grandma Huang had not yet noticed?

Thinking of this, she became alert and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Where did we first meet? What was the first thing you said to me?"

Mo Tingfeng was stunned. Why did she ask this question out of the blue? Was she suspecting that there was something wrong with him? But he was inexplicably relieved. The little girl was quite alert. That was good.

"We first met in the Misty Forest, and the first thing I said to you was 'This is the Sleeping Realm.'"

Now it was Song Weichen's turn to be stunned, feeling very embarrassed. She had long forgotten what the first sentence Mo Tingfeng said to her was...but the location did match.

"So, where was the first time you confessed to me?"

"Tingfeng Mansion, and I did something stupid the night before and you laughed at me for a long time."

It’s him, it’s him! Our hero, little Nezha! Song Weichen suddenly thought of this sentence, and she took a step forward, stood on tiptoes and hooked her arms around his neck.

"Great! It's not Niu Ma Da Shu's stupid son, Mo Ting Feng, it's really you!"

This time, Mo Tingfeng was at a loss. What was in this little girl's head? "What kind of stupid son is this?"

But he didn't want to delve into it, so he took her waist and said something ambiguous. "Why don't you ask me what I said when I confessed my love to you? Since you don't ask, I'm going to change my words."

Mo Tingfeng looked solemnly into Song Weichen's eyes.

"Song Weichen, I love you."
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"Hey, Hu Ziyun'er, what are you doing here so late at night?"

An aunt from a nearby family came out to get firewood and saw the two people standing on the road behaving very intimately. She wanted to pretend not to see them and avoid them, but felt it was inappropriate, so she had to speak up.

Song Weichen quickly let go of the arm that was clinging to Mo Tingfeng's neck and wiped his hands on his body somewhat awkwardly.

"No, nothing, I'll go home soon, Auntie, you should have some rest early."

As he said this, he winked at Mo Tingfeng, pulled his sleeve and walked towards Huang Meiyun's house.

"You have such a good relationship, hurry up and have a child!"

The aunt's voice came from behind the two of them. If it weren't for the darkness of the night, one would have seen that Song Weichen's face was flushed red.

When Mo Tingfeng heard the aunt's address to him and Song Weichen, he immediately understood something. As Song Weichen walked and told him in detail about her experience of meeting Grandma Huang in the Seven Caves Illusion, and the purpose of the old woman begging her to come to the Huangjia Village Illusion, Mo Tingfeng had sorted out all the information in his mind and had made a decision on what to do.

He had always wondered why an external force could break the soul-locking barrier he had set up, and now it made sense - the ghost husband's soul was born from the Seven Evil Soul-locking Array, and the summons of the Seven Ghost Lords were like the power of the mother's umbilical cord to it, and its bond energy surpassed all things in the world, so Grandma Huang's illusion array had such great power that it could tear a crack in the soul-stealing soul-locking barrier he had set up. It was a blessing in disguise, otherwise he would definitely still be extremely anxious about not being able to find Song Weichen's soul.

At the same time, he would definitely feel extremely guilty for inflicting the soul-crushing punishment on this ghost husband.
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The two returned to Huang Meiyun's home. Mo Tingfeng found a candle and lit it. The warm glow shone on their faces, which really brought some of the warmth of home.

Song Weichen gently tugged at Mo Tingfeng's sleeve, his face full of guilt.

"You fell into this Huangjia Village illusion just to find me, right? Have I caused trouble to you and everyone else again..."

"I agreed to help the old lady without permission. I wanted to use my method to resolve the ghost husband's spirit. I didn't discuss it with you or consider the actual situation. You must be very worried. I'm sorry."

Holding her in his arms, Mo Tingfeng felt a deep love for her.

"Not only did you not cause any trouble, but you also made a great contribution."

"Really? Don't lie to me just to make yourself feel better."

"really."

Mo Tingfeng took Song Weichen's hand and pulled her out of the room, "Come on, let's go to the yard to watch the stars and the moon, and by the way, let me tell you a story."

There was a wooden double rocking chair under the acacia tree in the yard. The two sat side by side. Mo Tingfeng habitually pulled her towards him and let Song Weichen lean on his shoulder.

The moonlight was bright, and Song Weichen had the illusion that the moonlight here was even brighter than that in the fairyland of Yushan Yaotai.

"What story are you going to tell me?"

