Such a big thing was not told to him. Mr. Mo was so angry that he was shaking, "Jing Yi, tell me what's going on!"
Knowing that the matter was serious, he did not dare to hide anything anymore, "Shuruo was kidnapped the night before yesterday, and the secret guards only discovered the traces yesterday. When I led people to look for her, she had already opened the tomb door."
"Being kidnapped?" He was almost confused, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday!"
Xiang Jingyi lowered his head and had no words to defend.
Mr. Mo frowned slightly. Although he knew in his heart that it was Mo Shuruo who asked Xiang Jingyi not to say anything, he still couldn't help but yell angrily in a low voice: "Trash!"
All the disciples outside the house trembled in fright.
Marquis Baiyue hurriedly ordered the young lady who came later to go to the mausoleum to check.
Over there, Mr. Mo's expression softened, "Old Gu, this matter is indeed the fault of our Mo family. When Shuruo wakes up, I will make her kneel in front of her dead nephew's grave for three days to apologize."
"It's nothing serious, but Shuruo," Baiyue Marquis raised his hand to motion to Mo Shuruo on the bed, "What can you tell?"
Duke Mo sighed, "It's an old illness."
Baiyue Hou knew that Mo Shuruo had autism in his early years, but just now he was acting like crazy and no one recognized him. What kind of disease is this?
He frowned and said, "What old illness is it? Is it serious?"
"I haven't had this nightmare syndrome for a long time. I thought it was cured, but who knew it would turn out to be so erratic." He looked at Mo Shuruo distressedly, "Although the situation this time seems to be better than before, the actual condition is not good for me.
Not sure."
Marquis Baiyue comforted him: "It should be fine, don't worry too much. I'll send someone to find the doctor right now."
Mr. Mo shook his head, "It's a knot in my heart. I can't even find a doctor."
"You have to try." Baiyue Hou turned around and went out. The voice came from not far away, "Go to the city gate and post a notice seeking a doctor. Whoever can cure the nightmare disease will be rewarded heavily by me."
"Yes." The guard took the order and left quickly.
The moonlight was pale and the sky was pitch black.
After sending everyone to rest, there were only three people in the house, Duke Mo, Marquis Baiyue, and Xiang Jingyi. Although there were guards guarding the house, the surroundings were so quiet that only Mo Shuruo's intermittent breathing could be heard.
The night is fading.
A dark shadow flashed nearby, and the secret guards searched the whole city. This was the third time they came to report that no one would be able to deal with it.
Marquis Baiyue clasped his hands and sighed: "It seems we can only wait until tomorrow."
"Master Hou, someone posted the notice!" It wasn't until dawn that the good news came from outside the house.
"Please come quickly."
Not long after dawn, the sky was still hazy and misty, and the woman who was gradually approaching with the guards was dressed in dust.
Marquis Baiyue was shocked: "You are the one who revealed the notice!" Seeing that she was still young, he obviously had doubts about her ability.
"It's me." The woman in red looked directly at him, not afraid of his identity, she answered truthfully without any expression, and handed the folded notice to the guard on the side.
"Can you cure nightmare syndrome?"
The girl raised her face, her eyes filled with arrogance, "If I can't be cured, Lord Marquis can cure me."
Marquis Baiyue sighed in his heart: He has such courage at such a young age!
Although he didn't know the identity of this woman, he was really worried about Mo Shuruo. Without even thinking about it, he said, "As long as you are sure of her cure, I will certainly reward her generously." He ordered the guards, "Take her in."
"Yes." The guard held out his hand to show the way, "This way, girl, please."
He nodded to Marquis Baiyue, said nothing, and strode away with the guards.
In the house, Mr. Mo was still sitting on the bedside, looking at the sleeping Mo Shuruo. Xiang Jingyi was standing behind Mr. Mo, also looking worried. The two of them didn't know what they were thinking, and they didn't even notice anyone entering the room.
"Mr. Mo." The girl in red walked to the bed, solemnly clasped her fists and bowed to him.
Mr. Mo came back to his senses and looked up at the girl in red in front of him, "You are..."
She replied: "Junior Fang Hongzhao."
