He guessed that the disease should be a congenital disease, formed for unknown reasons, and he called it the killing body. Moreover, this physique is extremely rare. He looked through a lot of books and found no records of this disease. It is very likely that there has only been one case in history, Mo Dong'er.
Such a disease cannot be cured at all. Mo Wen can only watch Mo Dong'er go towards destruction step by step. One can imagine the pain he is in.
But what he didn't expect was that the girl named Mo Qingge had the same disease as Mo Dong'er - a congenital killing body!
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 discovered that Mo Qingge's hair was covered with a layer of dark red blood light. The light was so faint that it was even difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
But considering Mo Wen's familiarity with that thing, how could he not notice it? That smell, those symptoms, there was absolutely no mistake.
The killing body is no different from ordinary people at ordinary times. It will only show signs of eruption in the month before it erupts. Mo Qingge should be at the time of the killing aura eruption. It may take a month or a week for the killing aura in her body to erupt completely.
If you can't resist, then the only outcome will be death!
"What's wrong with me?"
Mo Qingge smiled, her voice still indifferent. Except for the moment when Mo Wen mentioned that she was sick, she had some emotional fluctuations, always as calm as autumn water.
"Your killing body may break out soon. Aren't you worried?"
Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge deeply. Her personality was exactly the same as Mo Dong'er's. No matter what time it was, she was always as calm as water, without any ripples, and she never had too many emotions.
Perhaps it is true that when the yin reaches its extreme, the yang will be born, and when things reach their extremes, they will turn to the opposite. People with killing bodies symbolize the extremes of killing, violence, destruction, and blood, but their personalities are as kind as water and as immovable as a mountain.
When the murderous aura was not erupting, Mo Dong'er was always indifferent, peaceful, and quiet. The purity of her soul was so pure that it was untainted by dust, which was rare in the world.
"How do you know that?"
Mo Qingge's voice finally showed some emotion, and for the first time, her eyes rested on Mo Wen's face.
"Because I have seen people like you." Mo Wen said softly.
"Someone like me?" Mo Qingge lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before looking up. "Are there really people like me in the world?"
"Yes, someone who looks exactly like you, no matter his appearance, personality, temperament, or physique."
Mo Wen smiled, his eyes always fixed on Mo Qingge's.
He knew that people with the killing body were not born cold-blooded, but because of their killing body, their hearts were empty and spotless, and their minds were absolutely firm.
Otherwise, there will be too many distracting thoughts and evil thoughts in your mind, and your emotions will be out of control. Once the murderous body erupts, you will not be able to resist the terrible desire and murderous aura.
On the contrary, people with the killing body usually have a clear mind and are persistent. Once they have identified with a friend, they will be very firm.
"You're not talking about me, are you?"
Mo Qingge smiled calmly. What Mo Wen said was really mysterious. How could she easily believe a person who looked exactly like her? Moreover, everything was the same. I'm afraid even cloning couldn't do that.
However, she was still very curious about the fact that Mo Wen knew her physique. No one outside should know about her, so how did Mo Wen know?
"Just think of it as a story you're telling."
Mo Wen smiled, and naturally told Mo Qingge the story of him and his sister, telling it in a storytelling tone.
Mo Qingge put the book down and listened quietly, respecting the story Mo Wen told her.
It took Mo Wen a long time to finish the story. The ending of the story was that the brother still failed to save his sister's life, which brought a tragic end to the story.
"Did the little sister in the story die in the end?" Mo Qingge asked softly with her eyes lowered.
"I don't know, maybe alive, maybe dead."
Mo Wen gave a speechless bitter smile. He didn't know the ending of the story. From the moment Mo Wen entered the Misty Forest, the rest of the story was cut off from Master Xuanhuang.
But the probability of Mo Dong'er surviving is too slim, and that is an eternal pain in his heart.
"I will die in the end, just like Mo Dong'er."
Mo Qingge looked at Mo Wen deeply and said that he would die, but he did not have any emotion, as if he had already become indifferent to life and death.
"I will try my best to keep you alive." Mo Wen took a deep breath and said with a firm look in his eyes: "I will."
"You are a good storyteller. Thank you for your story. I also hope that I can have a brother who loves her just like Mo Dong'er. Unfortunately, you are not my brother."
Mo Qingge stared at Mo Wen, then quietly stood up, picked up the book, and left the reading room.
Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge's back, his heart filled with speechless emotions. Mo Qingge? Mo Dong'er? Why are there two people in the world who are so similar?
No matter what, he would never watch Mo Qingge die. He didn't defeat the killing body in that life, but he would continue to fight in this life. No matter how difficult it was, he would not 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.
No one knows what the fate of my sister Mo Dong'er in that life will be.
It was exactly noon, and Mo Wen walked to the cafeteria to eat as usual.
However, a flash of cold light came and went straight to Mo Wen's throat.
At the same time, a figure flashed past the grove on the side and quickly disappeared into the grove.
Mo Wen snorted lightly and easily intercepted the cold light. It was a two-inch long flying knife.
There was a piece of paper hanging above the flying knife, on which was written: "Friend, let's talk in the grove."
"What kind of monsters and demons are these?"
Mo Wen sneered and casually stuck the flying knife into a big tree next to him. He ignored what was written on the note and walked towards the cafeteria on his own.
Mo Wen is already an old hand in this world, so how could he just believe what others say? What good can come from a guy who hides his head and shows his tail?
If he was strong enough, he wouldn't mind going over to see who was plotting against him. But now, he would not easily place himself under the dangerous wall.
Deep in the grove, a young man stood under a big tree with a cold face and gloomy and cold eyes.
Behind him stood four people, two middle-aged men and two young men.
They stood quietly in the forest with their hands hanging down, like servants.
"Master Su, why bother to deal with a student? I can just go and catch him."
A young man stepped forward and volunteered.
"That person is not simple. He should also be an ancient warrior, and his cultivation is not inferior to yours."
Su Boyu glanced at the young man and said indifferently.
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