Grudge Breaker

Chapter 194: Love is hard to break
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"I didn't expect that Lord Si Chen could actually cook?!"

Song Weichen's face, hands and body were covered with soot from the bottom of the pot and stove. She was stunned when she saw Mo Tingfeng clean up the mess efficiently and quickly serve three dishes and a soup. For a moment, she thought the man in front of her was so handsome that he seemed to be glowing.

"You... forget it. I've already experienced the chicken soup last time. I'm not surprised that you can't cook. But if you burn yourself to death trying to cook, I really have no place to complain."

It seemed like he was complaining but in fact he was afraid. Seeing her stretching out her dirty claws and trying to steal food and put it into her mouth, Mo Tingfeng gently patted the back of her hand, pulled her to his side, wet a towel with warm water and carefully wiped off the soot on her hands and face.

"How old are you? You want to eat without washing your hands and having a face full of dirt?"

"Not small, only about 1000 years younger than you."

Knowing that he was teasing her, Song Weichen didn't take it seriously. She was so hungry that it didn't matter if her hands were a little dirty. If she delayed any longer, the food would get cold.

The two finally sat down at the table. Song Weichen made small talk, "Come to think of it, this is the last time we sat together to eat like this."

Mo Tingfeng held back his laughter as he put steamed egg custard and roasted eggplant into her bowl. He felt very satisfied watching her eat the simple meal without even raising her head.

She still remembered the last time they had a meal together was in the dining hall of Sichen Mansion, after they had come back from the open cave in Wangchuan for the Nian Niang case. She had just seen human bones for the first time, and because of the mark of her past life, she had lost her appetite and could not eat anything, unlike today...

He sighed in his heart, thinking, if this place wasn't an illusion, it would be great if they could just be an ordinary couple and live a happy and carefree life.

"I didn't expect you to cook such delicious food. Did you learn it from working for Sang Pu? It's a pity that I got the advantage."

Song Weichen patted Mo Tingfeng's arm to comfort him, "It's okay, I'll tell her in a dream later... No, tell her in a dream that I tasted it for her and it was delicious."

He wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth and put some vegetables into her bowl.

"I learned it for you a few days ago. It's because you have anorexia. When I was learning it, I was thinking, if I made it, would you eat more because of it?"

Mo Tingfeng looked at Grandma Huang's house and felt emotional.

"Now I have to thank the Seventh Master for making this illusion come true. By the way, there are dried hawthorns for sale in town today, I bought some and brought them back. I will make the appetizing hawthorn cakes I promised you before for you in the next two days."

"I promise that within ten days, I will let you eat the food I cook!" It is rude not to reciprocate, so Song Weichen began to swear allegiance.

Mo Tingfeng's hand trembled and the chopsticks fell on the table. He quickly picked them up, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"No, it's not necessary."
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He decided to change the subject. Even if it was only his spiritual consciousness that was here, if he ate the food she cooked, his cultivation would probably be damaged...

"You said that Grandma Huang told you that the person who taught her the art of forming a battle formation was a tall, masked, and sharp-voiced man - guess who I was thinking of?"

"The one who delivered the verdict to Lord Jinxian? Because they all mentioned the same characteristic, a man with a shrill voice." Song Weichen answered casually while stuffing egg custard into his mouth.

Mo Ting's eyes lit up. The little girl had a strong ability to capture sensitive information and was indeed a good candidate for analyzing and solving cases.

He was thinking of this person as well. If it was really the same person, then it would further prove that this was done intentionally by someone pretending to be a ghost, and that the plan was far-reaching and had been planned for decades or even earlier. His cunning and methods were extremely sophisticated.

But what exactly does he want to do?
What Mo Tingfeng is most worried about... is the disappearance of the former white-robed man and the sudden appearance of Luanpo Nian Niang. Could they all be related to this person?
"Do you think this mysterious masked man is related to the owner of the Ghost Market?" Song Weichen muttered with food in his mouth.

"I don't think he wears a mask to hide his identity. After all, Grandma Huang is an ordinary person, and it doesn't make sense to hide his identity from her. It is more likely that he is like Cang Yue, and wearing a mask is a need for identity etiquette. Considering that the owner of the Ghost Market has always relied on masks to define his identity, I reasonably suspect that this mysterious man is related to the owner, and it was he who pointed Grandma Huang to the Ghost Market. Maybe it is his own territory."

Song Weichen paused at this point. She suddenly thought of the masks covering the walls of Boss Shu's room in Wangyue Tower. She felt a little strange. Could he be...

Song Weichen shook her head secretly. Although Shu Tinglong was tall, his voice was not shrill. Besides, he was nice to her and had a face exactly like Gu Cangyue. She really didn't want to think of him as a bad person.