Mr. Mo's eyes suddenly seemed to be more energetic, and he stood up suddenly, "Miss Hongzhao, do you have any way to cure my granddaughter?"
"This junior will definitely go all out."
This sentence seemed to give him a reassurance, and he suddenly smiled and murmured: "That's good, that's good."
Fang Hongzhao raised his head and glanced at Xiang Jingyi, who was not very friendly, and said word by word: "I am sending a medical practice and cannot disturb others. I hope Mr. Mo will understand and please stay away for the time being."
"good."
Seeing that Mr. Mo walked out without hesitation, Xiang Jingyi was very surprised and could not continue to hold on. He could only look at Mo Shuruo worriedly, turned around, chased him out, and closed the door.
"Mr. Mo...?"
He seemed to know what Xiang Jingyi was going to ask, and raised his hand to stop him: "I know you are wondering why I trust a strange woman so much."
Mr. Mo put his hands behind his back and smiled, "If you know her identity, you won't be surprised."
Xiang Jingyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly said in surprise: "Fang's surname... Feihua Valley! Is that woman from Feihua Valley?"
Duke Mo smiled and said nothing, which was regarded as his acquiescence.
But he was still very surprised, "Feihua Valley and my Lingnan Mo family have never had a close relationship, how come..."
The people of Feihua Valley have always been aloof and aloof. Apart from the Lord of Tianmu Peak, there is probably no other person in this world who can call upon them at any time.
"It's him!" As if he finally understood, Xiang Jingyi stopped where he was, looking at Mr. Mo who had already walked away, and inadvertently frowned deeply.
Inside the room.
Fang Hongzhao first checked Mo Shuruo's pulse and then pricked the acupuncture points with silver needles. In just a moment, there was already one more person in the room.
"how?"
Fang Hongzhao slowly took out the silver needle stuck in Mo Shuruo's palm and replied, "The situation is not good." She shook her hand a few times and saw that the silver needle was still white. She put the needle away and stood up.
Looking at the man in white not far away in front of him, he said quietly: "Generally, with nightmare syndrome, you can still feel pain when you are asleep, but I just stabbed her Laogong point, but she had no reaction."
"What does this mean?"
"This shows that what traps Mo Shuruo is his inner demon."
"How can it be cured?"
"Foreign medicine cannot cure the symptoms but not the root cause. If we want to completely eradicate it..." She paused and said, "The city lord knows that heart diseases still need heart medicine."
He tilted his head slightly, "Oh?"
"If the knot in the heart cannot be untied, the soul will always be shackled in the nightmare. To untie the knot in the heart, one must understand the cause of the disease." In her open hand, a round and half-sized bead exuded a faint blush, "
This is the Peach Blossom Soul, and you should know its use better than I do. Although doctors are kind-hearted, sometimes it is inconvenient to know more about patients’ private matters than they need to know. Of course, for the city lord, since you want to save
Naturally, she doesn’t need to avoid these things.”
Yan Jue took the bead and didn't say anything. He only asked softly: "You mean, you want me to check her past through Peach Blossom Soul?"
Fang Hongzhao nodded, "Yes."
The sun is rising outside the window, and the winter fog is beginning to dissipate little by little. Water droplets are dripping from the green leaves and branches, and before they are integrated into the soil, they are suddenly evaporated in mid-air.
In the room, Yan Jue sat on the bedside, holding Mo Shuruo's hand and closing her eyes tightly. The peach blossom soul lay peacefully in their clasped hands. As the illusion gradually developed, the pink light became more intense.
(Note: The past seen through the medium of Peach Blossom Soul is not what Yan Jue saw with his own eyes →_→ After all, he can’t see anything. Because the illusion is the memory of the heroine’s past, the scene he saw is just
Another vision born from the heroine’s feelings.)
After the tragic incident on the outskirts of Lingnan, his gaze was drawn to the top of the mountain. Surrounded by a fierce cold wind, the swaying branches were almost broken. There were gravels rolling down, and through the backs of a dozen bandits, he could clearly see the cliffs standing on the edge of the mountain.
A little girl, her face was pale, her whole body was shaking violently, and her big eyes were full of tears.
