Madam…I’m leaving.
Leng Can pursed his lips, grabbed the handle, slid down the hillside, and threw himself into Cong Mo's arms, "My wife!"
Cong Mo opened his arms and hugged his waist, catching him steadily and holding him in his arms, "I found you."
Leng Can shed two tears of grievance, bent down and buried his head in her neck, "How could you come so slowly? I missed you so much."
Cong Mo patted his back gently and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Xi was also sad, so he pulled apart their arms, forced himself to hug them together, and held them tightly.
Soldier:"……"
An old man said: "..."
He shook his head, thinking that there should be a place for him here.
"Are you okay?" Cong Mo stroked Leng Can's hair, his eyes red. "Did he hurt you?"
Leng Can hugged her arms and sobbed softly, looking pitiful. "Yes, he tied my hands and pulled my hair. He also kicked me and wanted to feed me cold steamed buns. My wife, can you bear to let me eat cold steamed buns?"
As soon as he said a word, Xi would demonstrate vividly and exaggeratedly how the Taoist priest did it.
This made Cong Mo, who was already heartbroken, even more distressed and guilty. She pushed Leng Can's hand and ordered the soldiers to take the two back. Leng Can and Li had special identities, so she only brought two soldiers this time to avoid causing other unnecessary troubles.
"You go back first. I will seek justice for you. I will bring you his head today."
Leng Can trusted her ability very much. He nodded and said, "My lady, be very careful."
He said angrily, "Hit him a few more times!"
Cong Mo nodded seriously, "Okay, wait for me to get back."
When the Taoist priest came back with half a cold steamed bun, only Cong Mo, dressed in armor, was waiting for him in the back mountain. The light reflected by the sword in his hand was enough to blind his eyes.
He knew he had fallen into a trap.
He threw the half-eaten bun in his hand to the ground and kicked it away, feeling guilty. If the sword pierced his throat, he probably wouldn't even be able to struggle. The blood would spray out in a few seconds, staining the area red. He put on a face and folded his hands in a fawning manner, "Master Cong Yao, why are you in the mood to visit me today? My back mountain is extremely empty, there's nothing interesting here."
"It's really boring." The tip of the sword rubbed against the grass, making a slight rustling sound, like a warning from the King of Hell to take his life.
Cong Mo looked like she was here to take his life. She looked no different from the King of Hell, perhaps even more terrifying. She slowly approached him and said, "My husband is missing. I heard rumors that a cat demon brought him to you. Is that true?"
"Have you ever seen my husband?"
The Taoist priest was sweating profusely, his legs weak with fear, and he stepped back. "W-how have I ever seen your family? I haven't even seen them, so naturally I'm not familiar with them. You, you've come to the wrong place."
"Really?" Cong Mo still had a smile on her lips, but the question seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. She certainly didn't believe him. "But I think it was you, Taoist Priest, who kidnapped my beautiful husband."
She snapped her free hand, and a talisman appeared at the tip of her finger. She threw it at the Taoist priest's feet and said, "Burn it."
At a command, guided by the talisman, a circle of fire instantly ignited at the Taoist's feet. Before he could escape, the fire circle had already formed, trapping him in place and unable to move. He didn't know how to break the spell created by Cong Mo. The flames burned, scorching his face. He ignored his dignity and fear, pointed at Cong Mo's nose and cursed, "Do you have any evidence? Demon masters also need evidence to arrest people. How can you say that I tied up the snake without evidence? Besides, uh..."
He covered his mouth with his hand, realizing he had let the cat out of the bag.
"Ha..." Cong Mo lifted his hair and tucked it behind his ears, revealing his round, flat forehead. His eyes reflected the burning orange-red of fire. Combined with his fair and handsome face, he looked more like a living person. He was no longer the cold and arrogant demon catcher he usually was. Instead, he had entered this world and had a soul. However, this person's soul was filled with hatred and blood. "I've always been curious about how someone as stupid as you could become a Taoist priest. You can't even tell a lie. It's really embarrassing."
The Taoist priest's face was grim, but he had nowhere to escape. He raised his hands to show his innocence, "I, we can discuss it, we can discuss it. Killing is against the law..."
"What the hell! You've upset my husband, and you need to apologize." She raised her sword and rushed forward. "How about your head?"
"Do you still want this snake to live?"
Just before the sword pierced his neck, a voice stopped her from moving. Cong Mo turned her head and her pupils suddenly constricted. She immediately retracted the sword, "I won't touch him, and you won't move either."
"Throw away the sword."
Standing opposite her was Grandma Cat, and Leng Can, who was in her arms with a knife against his neck. His body was stiff, and his eyes were full of tears. "My wife, don't worry about me."
