Why are you crying so hard? I want to cry too...
"She's dead." Tears streamed down another Congmo's eyes, glittering and clear as a tear as it slid down his cheek, gathering on his chin and rolling down. "I felt her pain."
She didn't lie, Cong Mo knew it clearly.
The culprit was completely killed in the explosion.
Cong Mo suddenly rushed forward, grabbed her neck, pushed her to the ground, and punched her, "Are you crazy? Even if she is a remnant, she has her own consciousness, equivalent to an independent soul. You are killing a life!"
The other stranger took the punch and was knocked sideways. Cong Mo threw another punch downwards, but she raised her hand to block it. "One punch is enough."
She raised her eyes and stared at Cong Mo, the hatred in her eyes not fading at all, "She originally belonged to you and me. Death and loss of her original intention should be her fate."
"Her future should be decided by herself, not by you."
"But she's already dead." The other Cong Mo raised the corners of her lips, but the tears in her eyes could not be controlled, flowing down the corners of her eyes to the ground. She raised her hand and stroked Cong Mo's heart, "Cong Mo, aren't you supposed to be emotionless? Her death can't make you feel the slightest bit of emotion. It's really sad. After all, she longed to live..."
"Then your expectations are truly in vain." Cong Mo pinched her neck hard, "I won't be angry about this. The roots of love are growing, and the emotions are generated for you to survive and nourish your growth."
"It's such a shame you exposed me." The other Cong Mo smiled without getting angry. He took her hand and lifted it up by the wrist. Their strength was equal, so Cong Mo couldn't gain much advantage. "Her death couldn't even bring back a trace of your emotion. It's really... a worthless death."
"None of us benefit from this." Cong Mo asked in confusion, "Why do this?"
"Because..." Another Cong Mo pushed her hand, "I want you to die!"
The next second, the evil energy carried by the other Cong Mo exploded, and Cong Mo was forced to bounce away.
He turned over, seized the opportunity, and launched spiritual power at her lower body. The other Cong Mo noticed it in time and dodged. The spiritual power and magic power collided, and the huge impact sent the two flying. The other Cong Mo crashed into a tree trunk not far away. "Ahem... the only one who can compete with me is you."
Cong Mo used magic to mitigate the impact and stopped with his feet on the ground.
"Xiao Mo!"
Hearing the sound, the two Cong Mo turned their heads to look at the same time.
Leng Can hurried over, holding a few talismans in his hand. When he saw the other person's body was shiny black, but the face was Cong Mo's, he was stunned. When he heard Cong Mo's cry, he subconsciously ran towards her, "Xiao Mo, who is she? Why does she have the same face as you? What happened?"
Cong Mo hurriedly pulled him behind him and asked, "Why are you here?"
Leng Can grabbed her shoulders and said, "They are watching over the village. I'm worried about you since you haven't been back for so long."
"I'm fine." Cong Mo patted his hand to comfort him, "Just hide behind me."
"Well, I won't hold you back." Leng Can glanced at the man under the tree and felt inexplicably familiar with him.
"If you're brave enough, let's have a real fight." Cong Mo declared war on her, "What's the point of this?"
"What's that? Hahaha..." Another Cong Mo laughed out loud.
"Xiao Mo, what happened to her?" Leng Can asked.
"I don't know." Cong Mo said calmly, "Maybe he was infected by the evil spirit and went crazy."
Leng Can:
"I can let you feel that kind of heart-wrenching pain, but I don't want to." Another Cong Mo suddenly said. She looked at the intimate actions of the two people, and felt a sharp pain in her eyes, and clenched her fists.
In fact, the moment Leng Can came in, she no longer had the will to fight. She looked at Cong Mo and said viciously, "I will make you live in an empty and ignorant world for the rest of your life."
After he finished speaking, he disappeared in a wisp of black smoke.
Cong Mo held his hand tightly and looked aside, "Xiao Can, the culprit is dead. We should tell everyone about this."
Leng Can followed her gaze and noticed that the house where the vengeful master was had collapsed, and the wood was covered with layers of black. He said in disbelief, "The vengeful master... is dead."
"Yeah." Cong Mo said seriously, "I can't feel her anymore."
Leng Can couldn't believe it for a moment. Even though he had only met the culprit once, he didn't want a living soul to die in front of him.
"Let's go." Cong Mo pulled him, "We have to tell them."
The people in the village did not believe this at first. Although they were panicked, they just thought Cong Mo was joking and laughed at her. It was not until they saw the tears in Leng Can's eyes and the collapsed houses that they had to believe it. They always protected their grudge and treated their grudge very well.
…dead.
The villagers all cried, unable to accept the fact. Why was the person who harmed and abandoned them still alive, while the enemy who treated them well and gave them a chance to live died silently, when everything was thriving and moving in a good direction, she no longer had the chance to enjoy and fulfill her wish.
They refused to believe it and searched around the house for any trace of the enemy still being alive, not wanting to miss a single one.