Behind her was the setting sun like blood, but her stubborn strength was vaguely visible in her helpless figure.
"Don't come here... My grandpa is very powerful. If you dare to hurt me... he will make it impossible for you to live or die. "
Apart from feeling all this quietly, he couldn't make even a sound. She knew clearly that what she saw now was already in the past, and he at this moment was just a flicker of consciousness in her thoughts, but when she saw the bandit walking away with his sword drawn,
But he still had the urge to step forward to save people. This desire to protect had unknowingly penetrated deep into his subconscious.
"ah--"
With a scream, the weak figure instantly disappeared from the edge of the cliff. At that moment, her eyes were full of fear and helplessness. The kind of blood that killed innocence should not be experienced by a child.
The scene suddenly changed. After a cloud and mist passed by, the vision was covered by the black sky.
A full moon hung in the sky, and a hanging figure was reflected on the steep mountain cliff. The girl grabbed the vines with her bare hands and fell into the air. There was no point of strength under her feet, and she was already sweating profusely.
No one knows what she is thinking, even he who is in her memory cannot feel it.
A half-sized black snake emerged from the stone wall, not far from her hand, staring at her motionless with its two round yellow eyes, and spitting out a message that made a dangerous hissing sound.
"Go away..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, and tears lingered in her eyes.
However, the moment she spoke out, the black snake slowly came towards her.
She blinked twice, her vague tone full of fear, "Go away, don't come over..."
Just when the black snake opened its mouth to bite, maybe because of fear or lack of strength, or maybe because she gave up, she suddenly let go.
The whole world was distorted again, and Yan could not see her but could feel it. It was a person's complete despair for living, and he no longer had any will to survive.
Yanjue frowned, as if he had already seen the cause of the disease.
The peach blossom soul in the palm of my hand shines brightly by Yu Sheng.
In the illusion, Mo Shuruo did not die, but only suffered a slight impact when she landed because of the vines blocking her path. When Mo Gong found her, although she was unconscious, her life was not in danger.
Sadly, since she woke up, she seemed to have become isolated from the outside world. No matter what others said, she would just stare at them with dull eyes, neither speak nor expression. No one would pull her away, and she would just stay where she was.
He stayed still, and in those few years, he lived like a puppet, without emotions or consciousness.
Time flew by quickly, and except for one time when she cried desperately, nothing could cause her to react emotionally.
The illusion slowly began to dissipate.
Yanjue's consciousness also began to separate and become clear.
It can be seen that Mr. Mo has indeed used all his strength to protect her over the years.
When the light of Peach Blossom Soul disappeared, Yan Jue opened his eyes again.
"How is it?" Fang Hongzhao leaned over and glanced at Mo Shuruo, then turned to ask him. "What kind of nightmare, grudges?" Seeing his silence, she continued to ask: "Emotional injury? Or fear?"
"Despair." Fang Hongzhi was stunned for a moment. Yanjue raised her head and looked directly at her. Her voice was smooth and she slowly told: "Mo Shouting and his wife died tragically in a sneak attack. She saw the whole process and she also fell down the steep slope.
Cliff."
"Despair for life..."
She wanted to say something. To express condolences or regret to the dead Mo Shouting and his wife and Mo Shuruo who was troubled by nightmares, but in the end she couldn't speak. No one needed her pity. The dead people
Although the dead and living people have fatal injuries, they have never been vulnerable to death.
"Maybe there's a way to get her out of this predicament."
His eyes were still on the bedside, "What can I do?"
"Use the peach blossom soul to return to the illusion again and find a way to help her regain her will to survive."
"After all, this is a huge change. How can one change his will?"
"The Art of Warning Against the Cold gathers phantom energy, and the power of the Peach Blossom Soul will be used for you. As long as she changes her sorrowful thoughts and allows her to see hope, everything will become clear and the nightmare will naturally no longer bother her."
Yanjue raised his forehead and murmured: "Hope?"
Giving people hope is easy, but it is also difficult. He waved his hand and said, "Architectural illusion requires a safe enough space. You go outside and guard it, and don't let anyone disturb me."
"yes."
With the sound of the door closing, Mo Shuruo murmured softly: "Grandpa..." Her eyes opened slightly, and the next moment she turned her head and fainted.
