Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 263 A Jealous Cat

"When I saw Ah Niang, I couldn't believe it because she was completely unrecognizable. She even looked like a ghost."

The poor woman had one leg broken and her meridians were all broken. Even the most powerful ghost doctors in the tribe were helpless and could not reconnect her broken leg. They could only relieve her pain. For this reason, they actually tried to give her Qingtuo pollen.

The Qingtuo flower is also a kind of exotic flower unique to the Qingli Mountains. The pollen made from it can paralyze people's senses, relieve severe pain in the body, and make people feel a hundred times more comfortable. Even if taken too much, it will produce a wonderful feeling of being in ecstasy, which makes people who take it unforgettable. They can only increase the dosage again and again to fill the extreme emptiness in their hearts. If they stop taking it halfway, the patient will feel unbearable pain as if thousands of ants are biting their hearts, and even completely lose their mind, like a terrible madman!
In other words, this Qingtuo pollen is both a medicine and more like a poison. Once you get addicted to it, you will become addicted to it, and develop a dependence so severe that it is impossible to quit. Whenever the "drug addiction" strikes, the pain will torture people to the point where they would rather die than live. No, to be precise, when the drug addiction strikes, the patient has lost his mind and can no longer be called a "human"!

This is the real reason why Pei Shixi wanted to hide Xiaomo's mother and found many excuses to prevent him from seeing his mother.

Because the ghost doctor in the tribe made a mistake in the treatment process and failed to control the dosage of Qingtuo pollen, Xiaomo's mother became addicted to drugs that she could not quit, turning her into a lunatic who was neither human nor ghost. They had no choice but to lock her up and slowly find a way to rescue her!
But how could he save her? At that time, Xiaomo's mother was like a ghost screaming in hell, her face had been completely changed beyond recognition, and only death could bring her relief!
When Xiao Mo mentioned his mother's miserable condition, tears welled up in his eyes. He spread out his left hand, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, just like his desperate and painful voice:

"My mother actually recognized me. She stroked my cheek, grabbed my empty right sleeve and cried loudly, asking me why I lost an arm. She said her heart ached so much and she couldn't stand the pain. She even banged her head against the stone wall until it was bloody... She begged me to save her. She said she really couldn't stand it. She had never been so miserable and painful when she was beaten by my drunkard father in the deep courtyard. My heart was broken... In the end, she knelt on the ground and begged me, asking me to help her find Qingtuo pollen, and then asking me to kill her. She even pounced on me and bit me. After biting me, she seemed to sober up and hugged me and cried loudly, saying that she was not worthy of being my mother..."

Recalling the tragic scene in the stone chamber that day, Xiao Mo couldn't help but burst into tears. He raised his only remaining left hand tremblingly and looked at Shi Xuanling in great sorrow. Every word that flowed from his lips was so sad and so desperate -

"Sister, you see, I used this hand, my only remaining left hand, to send my mother off...on her way."

Shi Xuanling's heart skipped a beat and tears instantly blurred her vision. She shook her head and moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't open her mouth. All the words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

"My mother passed away in my arms. She even sang a song that she used to sing to me when I was a child to lull me to sleep. She said that she was finally free. She also told me not to blame my fifth uncle or the ghost doctors who tried their best to treat her. She said that everything was fate and that she could sacrifice herself for the great cause of the clan without any regrets..."

"My mother passed away. She was relieved, but I held her body for a long time without moving. My heart was dead. For the first time in my life, I began to waver and started to think deeply about things I had never thought about before..."

"My mother dedicated her whole life to carrying hatred and mission, and I was branded as a member of the Feng clan from birth, becoming a cold tool of revenge. My mother and I have never lived for ourselves. There are many 'Night Walkers' like us, including my fifth uncle, Aunt Ying, and Zuo Chong's huge group of followers. Each of us has worked hard for the so-called 'restoration cause', giving up everything, even ourselves..."

"I held my mother's horrible corpse in my arms, and for the first time I began to think, what we have done, all of this, is it really...really worth it? How, what can we do to truly save the Feng family, and to fulfill the true faith and loyalty that the Fire Phoenix King has passed down from generation to generation?"

"We are a group of people with deep obsessions, burning ourselves like moths to a flame, but the path we insist on, at the end of the road, is it really... the beautiful utopia we imagined?"

