I'm back (final chapter)
"Xiao Mo!" Leng Can flew over on his sword, hugged Cong Mo's body, and slowly landed on the ground, "Ah... Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, wake up, wake up..."
The father and mother, who were pinned down by the silver nails, looked at the images displayed in the sphere and were so angry that they almost died.
When the old man finally climbed up, he saw Leng Can holding Cong Mo and crying at the top of his lungs. The scene was similar for a moment, as if when they went to the illusion to wake up Cong Mo, Cong Mo was holding Leng Can's body.
He saw the magic circle engraved on the ground and instantly understood Cong Mo's idea.
"Cong Mo! I hate you! I hate you!"
"Why do you want to die? Why? Why? Why not someone else? We are finally together, I don't want it..."
"If you die, what about me? What about me..."
"You died and left me alone. Have you ever thought about me? What about me? What about me? What should I do? What should I do? You left me behind. What should I do..."
"What should I do..."
"Leng Can." The old man walked forward slowly, squatted down, and stroked his head, "Calm down."
"I can't calm down." Leng Can breathed rapidly and grabbed the old man's hand. "I beg you, Master, please tell them not to take Xiao Mo away, okay? She won't die, she won't die, she won't be willing to leave me alone in this world, I beg you, Master, I beg you..."
He caught a glimpse of the bracelet on his wrist. It was still translucent, with no signs of breaking. If he had just hoped for a good ending, now he was hoping for an absolute result. He held up the bracelet and showed it to him, "Master, Xiaomo said that as long as the bracelet is broken, she won't die. She wouldn't lie to me. The bracelet is still fine. Xiaomo is not dead, she is not dead. Please believe me."
"Leng Can, we..." The old man gritted his teeth and lowered his head dejectedly, "I also think Cong Mo will not die. We can go to the underworld to find her like last time. Don't cry, take her back first."
"Well, go back, go back..." Leng Can picked up Cong Mo, the old man picked up her sword, and the two of them set out on the return journey.
When Cong Mo regained consciousness, he had already arrived at the gate of the underworld.
"Oh...here you are." The King of Hell had been waiting for her here long ago.
"You're waiting for me"
"Otherwise..." The King of Hell pinched his waist.
"Then... have you ever seen a soul exactly like mine?"
"What nonsense? You're the only one here." The King of Hell looked disdainful. "I never thought your name would appear in the Book of Life and Death this time."
"Yeah." Cong Mo's attitude turned cold and he walked past him.
"So discouraging"
"I'll help you soon, no..." The King of Hell grabbed her, "How... so transparent, your soul is missing a spirit..."
Cong Mo shook off his hand, "I know it."
"?"
The King of Hell counted on his fingers and said, "You have left one soul in the human world."
Cong Mo nodded, not wanting to deny, "Yes"
"Shi...this lord..."
"How is it?" A leisurely fairy descended from the sky.
The King of Hell rolled his eyes at her and said, "Si Ming, what a coincidence you came! I was just about to tell you about the task you gave me."
"Unfortunately, I came here specifically for...Cong Mo." Siming Xingjun slowly descended, waved his hand, and shrank to the same size as Cong Mo. "You are Cong Mo..."
"Yes." Cong Mo said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"A human with quite a few tricks." The Star God of Destiny's tail skirt swayed as she turned. "He broke through the fate prescribed by the Book of Destiny, openly entered the realm of the immortals, and challenged the authority of the immortals. He is truly the first person to do so!"
Cong Mo nodded slowly, "Thank you for the compliment."
Siming Xingjun: "..."
This personality is exactly the same as what is written in the Book of Destiny.
"Hahaha...you must have choked!" The King of Hell held his stomach and laughed at her loudly.
"Ahem..." Siming Xingjun coughed twice, "This Immortal Lord has come here on a serious matter. Do you know how your soul was preserved?"
Cong Mo's expression didn't change. "I know. I dug it out."
Siming Immortal Lord: “?”
The King of Hell laughed at her and said, "I told you this girl has guts. She's much more capable than what's written in your shabby life book."
"I still have a chance to survive." Cong Mo curled his lips slightly, "It just takes some time."
"Then why don't you tell them?" Si Ming Xingjun flipped through the Siming Book.
"The chances of successfully repairing a broken soul are slim, and it's very easy to become a fool. It's a very risky act." The King of Hell said, "Only someone like you, Cong Mo, is confident enough to do this."
"I'm not sure. That's why I didn't tell them." Cong Mo lowered his eyes. "But someone can't leave me. If there's a chance, I have to give it a try."
"So what are you going to do now?" asked the Star Lord Sima Ming.
"Repair the soul."
"In the underworld?" The King of Hell curled his lips. "Why should I allow you to stay here?"
"There are many things that the underworld does not complain about when there are dead people there." Cong Mo said calmly, "I can stay here and help you do the work."
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Seventeen years later,
"Junior brother! Come and try my new snacks to see if they've improved!"
"Here I come."
He brought out a large pot of delicious snacks and placed them on the table. "Where's Master?"
Leng Can had just finished shoveling snow and untied his hair tie, letting it down. "Just now he was shoveling snow with me, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared."
"Really?" He stamped his foot in anger. "Never mind him. Try the snacks and eat more. We don't have enough time, so we made these. We'll have to pack them up for Yin Yi and the others soon."
"Then I'll eat more." Leng Can smiled, picked up a piece with one hand, took a bite on the left, then a bite on the right, and it was so hot that he kept hissing.
Li also picked up a piece of dessert and put it in his mouth, propping up his chin and looking at him, "Ah... Seventeen years have passed in a flash. I feel like you have matured a lot."