The white mist shrouded him, he couldn't see anything, and he felt surrounded by boundless loneliness. Mo Shuruo was a little panicked, but he walked around and couldn't find an exit.
"Mo Shuruo..." She didn't know who was calling her, or where the voice came from.
"Who!" She looked around in fright, "Who are you?"
But the sound was like it had never sounded before. She ran forward, running, and suddenly noticed a figure in white clothes in the distance, so she ran after it without thinking, "Wait a minute..."
The pace of running did not stop, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. What appeared in front of her was the suburbs of Lingnan when the accident occurred that year. She stopped and saw more than twenty corpses lying on the grass. Directly in front of them, there was a
An old man who exuded shrewdness and strength helped a middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground long ago and cried bitterly. All the disciples in dark green clothes stood around them, all with red eyes and sad faces.
Of course she knew those people.
"Grandpa——" She was in unbearable pain and blurted out a cry, but they seemed to be unable to hear or see her. Just as she was about to get closer, her feet suddenly fell into the air, and she felt as if she had fallen from a height and lost her balance.
The white mist filled the air, but it was far more terrifying than hell. She subconsciously stretched out her hands to grab, and in a hurry, she grabbed a vine with her right hand. She was hanging in the air awkwardly, with an abyss beneath her, but her whole body weighed as much as a thousand pounds, which was unbearable.
.
"Mo Shuruo." A voice came from above her head. She looked up in surprise. The man in white was at the top of the cliff, holding out a hand to her, "Give me your hand."
She tried to raise her hand, but couldn't. She shook her head helplessly: "I can't do it. My body is too heavy and I can't move."
"Don't be afraid, I will save you."
She was stunned when the vines suddenly broke apart without any warning.
Her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Yan Jue——"
The body descended rapidly, and his figure gradually disappeared into a white mist. The hope that had just risen was extinguished again with him, and despair was like a flood of beasts, swallowing her up in an instant.
At that moment, she suddenly saw the white shadow leaping down and heading towards her. The long black hair flew around her face, and the tears were thrown out of her eyes too fast, turning into water droplets and flying upward.
His hand was close at hand, "Don't be afraid, I will be with you."
She nodded desperately and reached out to grab him. In an instant, the whole world collapsed, and everything was cracking and disintegrating. He grabbed her hand and rescued her from the abyss, and together they disappeared in mid-air.
Mo Shuruo frowned and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the light-colored bed curtain. When he turned his eyes, he saw Yan Jue sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed.
At that moment, my heart was filled with unspeakable meaning.
She just kept looking at him until she saw that he was starting to wake up, so she hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
In the quiet room, there was a soft sound of clothes rubbing together, as if he was looking for her breath, and he suddenly came closer. Mo Shuruo's heart suddenly jumped into his throat, and she could even feel a unique feeling.
His cold breath.
There was itching at the eyelashes. He stretched out his slender fingers to fiddle with her long eyelashes that kept beating, and chuckled: "Don't you know that if you can't sleep, your eyelashes will keep trembling."
Mo Shuruo opened his eyes immediately after hearing this. He didn't know whether he was shocked by his unreasonable words or annoyed by his shameless exposure. His whole face turned red from holding back, and he stared at him for a long time before closing his eyes weakly, and said in a hoarse voice.
: "I want you to take care of it."
At this moment, they were so close, so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing clearly, and a strange atmosphere floated between them.
Mo Shuruo closed his eyes hard, lowered his breathing deliberately, and his whole face became even redder. However, Yan Jue quickly stood up and put away the peach blossom soul on the edge of the bed. His voice did not fluctuate: "Do you know that you are suffering from nightmare disease?"
?”
"I know." She didn't intend to deny it.
His voice came from behind, and each word jumped into his ears.
"As the future successor of the Mo family, I hope you will treat things more rationally. You are no longer a child. Don't think about anything or rush forward regardless of anything. Don't do things you are not sure about, and do things you are sure about.
Do what you can. If you act emotionally like this, I'm worried about you in the future."
This was the most she heard him talk since she met him, and it was also the first time she heard him say he was worried about her. However, these words were not what she wanted to hear.