"That night, my heart was completely in turmoil. I felt as if I was trapped in a vast snowstorm, unable to find the direction or the answer. When I was in the most pain and confusion, I thought of someone..."

Xiao Mo's eyes were filled with tears. She looked up at Shi Xuanling and said softly, "That's you, sister. That's why I came to find you."

It seemed that whenever he was in despair, as long as he thought of her, he could get infinite strength and salvation, just like when he broke an arm at sea and locked himself in a dark room, it was only after he got news from her that he opened the curtains again and saw the first ray of sunshine outside the house after a long absence.

The almost dead butterfly in the darkness flapped its wings, and its cooled heartbeat revived again. The boy who was buried in the sea came back to life at that moment.

He felt the gentle breeze blowing through his sleeves, looked at the world that had lost its gray color, and heard the words she had said to him. He engraved every word in his heart and never forgot it.

"You little butterfly, you must fly farther and farther, higher and higher, to the vast sea and sky, free and unfettered, and never suffer any hardship or suffering again..."

"You are innocent to begin with. No one can judge you. Everything is over. You must be happy every day from now on and live well, for yourself and for your mother..." He stretched out his hand, and in the swaying light and shadow, he seemed to see a bright-eyed, white-toothed, smart and elegant smiling face again. The beautiful sound of the bells echoed in his ears. His fingertips seemed to touch her. He stood under the sky like that, muttering to himself:
"Sister, such beautiful sunshine cannot be seen in the underworld. I want to see more with you..."

Time passed, and it seemed like a lifetime ago. He never expected that now he was not only by her side, sharing the long sunshine with her, but also sitting in the pavilion with her to enjoy the snow. Everything was so beautiful as a dream, even so good that it seemed unreal. He was always afraid that all this would vanish into thin air, and could only secretly cherish every moment with her.

And some words hidden deep in the heart, if not spoken out loud, it seems that... it will be too late.

Xiao Mo looked at Shi Xuanling, wanting to say something but stopping himself. After this incident with Fuxue, he didn't know if he could still survive. If he really had to go to the underworld alone with that secret feeling, just thinking about it... he always felt unwilling.

"Sister, actually I..."

However, before Xiao Mo could say anything, her pair of light brown eyes were already fixed on him. She leaned forward, held his hand, and said softly, word by word:

"Xiao Mo, when everything is over, I will take you home, take you back to your hometown. You put aside the past and obsessions, and follow your sister... back to Yunzhou Island, okay?"

"Sister, I..."

Xiao Mo was stunned, and the warmth coming from his hand made his heart beat wildly.

Maybe it was because the moonlight tonight was too beautiful, or maybe it was because the wind and snow blew open the door of his heart. Anyway, there were some things that he couldn't express, and he suddenly didn't want to suppress them anymore... Even if the result was not what he wanted, at least he let her know his feelings.

Their eyes met, the young man's handsome face half-bright and half-dark under the moonlight. He suddenly reached back and grasped her hand tightly. An urgent impulse surged out of his chest, and he spoke inexplicably:

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"Sister, I actually planted a flower for you... for you, a Seven Mist Flower."

"Wha, what?"

Not only was Shi Xuanling stunned, but the handsome figure in the dark also widened his eyes suddenly when he saw this scene, and a sharp chill burst out from his body.

The wind and snow were howling, the world was quiet and peaceful, and the moonlight enveloped the Sifang Pavilion. Long after Xiao Mo left, Shi Xuanling was still sitting in the pavilion, not coming to his senses.

After all, he was just a young man who had never experienced love. After Xiao Mo expressed his secret feelings, he did not dare to face Shi Xuanling again. He just left in a hurry with a slightly red face, leaving Shi Xuanling in the pavilion in a confused state, not knowing what to do.

The moon was shining brightly, and the wind and snow were pouring into the pavilion. Shi Xuanling was in a state of confusion when she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She thought it was Xiao Mo coming back, so she stood up quickly, took a deep breath, and prepared to explain to the boy:
"Xiao Mo, actually I..."

"Actually what?"

The man behind him had a sword on his waist, his brows were stern, he was taller and more handsome than Xiaomo, and his temperament was like a sharp sword unsheathed. Who else could it be but Yue Wujiu?
Shi Xuanling was stunned for a moment, with disbelief written all over her face. Yue Wujiu, however, had a calm and handsome face, and approached her step by step:

"Sister, why are you silent, um, good sister?"