Such an illness was incurable. He could only watch Mo Dong 'er die step by step. Mo Wen's pain was imaginable.
However, he did not expect that the girl called Mo Qingge had the same illness as Mo Dong 'er — the congenital Massacre's Host!
At that moment, he even had a strange feeling that Mo Qingge was his sister, Mo Dong 'er. Otherwise, how could they be exactly the same?
When he stood up just now, he accidentally noticed that Mo Qingge's hair was enveloped by a layer of dark red light. The light was so faint that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
However, with Mo Wen's familiarity with that thing, how could he not notice it? That aura, that symptom, it could not be wrong.
Normally, the Massacre's Host was no different from an ordinary person. Only when it was close to the outbreak would it show itself. Mo Qingge should have reached the time when the Massacre's Host would erupt. At most, it would be a month, at least a week. Then, the Massacre's Host in her body would completely erupt.
If she couldn't resist it, then the only outcome would be death!
"How am I sick?"
Mo Qingge smiled. Her voice was still indifferent. Other than the moment when Mo Wen mentioned that she was sick, she was as calm as the autumn water.
"Your Massacre's Host will probably act up again soon. Aren't you worried?"
Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge deeply. Her character was exactly the same as Mo Dong 'er. No matter what, she would be as calm as water. She would not have too many emotions.
Perhaps it was like the saying, extreme Yin produces Yang, and extreme matter produces the opposite. People with the Massacre's Host symbolized the extremity of massacre, violence, destruction, and bloodshed. However, their character was as kind as water and as immovable as a mountain.
When the Massacre's Host did not act up, Mo Dong 'er would be indifferent, peaceful, and quiet. Her heart was pure and untainted, which was rare in the world.
"How do you know?"
Mo Qingge's voice finally had some emotion. For the first time, she fixed her gaze on Mo Wen's face.
"Because I have seen someone like you," Mo Wen said softly.
"Someone like me?" Mo Qingge lowered her eyes and thought for a while before lifting her head. "Is there really someone like me in this world?"
"That's right. She is exactly like you. Regardless of appearance, character, temperament, or physique, she is exactly like you."
Mo Wen smiled, his eyes never leaving Mo Qingge's eyes.
He knew that people with the Massacre's Host were not innately cold, but because of the Massacre's Host, it caused their hearts to be empty, untainted by even a speck of dust, and their willpower to be absolutely firm.
Otherwise, if there were too many distracting thoughts in one's mind and too many demonic thoughts, the emotions would be out of control. Once the Massacre's Host broke out, one wouldn't be able to resist that terrifying desire and killing intent.
On the contrary, people with the Massacre's Host were usually clear and persistent. Once you acknowledge your friend, you will be very firm.
"You're not talking about me, are you?"
Mo Qingge smiled calmly. What Mo Wen had said was really unfathomable. How could she easily believe someone who looked exactly like her? Moreover, everything was the same. Perhaps even cloning could not do it.
However, she was still very curious about how Mo Wen knew about her constitution. No one outside should know about her, so how did Mo Wen know?
"Just think of it as me telling a story."
Mo Wen smiled and very naturally told the story of him and his sister to Mo Qingge. He used the tone of a storyteller to narrate the story.
Mo Qingge put down her book and listened quietly. She respected the story that Mo Wen told her.
After a long time, Mo Wen finally finished the story. The ending of the story was that the elder brother still couldn't save the younger sister's life, drawing a tragic end to the story.
"Did the younger sister in the story die in the end?" Mo Qingge lowered her eyes and asked softly.
"I don't know. Maybe alive, maybe dead."
Mo Wen laughed bitterly. He didn't know the ending of the story. Ever since Mo Wen entered the foggy forest, the rest of the story was cut off.
However, the probability of Mo Dong 'er surviving was too slim. That was an eternal pain in his heart.
"I will die in the end, just like Mo Dong 'er."
Mo Qingge looked deeply into Mo Wen's eyes. He said that he would die, but he didn't show any emotion. It was as if he was already indifferent to life and death.
"I will try my best to keep you alive." Mo Wen took a deep breath and said with a determined gaze, "Definitely."
"You are very good at telling stories. Thank you for your story. I also hope that I can be like Mo Dong 'er and have an elder brother who loves her dearly. Unfortunately, you are not my elder brother."
Mo Qingge stared at Mo Wen. She stood up quietly, picked up her book and left the reading room.
Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge's silhouette. His heart was filled with speechless emotions. Mo Qingge? Mo Dong 'er? Why were there two people who were so similar in this world?
No matter what, he definitely wouldn't let Mo Qingge die. In that life, he didn't defeat the Massacre's Host. In this life, he would continue to fight. No matter how difficult it was, he wouldn't give up.
Walking out of the library, Mo Wen had mixed feelings. Meeting Mo Qingge, he really didn't know if it was a coincidence or fate.
He didn't know what would happen to his younger sister Mo Dong 'er in that life.
It was noon now, so Mo Wen habitually walked to the canteen for lunch.
However, a cold light flashed and headed straight for Mo Wen's throat.
At the same time, a silhouette swept past the small forest at the side and quickly disappeared in the small forest.
Mo Wen snorted softly and casually intercepted the cold light. It was a two-inch long flying dagger.
On top of the flying dagger, there was a piece of paper. On it was written, "Friend, meet in the small forest."
"What kind of monster is this?"
Mo Wen laughed coldly and casually stuck the flying dagger into the big tree at the side. However, he didn't care about what was written on the paper and walked towards the canteen on his own.
Mo Wen had long been experienced in the Jianghu. Why would he simply listen to the words of others? What good could a guy who hid his head but showed his tail?
If his ability was strong enough, he wouldn't mind following along to find out who exactly was plotting against him. But now, he wouldn't easily put himself in danger.
In the depths of the small forest, a young man stood under a big tree with a cold expression. His eyes were cold and gloomy.
Behind him, there were four people standing. Two of them were middle-aged men and the other two were young men.
They stood quietly in the forest with their hands down, like servants.
"Young Master Su, why go through so much trouble to deal with a student? I'll just go and capture him."
A young man took a step forward and volunteered.
"That person is not simple. He should also be an ancient martial arts practitioner. Moreover, his cultivation is not below yours."
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