"Don't worry about Jinglouxue for now."
She felt a chill in her heart, as if she had swallowed an egg yolk, and her chest felt uncomfortable. The Nanling Living Corpse case was the one she personally accepted, but he said he didn't want her to care about it.
He was silent for a while, and probably had nothing to say. He could only say: "You have a good rest, I'll leave first."
After taking a few steps, she suddenly heard her voice choked with sobs: "I'm sorry..."
He stopped for a moment, then inexplicably couldn't move any further.
There were tears in the corners of his eyes, almost falling down, "I'm sorry to disappoint you..."
Although it was the first time she took over a case, she could not give herself an excuse to evade responsibility. Yanjue asked her to leave it alone, maybe because she was worried about her health, but if she gave up now, then she would not care about him before coming to Baiyue.
Her sworn promise turned into a joke! She didn't want to be such a person, let alone admit that she couldn't do it in front of him.
Yanjue turned to look at the head of the bed, his eyebrows were cold, but his words showed unexpected tolerance, "If you say depressing words before the matter is over, you are looking down on yourself too much."
Mo Shuruo looked up at him in surprise, "City Lord..."
"Since you took over this case, don't give up halfway. When you get better, Baiyue's matter will have to be solved by yourself."
Obviously, Yan Jue did not want Mo Shuruo to give up on this matter, but she was overthinking it. As the supreme leader of Tianmu Peak, it would not be an exaggeration to say to abandon a subordinate, even to kill him, and although this person, although
Although he has a disability, he can see through everyone's heart. This broad mind is enough for people to do their best for him and die without regrets.
A smile slowly appeared on Mo Shuruo's face, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the gloom in her heart was swept away. She said softly, "Thank you."
He was stunned for a moment, then hummed softly, "Don't think too much, have a good rest." He opened the door and went out to see a cloudless day. The bright sunshine was like the brilliance of spring, making people feel particularly comfortable, after not being exposed to the sun for a long time.
The trees suddenly came alive. He put his hand on his brow and stood lazily on the steps with his eyes half closed, "Red mandrill."
The girl who was standing in the yard with her back to him heard the sound, turned around and walked quickly closer, "Is she awake?" her voice was brisk and happy.
"Yes." Yanjue handed the peach blossom soul to her, "I don't know if it is cured. Please stay and observe for a few days."
"I know."
He turned around and walked out for a while, then suddenly turned around and said, "Ah, by the way, the young counselor you rescued escaped from the inn this morning. If I guessed correctly, he should be tied up by Yuyao in the woods on the outskirts of Dongcheng.
inside."
Fang Hongzhao twitched the corners of her mouth and said harshly: "Since he dares to escape, it's none of my business if he dies."
"Yeah."
"Ah?" Seeing his expressionless face, my own guilty conscience made me even more sarcastic, and I couldn't help but yell: "Why are you looking at me with such a suspicious look!"
He grinned, turned his head and continued walking. His hand slowly touched his heart. After coming out of the dream, the strange feeling lingered for a long time.
Just after turning a corner, a crisp sound suddenly came from the courtyard, like the collision of silverware, which echoed in my heart for a long time. It was spoken very slowly, but it sounded extremely comfortable.
"That girl...Uncle Master seems to care about her very much."
There is a woman in white standing in the shadow beside the tree. She has a smile on her lips, her tone is ordinary, and her cold breath makes people want to find out.
Yan Jue frowned slightly. He was already worried about the strange feeling in the illusion. Although he didn't quite believe it, when he heard what others said, he immediately felt very unhappy, and even his expression became calmer, "Yu Yao,
You don't need me to tell you what you should say and what shouldn't be said." His appearance was still as gentle as jade, and he had a domineering air that was thousands of miles away from others.
The white shadow slowly walked out from under the tree. The sun shone on the black hair that was almost dragged to the ground along the white dress. It was like black water soaking through the white river bed, shocking and stunning. Her brows were cold and stunning.
Her face still shows signs of being seventeen or eighteen years old, but her movements and actions are like those of a god descending to earth, and she is incredibly beautiful.