"I'll throw it." Cong Mo immediately threw the sword to Xu Yuan and spread his hands. "Don't hurt him. I can do whatever you want..."
Grandma Cat said, "Let's leave here and let the Taoist priest complete the ceremony."
"We each have a hostage." Cong Mo naturally disagreed. "I came here just for Leng Can. There's no point in leaving now. If you dare to hurt him, this fire might burn him to a crisp."
After saying this, the fire surrounding the Taoist priest grew even bigger.
"Cat! Save me!" The Taoist priest patted the fire on his clothes and shouted, "I can't die! I want to become a god!"
Grandma Cat changed the conditions, "Then you should step back and stay away from us."
"There's no point in talking like this." Cong Mo took a few steps back, trying to reach a quick conclusion. "Tell me, I'll give you whatever you want. If it's anything I can give, I'll give it to you in exchange for Leng Can."
"Haha... What I want is this snake and the Taoist priest." The cat demon looked crazy, "I can't lose either one. What can you offer in exchange?"
"You want to help him become an immortal?" Cong Mo was puzzled. "This will not do you any good. The Taoist priest is selfish and indifferent. Heaven will definitely not accept him. But if you are willing to let Leng Can go now, I will not hold you responsible. If you need any help, I can also..."
"Master Cong Yao has always been vindictive. Do you think I believe him?" Grandma Cat interrupted her, "Master Cong Yao, don't lie to me."
After saying that, the knife was already against Leng Can's neck.
"I won't lie to you." Cong Mo wanted to reach out to stop him.
“Back off!”
"Okay, I won't go. No, don't hurt him." Cong Mo frowned and said anxiously, "We're both monsters. There's no need for you to hurt him. Monsters killing each other is unnecessary."
"Killing each other? How dare you humans say that! It is you humans who are hunting us and harming us... Hahahaha... How shameless!" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Okay, it's all our fault. Don't be impulsive." Cong Mo was afraid that she would do something unexpected because of her bad mood, so he tried his best to coax her, "Except for Leng Can, I will give you everything you want. Let him go, please."
"I have my reasons for needing the snake. Now I have the initiative, and you must listen to me," Grandma Cat shouted. "We demons have always lived in the pain of being hunted and captured by humans. Now I have tasted what it feels like to stand on a human's head... Hahaha..."
She had long forgotten her original gratitude towards Cong Mo and her yearning to integrate into the human world. Years of paranoia had tortured her and made her forget her original intention. Originally, she was just a mother.
She wiped away her tears and shouted at Cong Mo, "Kneel down and kowtow to me like you would to the emperor. How about this request?"
"This..." Seeing her hesitation, Grandma Cat pressed the knife hard, cutting her skin and leaving a bloody mark. Leng Can's expression turned into a painful and ferocious one, but he looked straight at her and mouthed, "No."
"His skin is delicate, how can you treat him like that?" Cong Mo clenched his fists, shook his head at him, and said firmly, "I will kneel. I will kneel for as long as you want. Don't hurt him."
Hearing this, Leng Can's heart was completely dead. In a trance, he remembered that Cong Mo had the same expression when he was on the cliff of the Demon Realm.
Her brows were furrowed, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a sad mist that seemed like tears. She looked at him reluctantly and mercilessly.
For him, she seemed willing to do anything, even die. She never cherished her own life, as if she could give something to save every blade of grass and every tree from being destroyed. She never lived for herself. All kinds of things tripped her up and told her that she could not live for herself in this life.
But why, at this point, he is still so weak, becoming her weak spot, holding her back everywhere, and relying on her protection.
It seemed that as long as he was by Cong Mo's side, Cong Mo would never benefit.
He was unwilling, unwilling to let Cong Mo be hurt and humiliated again for him.
Leng Can made up his mind before she knelt down.
His death must have some value.
Looking at her, tears rolled down his eyes. Leng Can half-closed his eyes and smiled. This smile was just like his name, as bright as the sun. "Goodbye..."
“…My lady.”
Cong Mo looked into his eyes and instantly knew what he wanted to do, "No!"
But when he rushed forward again, it was too late.
The blade cut the neck and blood gushed out, splashing all over the ground like flowers blooming vigorously. On the green grass, extremely gorgeous flowers watered with blood bloomed.
Leng Can closed his eyes and fell down. His cheek rubbed against Grandma Cat's knife, leaving a bloody mark on his face.
It hurts...
His body touched the cold ground. Leng Can raised his eyes with his last breath and saw Cong Mo running towards him, but it was too blurry. He was too tired to see it clearly.
Madam, I... am leaving.
Please remember... to think of me.
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