Chapter 134: Soul Returns, Reunion in Another World

Just as Jiang Ning was trying to drink the second glass of water, Nangong Ya and Luo Siyi walked in.

The couple was stunned to see Jiang Ning here, but then they saw her holding the lifeless Nangong Muyan in her arms, and they didn't want to pursue anything else.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, my Yan'er..."

Luo Siyi's eyes were red and swollen, and her tears seemed to never stop. She rushed to the bed, hugged Nangong Muyan's still warm body into her arms, and cried loudly.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Why do you do this to me? Yan'er, please don't scare your mother, please wake up..."

Luo Siyi's heartbreaking cry echoed in the room, and Nangong Ya's face was also covered with tears. Like an old man about to die, he dragged his feet as if he weighed a thousand pounds and slowly walked to the bedside, and reached out to touch Nangong Muyan's face.

That beautiful face was now quietly closed. He had died by hanging, and there was a dead person's gray on his face, but it was not yet obvious. There were red fingerprints on both cheeks, and the left half of the face had the heaviest palm prints. The other half of the face was swollen. It was from Nangong Ya's slap.

"Yan'er..."

Nangong Ya's throat seemed to have been rubbed by countless rough stones, and his voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like it came from a normal person. He touched that face, and with his other hand supporting the edge of the bed, he bent over with his head down, as if all his strength had been drained out.

Nangong Muyan, your revenge was very successful!

Jiang Ning thought about this sentence as if she accepted her fate. She stood up silently and stood aside, quietly watching the scene of the old man sending off the young man.

A deep feeling of powerlessness swept over Jiang Ning. She could never avenge Nangong Ling.

The crying continued. Jiang Ning looked at the grief-stricken couple and the dead Nangong Muyan. For some reason, she remembered a sentence that the woman had said to her.

She said, "The so-called fate, living is luck, and death is fate."

When did she say this?

Jiang Ning thought about it. It should be when she was on her first mission. The person she killed was a somewhat well-known philanthropist named Jiang Tao. The woman said this to her after she came back from the murder.

Jiang Ning still remembered that when the woman said this, there was a bit of sadness in her eyes that she could not understand.

But to this day, Jiang Ning still doesn't understand what she meant by saying this. Maybe she was drunk that day.

"Yan'er! If you die, how can I live..."

Luo Siyi's miserable cry brought Jiang Ning back to her senses. She raised her hand and pressed her temples, only to feel a headache and turned around to leave.

Jiang Ning just took a step forward and suddenly felt the space inside her body shaking. Jiang Ning

could sense that the sky covered with blood-red lotuses was twisting and collapsing, as if it was trying its best to resist some external force.

On the barrier like a barrier, all the slowly floating lotuses seemed to be madly rushing to the highest point in the sky.

When all the lotuses gathered together, Jiang Ning clearly felt that something was resonating with this space.

What was going on?

Jiang Ning pressed her temples, puzzled. This space had never had any unusual movement since she discovered it.

The crying continued in her ears. Jiang Ning planned to go back to the room and enter the space to study it carefully. However, when she looked up inadvertently, she seemed to see Nangong Muyan's hand that was hanging weakly on the bed moved its fingers.

Jiang Ning's heart sank, and she stared at that place intently. She suspected that she had seen it wrong, but she was also looking forward to it.

Maybe the spiritual spring water really has the effect of resurrection?

Then she still has a chance to take revenge with her own hands.

The blood lotus in the space has gathered into a red dot. Jiang Ning felt more and more clearly that the unknown gravitational force was getting stronger with the passage of time.

Nangong Muyan's fingers moved again!

This time Jiang Ning saw it clearly!

"Yan'er?"

Nangong Ya shouted in disbelief. He kept touching Nangong Muyan's face, and he saw Nangong Muyan's eyelashes trembling.

Nangong Ya suspected that he had cried so hard that his eyes were blurry. He quickly raised his sleeves and wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. Looking at that face again, Nangong Muyan's eyeballs were slowly moving.