She didn't seem to care about his subtle anger, and only said mischievously: "You know your mistake, how could I forget it? The master said that you can't have feelings..." She slowly raised her head and looked straight at him.
The dazzling sun, his eyes unblinking, sighed expressionlessly: "What a pity, what a pity..."
After Yan Jue left, Fang Hongzhao lingered outside the house for a long time. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly left the wing and left the house.
After just a short while, Mo Chuan turned around from the east corridor and sneaked into Mo Shuruo's room.
He tiptoed close to the bed, leaned into her ear and called her in a low voice, "Sister——"
Mo Shuruo frowned, she was so tired that she didn't want to pay attention to him, but he kept shouting in her ear, and she felt really uncomfortable, so she could only open her eyes and look at him, "What are you doing? I didn't know I wasn't feeling well.
"
Mo Chuan knelt beside the bed, lying on the edge of the bed with his head on his arms, playing with the hanging tassels on the bedside with one hand, while looking at her with wide eyes, "No one told me, I am the last one to know every time." He muttered a few times.
He suddenly stretched out his hands and stared at her angrily: "Uncle Mo, do you know that you are in such trouble? Why does grandpa ask me to guard you every time you feel uncomfortable?"
Mo Shuruo gritted his teeth and said, "Mo Chuan, you are itchy again, aren't you? Don't think that I can't deal with you because I don't have the strength."
"Everyone is gone, so I'm not afraid of your threat!" He sat down on the bed and rolled back and forth several times while lying on her back.
She grasped the key point, "Everyone is not here? Who is not here? Where are they?"
He rolled around a few more times, hoping to make her angry. Seeing that she didn't respond, he instantly lost interest. He sat up and said, "Of course everyone means everyone except the two of us, idiot!"
Mo Shuruo was speechless, "Grandpa, where have they gone?"
"I heard from Brother Jingyan that there seems to be a living corpse appearing again." He trembled, "Now that I think about it, it still feels so scary."
"Which cemetery?"
"It seems to be called Wangsunling."
"Wang Sunling..." Mo Shuruo frowned and thought to himself: Could it be that Jinglouxue believed what he said and wanted to confirm that Baiyue Xi was indeed dead?
Mo Chuan was still talking non-stop at Bala. She smiled at him and said, "I want to sleep. I can't rest with you making trouble here. If you feel bored, go and play by yourself. You don't have to watch over me."
He grinned and immediately jumped up with joy, "Really?!"
"Um."
"You won't tell grandpa!"
"So much nonsense!" Mo Shuruo curled his lips and replied: "Ah, I can't tell. If you don't want to leave, then stay here and shut up." After saying this, he closed his eyes tiredly.
say.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound. When she opened her eyes, she found that the boy was lying on the bedside, staring at her with two big round eyes motionless. The fat on his face was raised, and he said stupidly: "You
woke up."
"Wake up!" No one wakes up just after closing his eyes and then opening them again!
Mo Chuan said: "Where can I go without anyone outside? Who will save me if I encounter a living corpse?"
He rather cherished his life.
"I said you can't go to your room and stay there."
"That's so boring."
Mo Shuruo rolled his eyes, stood up halfway, and took out a small box from the pocket beside the bed, "Take it."
"What is this?" When I took it over and took a look, I couldn't help but scream excitedly: "Wow, little red ants!!"
"Look at your potential!"
Seeing her hand over another exquisite bamboo flute, less than three inches in size, "This is..."
"The Gu Flute is used to summon red ant Gu." She emphasized: "Don't underestimate it, this is not an ordinary ant. It was raised by the insect Gu in northern Xinjiang. Although its power is small, if you can control it, given time, you can
You can also use it to control larger animals and even people.”
"so smart!!"
Mo Shuruo had a black line on his head: I hope they are lucky if they are not beaten to death by you.
"This is the music score. You can take it back and ponder it yourself. If you understand it, study it carefully. If you don't understand it, don't ask me."
Mo Chuan nodded excitedly, grabbed something and disappeared out of the door.
After finally coaxing him away, Mo Shuruo exhaled, struggled to get up, put on his clothes, picked up his pocket bag, and secretly left through the back door while holding on to the wall.