"Of course. Seventeen years have passed. If you don't mature now, you'd be a fool." Leng Can pursed his lips and said calmly, "But it's different, Senior Brother. It's only been seven or eight years since you cultivated to this level."
"Oh... don't talk about it. Spiritual energy is incompatible with her body." Li was a little depressed. "In the end, she died suddenly. I couldn't take it back, so I can't blame others."
“Everything doesn’t go as planned, so we can only let nature take its course.”
"Don't think about it. Isn't the bracelet still there? If it's there, there's a chance that Junior Sister will wake up." Li comforted him, "It's the Lantern Festival in the human world. We'll go down there to join in the fun later. Think of it as a happy occasion."
Leng Can forced a smile and said, "Well, I don't want to think too much about it."
"That's right, we can't give up..."
"You two don't even wait for me." An old man called out to them from a distance, holding a cloth bag in his arms and heading towards the house.
"What is this?" The two were attracted by what he was holding in his arms.
"I found a cat. It's freezing here, and I don't know how this cat got onto Wuqing Mountain." The old man opened the cloth bag, and a beautiful orange cat opened its eyes. Its round eyes shook, and it looked from his face to Leng Can's face. Then it kicked its hind legs and ran to him, meowing.
"You're a rare cat." The old man picked up a piece of cake. "The little black cat finally transformed into a human form and was about to go on an adventure in the human world. Now here comes an orange one."
"It's even more lively now. Winter has come. Muxue and Yanhuo are even more reluctant to go out because of the injuries they suffered that year." Leng Can didn't mind. He hugged the orange cat and gently stroked her head. "This cat has such bright eyes."
It looks like Xiaomo.
He shook his head violently, feeling that he was really confused, "Why haven't Yin Yi and the others come yet?"
With that, Yin Yi stopped in front of them on his sword, "Sorry, I'm late."
"Why not? We don't have anything important to do." He poured three cups of hot tea, kept three pieces, and picked up the remaining cakes. The old man took the opportunity to take another piece, but he was slapped. "I'll go pack the cakes. Wait for a while."
Chi Chengming and Ji Shufeng followed closely behind. Chi Chengming had injured his leg and was not walking very well, but he could smell the scent of cakes from a distance and exclaimed, "What a nice smell!"
They each took a piece and tasted it. Ji Shufeng praised it and said, "I like it."
Leng Can petted the orange cat and looked up at Yin Yi, "Still can't smell it?"
Yin Yi paused and shook his head, "I can identify herbs now without the need for smell."
"It's also very good."
"Got another cat?"
"Master just picked it up." Leng Can looked down at the coquettish orange cat, "It's very clingy to me."
"In recent years, Yaoshan has been saving people everywhere, and Xianshan has regained its spirit." The old man looked at the two of them, "It's really difficult for you young people."
"No way." Yin Yi laughed. "This is our mission. The human world is still restless. The aftereffects of that incident...are still with us, and it will take a long time to dissipate."
Yi packed the pastries and placed them in Yin Yi's arms, "Eat them on the way."
"Yi, the sect leader sent me a message through his spiritual consciousness. There are many unpleasant situations in the villages and towns on the outskirts." Ji Shufeng frowned, "We have to leave."
"Okay." Yin Yi and the other two said goodbye to them. "We just wanted to stop by and see you guys. We'll be leaving now."
After the three of them left, they also packed up and set off for the human world. One reason was that Wuqing Mountain was deserted, and they wanted to join in the fun during the Lantern Festival. The other reason was that they wanted to take advantage of the festival to buy some food to bring back to the mountain.
On the way, he asked Leng Can, "Junior brother, I recently read a somewhat dark book. I want to ask you, have you ever had the thought of... destroying the world that caused my death?"
"Not yet." Leng Can quickly denied, "This is what Xiaomo paid for with his life. I have to protect it carefully and not let anything destroy it. Otherwise, Xiaomo will blame me when he comes back."
"That's right, I said the writing in that notebook was weird." Li agreed. "I'll burn it when I get home."
When the old man heard what he said, he laughed at him and said he was a fool who was easily fooled.
Li was dissatisfied and the two started arguing.
Leng stroked the orange cat lying on his shoulder and laughed as he listened to their words.
After landing in the capital, they first played in the streets, then went to meet the emperor, had some fun in the palace, and finally returned to the mountain with a bunch of things they had bought.
The three of them were full and felt a little sleepy, so they said goodbye and went into the house.
Leng Can went to the ice room as usual to check on Cong Mo's condition. Because the body needed thinner air to be preserved, he could not sleep in the ice room with Cong Mo all the time. The three of them took turns to supply Cong Mo with spiritual power every day to maintain the integrity of her body, and he could only go to see her every night in the middle of the night and talk to her alone.
He wasn't paying attention for a moment, and the orange cat jumped off him, bit his wrist, and then ran away quickly. Leng Can thought she was just playing, but when he raised his hand, the weight on his wrist suddenly eased, and when he pulled open his sleeve, the bracelet was gone.
He had it there just now when he was in the human world. He looked carefully and found that it was the orange cat that had just pulled his bracelet away.
He was so frightened that he didn't even care about his anger. He immediately ran to the ice room and opened the door. The orange cat was sleeping peacefully beside Cong Mo, and the bracelet was on Cong Mo's hand.
"It's good that it's not broken, it's good that it's not broken..." Leng Can's beating heart calmed down a little. He walked lightly and slowly approached, "It's good that it's not broken, it means nothing is wrong."
He carefully lifted up Cong Mo's hand, his fingers touched the bracelet, and just as he was about to take it off, his palm was held back.
He widened his eyes.
Then, the voice that I miss all the time rang in my ears,
"Xiaocan..."
"I'm back…"
----over
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