"Huang Hu, a native of Huangjia Village in Wanghai Town, joined the army as a fireman. Later, when the war in the southern border became intense, he was transferred to the infantry battalion for his meritorious service in protecting food and grass during the enemy's sneak attack. Later, because of his courage and strategy, he won many battles and was gradually promoted from an ordinary infantryman to the deputy commander of the fifth battalion, with about 300 people under his command."

"In the fourth month of the war, one night, Huang Hu's battalion was ordered to launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp, but the news leaked out somewhere, and the entire battalion was caught in a trap and trapped in Pingyang. It was snowing heavily at the time, and his battalion fought desperately, with only 300 people defeating more than a thousand. No one deserted... and no one survived. After the battle, the ground was covered with red snow."

Song Weichen sighed when he heard this, "No wonder the chaotic souls I saw changed their faces, and many of them looked like soldiers, most of them were his comrades-in-arms."

Mo Tingfeng nodded, "That battle was extremely brutal. I remember a sentence in the records of the time, 'Red snow and frozen earth, corpses everywhere, broken and indistinguishable, all the bones were collected and buried together.' And I have fought with it before, which also indirectly confirmed this point. The ghost husband is extremely powerful, and he probably has about 150 puppets on his body, and most of them are soldiers."

"The bones by the Wuding River are pitiful, but they are still the person in the spring girl's dream." Song Weichen felt sympathetic. He didn't know how many Grannies Huang were waiting for them behind them. It was a pity that there would be no one in their dreams for the rest of their lives.

"They sacrificed their lives for their homeland. Even if they are in their current state, they should never be punished by having their souls shattered. So this time I fully agree with your approach. Let Huang Hu's obsession go, let the chaotic souls dissipate on their own, and let those hundreds of puppets have a chance to reincarnate and continue their relationship with the person in their dream."

After saying that, Mo Tingfeng looked up at the acacia tree. He never expected that one day, he, the great Si Chen, would willingly sit under this tree and become a confused "ghost".

But it seemed... this was a higher-level acquisition that he had never had before.

It was the best thing Song Weichen taught him after his arrival.
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When Mo Tingfeng came to his senses, he found that Song Weichen was secretly wiping away tears.

"Why are you crying?" He held her tighter in his arms. Song Weichen seldom cried, and this cry made him feel very upset.

"Nothing, I just feel sorry for Grandma Huang and Brother Huzi."

"Tingfeng, don't you think that sometimes the obsession of the living is scarier than that of the dead? Granny Huang spent her entire life in a prison in Pingyang, turning herself into a part of the rocks and gravel of the ghost market, just to protect a wisp of Brother Huzi's soul. Brother Huzi was with her day and night, but because of the illusion array, they couldn't see or hear each other, let alone distinguish between the Huang Zhenyun he hated for decades and the Huang Meiyun he missed for decades."

"Is it worth it?"

"Where I come from there is a disease called Alzheimer's disease. People with the disease will gradually forget everything, including the words that came to their lips, whether they had eaten, the way home, and even who they are. It seems to me that Grandma Huang has this disease, but even if she forgets herself, she will never forget Huang Hu. And Huang Hu, even though he has become a chaotic spirit with his soul, body, five aggregates and six consciousnesses gone, he still knows to go back to Wanghai Town to find Yun'er."

"When I think about it this way, I feel she is worth it."

"What kind of existence do you think love is? It can transcend time and life and death, and make people willing to endure endless losses and bloom in hell?"

Mo Tingfeng wiped the tears from her face and kissed her eyes.

"Song Weichen."

"Ok?"

"I can't really say what love is, I just know that I exist because you are in this world."

He kissed her softly.
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The acacia flowers above their heads exuded a sweet medicinal aroma, and the two of them cuddled under the tree for a long time in silence.

Mo Tingfeng even had an illusion. Rather than saying that he and Song Weichen were willing to be accomplices in the situation in order to solve the ghost husband case and help Huang Hu and Huang Meiyun, it would be better to say that it was the two elders who were trying their best to help him and Song Weichen.

A completely secluded fantasy space, without war or killing, with spring and harmonious neighbors, two people are focused on loving each other... Paradise is nothing more than this.

If this illusion wasn't already broken and would collapse at any time, and if that chaotic soul wasn't about to run rampant and wreak havoc on the world, there wouldn't be a need to get out.