Song Qingmo only felt that the face of the person under him became distorted and terrifying, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his forehead. Regardless of whether Mu Hengshi was still injured, he pushed him aside.
Mu Hengshi groaned in confusion from the fall. With great effort, he opened his heavy eyelids and saw Song Qingmo staring at him in horror, his eyes filled with anger, hatred, and shock. He realized something was wrong. Had he been discovered? He was wrong. He didn't even know his biggest secret had been revealed.
"Song Qingmo, what's wrong with you?" Mu Hengshi called out to him with a hoarse voice, his lips cracked. Song Qingmo's mind was in a mess. Why had Mu Hengshi also been reborn? Was he destined to repeat his mistakes in this life? Or was he destined to die because of him?
The fear of humiliation in the past and the anger now have been tearing at his sanity, but in the end, reason prevailed over everything. He calmed down and was determined not to let Mu Hengshi find out that he knew he was reborn.
"I, I'm fine. You're awake! There's still some water there. Drink it quickly." Song Qingmo said this and ran out alone, leaving Mu Hengshi, full of confusion, to speculate wildly. Mu Hengshi was very smart. He realized something was wrong, but he was unwilling to think the worst.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the water in the jar, and did not speak for a long time. He hoped that God would not play such a big joke on him, letting him return to this life with no result.
The route taken by the distracted Song Qingmo miraculously matched the place Mu Heng had taken yesterday. Finally, he stopped at a place that seemed to have some traces of human activity. Out of curiosity, Song Qingmo dug away the snow pile, and unexpectedly there was a small gap there, just enough for someone to pass through.
And they could see the end at a glance. There was light there, indicating that they could get out of this gap. Looking at the gray sky above and the silent wilderness, it seemed that the search and rescue team had not returned yet. Song Qingmo vaguely guessed who was blocking the cave entrance. However, he couldn't understand why Mu Hengshi did this. Don't those wounds on his body hurt?
Besides, this person had actually been reborn. His behavior over the past year or so had been very different from his previous life. I'm afraid Mu Hengshi also knew that he had been reborn. Song Qingmo really wanted to get out of this hole immediately, leave Mu Hengshi here, and then go home to pack his bags and hide in his hometown.
He couldn't help but feel that fortune and misfortune are interdependent. If he returned to his hometown during the winter vacation and was discovered, it would be equivalent to cutting off his retreat. Now no one knows where he lives, and when he runs away, Mu Heng may not be able to find him.
As long as he hadn't been drugged and lost all his strength, and hadn't been bankrupted and burdened with a huge loan, there was no way he could have been controlled by Mu Hengshi. Besides, Wen Zhiling hadn't framed him, so Mu Hengshi had no reason to attack him.
Thinking of this, Song Qingmo was suddenly not afraid anymore. He felt confident and pretended nothing happened as he crawled out of the crack and came out of the cave. Song Qingmo breathed the air of freedom, but he didn't expect that after just a few steps, he and the people in his team stared at each other in confusion.
"Boss Song, how did you find us? We thought you were missing and were about to start searching, but you found us first. By the way, where's Young Master Mu?" The person asking this question was a lively and cheerful young member of the search and rescue team, who was now peeking over at Song Qingmo. Unfortunately, there was no one behind him but Song Qingmo.
"Hey, where's Young Master Mu?" The young comrade rubbed his head, and the others were puzzled. "He's up ahead, in a cave. I came out to look for him first. He's injured, so I let him rest there." Song Qingmo would never admit that he wanted to abandon Mu Hengshi, come back first, and then send someone to rescue him, so that he would suffer a little. In this life, Mu Hengshi had no grudge against him, and he didn't attack him, but after his rebirth, he had no reason to be soft on him.
After hearing this, the people brought by Mu Hengshi immediately ran up and asked Song Qingmo to lead the way. Song Qingmo glanced at Song Xingwu, who was being carried on a stretcher and whose complexion had now returned to normal, nodded, and turned back with those people.
Song Qingmo walked ahead nonchalantly, kicking the snow at his feet. Mu Hengshi had been reborn, so would Wen Zhiling and Song Xingwu also be reborn? Then, he shook his head. Put aside these nesting dolls. Rebirth wasn't like cabbage on the street, something you could find everywhere.
Song Qingmo was about to pry open the cave entrance and climb back out of the accumulated snow. Just as he made his move, a pair of large, white, yet reddened hands emerged from the snow. Thinking someone had resurrected from the snow, Song Qingmo quickly backed away.
He knew this person was Mu Hengshi, but he didn't expect him to be discovered so quickly. Now that he thought about this Mu Hengshi being reborn, he knew him all too well. He was ruthless and meticulous, and he had caught him many times when he tried to escape. And now, as soon as he left, he followed the scent and chased him.
Mu Hengshi noticed Song Qingmo hadn't returned for a long time, and fearing something might have happened, he ran away. But he was alone in the vast canyon. The feeling of powerlessness and pain he felt in Song Qingmo's past life, when he sneaked out and found only a cold corpse, washed over him. His eyes were red, and he ran like a mad beast towards the small cave he'd discovered the previous day. His movements were so rough that the wounds on his back tore open, forming streams of blood that eventually seeped through the fabric of Mu Hengshi's clothes and froze into chunks of blood ice in the cold air. He rushed to the cave entrance, eager to find Song Qingmo.
As soon as he came out, he ran into Song Qingmo standing in front of him with a cold face. Mu Hengshi opened his bloodshot eyes, rushed forward with trembling body and hugged Song Qingmo.
"We've found your young master. Now everyone is here, let's go back." Looking at Mu Heng, whose eyes were red, tears were flowing, and he was in a dishevel, Song Qingmo felt calm. He pushed him away and turned to catch up with the team carrying Song Xingwu.
"Song Qingmo, wait for me." Mu Hengshi was about to run after him, but when he saw Song Qingmo, the strength that supported him loosened, and he fell to the ground with weak legs.
"Young Master, please get up quickly. We will go and call Young Master Song back for you." The bodyguards of the Mu family saw Song Qingmo like this and quickly helped him up. Only then did they realize the miserable condition of Mu Hengshi's back.
Mu Hengshi was no longer as fragile as before. His eyes had turned cold, and he looked at everyone present with a warning. "Don't tell anyone about what you saw, especially the Mu family. Do my parents know?" "And don't chase him. Let's hurry back." He was in such a state of disgrace that he didn't want Song Qingmo to see this side of him.
He had already been considered inferior in Song Qingmo's eyes. If his bearing and appearance were to be disdained, he would be left with nothing to show for it. He looked at Song Qingmo's back as he hurriedly chased after Song Xingwu. What could he do about being jealous?
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