Mo Tingfeng didn't say anything. He was making a more terrifying deduction in his mind - if this mysterious man really came for him or Si Chen Mansion, and he took great pains to select the right person to set up this trap eighty years ago, just to let him jump into this formation today, then what the other party wants must not be a simple thing.

Combined with the various things that happened when Song Weichen was abducted to the ghost market, Mo Tingfeng's expression became more and more serious. By some strange coincidence, only he and Song Weichen entered this illusion array. If the person who set up the trap was the mysterious person who provided the verdict to Lord Jinxian, he must have expected the situation today, and this was exactly what he wanted! But what did he want?
What is the cause that the mysterious man induced Grandma Huang to plant eighty years ago, and the result that can only be solved today by the joint efforts of him and Song Weichen?

What is the same between Grandma Huang and Huang Hu, and between him and Song Weichen? I think this commonality is exactly what the mysterious man is looking for! .
Song Weichen was full. She threw away her chopsticks, patted her belly and sighed comfortably. It had been a long time since she had felt such enjoyment in eating.

Seeing that Mo Tingfeng was frowning in deep thought, she knew that he was trying to deduce the case, so she did not interrupt him. She stood up and quietly cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and then washed the dishes neatly - even if she was not good at cooking, she still washed the dishes very cleanly. There was boiled water in the kettle in advance, so she made a pot of hot tea, carefully brought it to the table with a tray, and brewed a cup for Mo Tingfeng, and gently placed it in front of him.

Mo Tingfeng pulled her along, and Song Weichen sat in his arms. She didn't struggle, but wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning lazily against him.

"Weiwei, you are more familiar with the Seven Ghost Lords. In your opinion, what similarities do we have with them?"

Similarities? Song Weichen thought about it, and felt a little disappointed.

I'm afraid the one who has similarities is not her, but Sang Pu.

She stood up from Mo Tingfeng's arms, suppressed the unspeakable bitterness in her heart, and sat back in her seat.

"It should be more in common with you and Sang Pu."

"How to say?"

"It's all about separation of life and death, it's all about feelings that are hard to let go, it's all about obsession that is hard to let go."

"Are you jealous of yourself in your past life again?" He noticed that she was in a wrong mood.

"No." Song Weichen said stubbornly, but he was already jealous in his heart.

Mo Tingfeng saw through it but didn't say anything. He stood up, took Song Weichen's hand and pulled her into his arms.

"You little liar, can't you find any similarities between us and them?"

Song Weichen pouted and thought for a while, "Well, it's not that there aren't any, they are always a man and a woman."

Mo Tingfeng burst out laughing. He really couldn't catch up with this little girl's thinking.

Staring into her eyes, he asked a serious question. "If we were really just an ordinary couple, and there was a war and I had to join the army, and you never heard from me again, would you..."

Before Mo Tingfeng could finish speaking, Song Weichen kissed him hurriedly, blocking the rest of his words in his throat. When she let him go, there was already a layer of mist in her eyes.

"Mo Tingfeng, I warn you, don't make random analogies. There's a saying that good ones don't work, but bad ones do."

Song Weichen paused, his voice choking with an unnoticeable sob, "I will always hear from you, and you will never leave me. No ifs, no hypotheses, no whatsoever, I don't want to be separated from you."

Mo Tingfeng felt so soft in his heart. He didn't know how many years he had waited for a Song Weichen like this.

He held her face, kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, lips, and then held her tightly in his arms, "We will never separate. I was wrong. I shouldn't have made such an analogy."

The two hugged each other silently, and suddenly the window was blown open by the wind, and some yellow acacia flowers were blown into the house.

From Song Weichen's perspective, he could just see the trunk of the acacia tree. The case of the ghost husband was closely related to the acacia tree. It was always there at the crime scene. Was it really just a symbol of Grandma Huang's feelings? Or... was there some secret hidden in the tree itself?
There was another breeze, the wooden window sash trembled slightly, and the golden rice-grain flowers floated into the house again, accompanied by the charming medicinal fragrance.

She suddenly felt inspired and gently patted Mo Tingfeng's broad back.

"Mo Tingfeng."

"Ok?"

"It is impossible for me to fall in love with the next spring. If you don't show up, I will stay by my dead tree and wait again and again."

"If you ask about the commonality, this is it." She raised her head and looked at him intently.

"Endless longing, long wait, waiting for a dead tree to bloom, waiting for a dead tree to renew its branches."
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Snapped! !

At this moment, the acacia tree outside the window made a loud crisp sound, which sounded like the sound of a tree trunk cracking. Song Weichen was frightened by the sound. Mo Tingfeng subconsciously protected her and looked out the window vigilantly. Could it be that the chaotic soul came?