What if there is still hope?
What if the culprit is still alive and breathing? He is just joking with them.
What if God sees their efforts and is willing to give the culprit a chance to live?
Cong Mo stood aside, watching them coldly, unable to understand what they were feeling.
The culprit was dead, she should be sad, but... she felt nothing, her lifeless heart was beating calmly, as usual, as if the death of a person was no big deal.
Everyone was crying, but she couldn't shed a tear.
Cong Mo turned and left, finding a secluded place and digging a hole as described in the book. After thinking for a while, she found that she had no relics of her enemy, so she buried the hole again.
Picking a wild flower and placing it on the turned earth, she said,
"I can't be a good ghost anymore. If I succeed in my next life, I'll reincarnate as a human, someone who accomplishes things independently."
When they returned, the Dali Temple and the soldiers had already completed their investigation and written up the case files. They were saying goodbye to Yin Yi and the others. "We will definitely report this to the emperor, return the abandoned people to the village, and give an explanation to those innocent lives lost that year."
Thus, their mission can be considered successfully completed.
After the villagers kept searching, they found a box in the shallow underground of the resentful owner's house. When they opened it, they found a very new piece of paper inside, which could be seen to have been prepared recently.
[When you see this, it's my last breath. Don't grieve. Ghosts are more easily reincarnated than humans. I only wish to restore the village to life, leaving behind a name that brings sorrow. Rong'er, I wish to hand this village over to you. I hope you can fulfill my wish.]
The old lady who had been receiving them cried while holding the box. The wrinkles between her brows had faded slightly. "Rong, Rong'er, remember this. Sister, sister, please come back. Rong'er will never talk back to you again."
She named her Rong'er in the hope that she would not be buried in hatred and self-abandonment all her life, but instead hoped that she would be proud of herself and put herself first.
Leng Can cried harder than some of the villagers, sobbing and gasping for breath. He went forward and hugged Rong'er's shoulders tightly, "Wuwu... don't cry, don't cry..."
Cong Mo looked at the box and the crying Leng Can without saying a word.
It turned out that she had felt her fate early on, knew that she would experience this sooner or later, and she knew that she would die.
She deceived herself and the entire village.
She could only be a vengeful ghost.
"Stop crying." Xi Chengming's eyes were red, and he sniffed. He went forward to pull Leng Can up, "Why are you crying?"
"I...hiccup...I want to cry." Leng Can's eyes were swollen from crying.
Xi Chengming curled his lips. Such a strong man hugged him and said, "I want to cry too... wuwu..."
Xi walked up slowly, pushed away Xi Chengming's arm, half-hugged Leng Can, and began to cry silently.
Ji Shufeng: "..."
Yin Yi: "..."
"Do you want to cry like this too?" Yin Yi looked at Ji Shufeng.
Ji Shufeng's eyes were red. "Um... maybe I'm just more rational."
"It's okay." Yin Yi pointed at Cong Mo, "The more ruthless ones are over there."
Ji Shufeng looked in the direction of his finger, only to see Cong Mo with an indifferent expression, as if she was staying out of the matter. The wind blew through her hair, caressing her cheek without causing a ripple, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with her, and she was forever detached from the world, watching the farce unfold with an expressionless face.
Ji Shufeng sighed, "Amo is just like that..."
Yin Yi took over her words, "All emotions are channeled into force, like a killer without emotions."
"That's not true..." Ji Shufeng shook her head. "Amo reads and studies. At least he has his own principles and won't blindly follow others' advice and do bad things."
After giving the resentful master a simple funeral, they bid farewell to the village and returned to the fairy mountain.
The truth will soon be revealed. Rong'er's hair will no longer be gray, and the wrinkles on his face will no longer be tangled. When the resentment here is completely dispelled and no longer shrouded in the haze, they will soon return to their original youthful appearance.
"I'm so sorry for lying to you before. We've done so many bad things, and I hope you'll forgive me."
"us…"
"We can't forgive," Cong Mo interrupted Yin Yi. "We are not the families of the people you killed. We can't forgive your crimes on their behalf. That's not fair. Moreover, even if we were their families... we couldn't fully represent their wishes."
Rong Er was a little embarrassed, "We..."
"Amo, no..."
Cong Mo stopped Yin Yi and the others and continued, "The enemy brought you along with him in his sin. It was driven by their instinct to survive, but also by their kindness, they couldn't harm the poor child, so they felt compassion. While one is good and the other bad, the two are not the same thing, and how can they cancel each other out? But regarding this... I can't make a judgment. I can neither forgive you on their behalf, nor punish you on their behalf."
Cong Mo lowered his head, looking a little confused.
"Then let them atone for their sins." Leng Can held her hand from behind, squeezed it tightly, and smiled at her.
"I believe that no one would fail to love the children they have raised and the parents who raised them, and they would... be willing to compensate the descendants or parents of those who have died."
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