"Yan'er!" Nangong Ya shouted in surprise and joy, and immediately patted Luo Siyi's shoulder and spoke incoherently: "Siyi, Siyi, Yan'er's eyes are moving, moving, moving! She is not dead, she is not dead!"

Jiang Ning returned to the bedside and stared at Nangong Muyan without blinking.

Luo Siyi stopped crying and stepped back a little with half belief and half doubt. But she cried too much today, and now everything she saw was blurred. She couldn't see the changes that Nangong Ya said, and she could only pray for a miracle with expectation.

Three pairs of eyes looked at Nangong Muyan with great concentration.

The next moment, Nangong Muyan's long eyelashes trembled again, and then, the tightly closed eyes opened, with a cold light like an arrow in her eyes, and murderous intent was not concealed.

Jiang Ning's pupils shrank suddenly, as if a thunderbolt hit her head, and the only word that came to her mind was "absurd".

She was too familiar with this look.

She is not Nangong Muyan!

She is, her!

"Nangong Muyan" opened her eyes and saw Luo Siyi who was holding her. She pushed her away suddenly, and at the same time, her hand quickly passed through Luo Siyi's hair.

Luo Siyi's plum blossom jade hairpin instantly fell into "Nangong Muyan's" hands. Jiang Ning watched her wrist move, and the hairpin stabbed Luo Siyi's neck fiercely with a fierce attack.

In a split second, Jiang Ning's body moved before her head did. She pulled Luo Siyi away and grabbed "Nangong Muyan's" wrist with her other hand to stop her from moving.

"Second sister!"

Jiang Ning called out solemnly, with a warning in her eyes.

"Nangong Muyan" looked at Jiang Ning, and when she saw her face clearly, she was shocked.

Jiang Ning took the opportunity to take off the plum blossom jade hairpin in her hand and threw it to the ground, but one hand still clamped her wrist.

All these changes happened in a flash, and Nangong Ya and Luo Siyi hadn't reacted until the plum blossom jade hairpin fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. The crisp sound of "click" brought the two back to their senses.

"You want to... kill your mother?"

Nangong Ya's joy at having his beloved daughter resurrected from the dead was instantly shattered by this horrible fact. He stared at "Nangong Muyan" with bloodshot eyes and his chest heaving.

"Nangong Muyan" ignored him and just stared at Jiang Ning.

This scene was too unexpected. Jiang Ning tried her best to calm her mind. Where Nangong Ya and Luo Siyi couldn't see, she tapped "Nangong Muyan"'s wrist several times regularly with her fingers.

That was the organization's codeword.

"The situation is complicated, don't act rashly."

"Nangong Muyan" lowered her eyes obediently, thinking about the current situation.

"Speak? Are you going to kill your mother? You beast!"

Seeing that she didn't answer, Nangong Ya asked again with great sorrow. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised one hand high and slapped "Nangong Muyan" in the face.

"Nangong Muyan" raised her head suddenly, looking at Nangong Ya's hand, a smile appeared on her lips, but there was a cold and straightforward murderous intent in her eyes.

How could this be? Isn't this looking for death?

Jiang Ning, the only one who knew the inside story, was terrified.

Before the hand fell, Jiang Ning stopped Nangong Ya: "Dad, the second sister should not be clear-headed. She doesn't know what she is doing. It's not intentional."

Nangong Ya wanted to say something, but Jiang Ning pushed them out of the room: "I'll talk to the second sister first. If there is anything, we can talk later."

The door closed with a "bang", and Nangong Ya and Luo Siyi looked at each other, completely unaware of the situation.

Jiang Ning closed the door and turned around. "Nangong Muyan" was already standing in front of her, with deep confusion in her eyes: "N, what happened?"

Jiang Ning walked to the table and sat down. She poured herself a glass of water and drank it slowly. She looked at "Nangong Muyan" who was also sitting at the table. She pulled the corners of her lips and asked instead of answering: "Are you dead? How did you die? Tell me about it."