Chapter 170 Obsession is not resentment, but love and separation.

The Yu family's gaze followed Yu Qing's and focused on Lin Xiudi and Chen Mo.

Lin Xiudi's soul trembled slightly at Chen Mo's heart-wrenching cries.

Her lips moved slightly, and a gentle, clear voice rang out, "Brother Mo, I've finally met you."

Her voice was as soft as a sigh: "I can feel your longing for me every single day, every single moment..."

Her gaze gently fell upon Chen Mo's pained face:

"It is precisely because of this unending longing that I cannot let go of my obsession, cannot leave in peace, and even harbor resentment because of it..."

As Chen Mo listened to her words, his heart ached as if it were being torn apart; he was overwhelmed by immense guilt and pain.

“I’m sorry, Xiudi! I’m so sorry I’m late. I’m so useless! I let you suffer so much in that darkness all by yourself… I’m so sorry…”

His voice was choked and broken, filled with endless self-blame, guilt, and deep longing.

Lin Xiudi subconsciously drifted closer to Chen Mo.

She reached out, as if to touch him, but her transparent fingertips could only pass through his body in vain.

"Don't cry, Mo-ge. I have no regrets about being able to see you one more time, hear your voice, and feel your heart."

She forced a gentle smile upwards, filled with endless longing, "I don't blame you, and I don't blame anyone else..."

She took one last deep look at Chen Mo, as if trying to etch his image into her mind.

She whispered, "Brother Mo, live well."

Then, her figure completely transformed into specks of pure white light, embarking on her journey back to the underworld.

Throughout, her soul remained pure, without a trace of darkness.

What bound her were the contract and the unwavering love in her heart until death.

When the contract was dissolved and her love could be expressed, she chose to let go and find liberation.

Obsession is not resentment, but love and separation.

Beside her, Yu Qing's illusory figure also gave her family a relieved smile, "Dad, Mom, brother... I'm leaving too."

His figure, like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, carrying a sense of liberation, his soul returning to the underworld to await rebirth.

The cemetery fell silent, with only the mournful sound of the mountain wind rustling through the leaves.

The somber atmosphere did not dissipate; instead, the departure of the two souls added to the sense of emptiness.

Just then, Chen Mo, who had been unusually quiet, slowly turned around.

His face was still wet with tears, but his eyes were unusually calm.

He looked at Shen Yuepo, his voice hoarse, "Master Shen, I have a favor to ask of you."

Shen Yuepo looked at the deathly stillness and calm in his eyes, understood in her heart, but her face remained cold and indifferent. "Speak."

Chen Mo's gaze swept over Lin Xiudi's tombstone, and then seemed to penetrate the tombstone to look at the place where she rests.

His voice was filled with endless tenderness, “My parents have long since passed away. In this world, I have no more attachments.”

He paused, then spoke each word with exceptional clarity, “Please, after I die… bury me and Xiudi together.”

Shen Yuepo showed no surprise and nodded: "Okay."

"Mr. Chen, don't do anything foolish!" Mu Ruoyan exclaimed in alarm upon hearing this.

“Yes, Xiudi would definitely want you to live a good life!” Yu Zhenghong also advised.

Chen Mo looked at them, his tone very calm, "It's too late... I drank rat poison before I came."

Upon hearing this, the Yu family members' expressions changed.

Yu Che reacted the fastest, immediately pulling out his phone and saying urgently, "I'll call an ambulance right away!"

His fingers trembled as he was about to dial 120.

However, Chen Mo suddenly reached out and grabbed Yu Che's wrist.

"Don't save me..."

He stared at Yu Che, his gaze eerily calm, a slight smile even playing at the corners of his lips.

"The drug's effects should kick in soon. If we head to the Yellow Springs now... we might still be able to catch up with her."

Yu Che felt the slight tremor in his hand as he gripped Yu Che's wrist, and saw the determination and anticipation of death in his eyes.

His finger remained on the dial key, unable to press it any further.

The words of persuasion stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Faced with a soul that is determined to die in order to catch up with its beloved, any attempt to dissuade it seems pale and powerless.

Chen Mo's gaze finally settled on Shen Yuepo, carrying a sense of entrustment:

“Master Shen, I have some savings from my lifetime. I… have made a will, and I voluntarily bequeath it all to you…”

His breathing became rapid, and his lips turned cyanotic. "Thank you for granting my last wish."

Shen Yuepo sighed softly and remained silent.

She took out her phone and dialed Xiao Yizhou's number.

The call was answered, and Xiao Yizhou's voice, tinged with doubt, came through: "Yuepo, is it over there? How did it go?"

Shen Yuepo said succinctly, "Have those five people from yesterday bring their tools to the Yu family cemetery near Wenyu Village."

Xiao Yizhou was visibly taken aback for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yuepo's voice was calm and undisturbed as he clearly uttered two words: "Digging up graves."

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Yizhou: "..."

Digging again?

The Xiao family ancestral graves were just dug up yesterday, so who will be the next target?

Although Xiao Yizhou was full of questions, he could hear the seriousness and urgency in Shen Yuepo's tone, so he immediately agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay, I'll call them over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yuepo walked to Chen Mo's side.

Yu Che helped Chen Mo, who was almost unable to stand, to sit down.

Shen Yuepo crouched down and quickly took out a small incense burner and a specially made short incense stick from his Reincarnation Ring, lighting them next to Chen Mo.

Wisps of smoke rose, carrying a calming fragrance.

This incense cannot cure the poison, but it can lessen his suffering in his final moments and reduce his struggle when his soul leaves his body.

Chen Mo leaned against Yu Che, but his eyes were fixed on the direction of Lin Xiudi's tombstone.

The relieved smile on his lips deepened, but his eyes gradually became unfocused.

He seemed to already see the road to the underworld covered with red spider lilies, and the gentle figure waiting for him ahead.

"Xiudi...wait for me..."

"This time, I won't let you leave alone again..." he murmured, his voice growing softer and softer until it finally disappeared from his lips.

The mountain wind howled, carrying the newly lit incense to pacify the soul. The smoke curled and swirled, carrying the sorrow of the living and the resolute determination of the departed.