After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

After the majestic door opened, it turned out to be just an ordinary study room.

At a glance, the bookshelf is full of books. Mo Ji A has been compiled until Mo Ji 22.

There are also many miscellaneous notes, foreign notes, etc.

After Nanhuang and Rongfeng looked at each other, they moved separately and rummaged through the bookshelves full of books.

Nanhuang rummaged through the bookcase and found that they were basically Mo's machine arts. After flipping through it quickly, she shifted her gaze to the desk.

There is a book on Mo's mechanical skills on the desk, but there seems to be a note underneath the book.

Nanhuang went over and opened the book.

On the other hand, Rong Wuye, who was looking for clues on the bookshelf, found a miscellaneous book. There was a damaged page in the miscellany. Rong Wuye opened it and the page fell directly to the ground.

He knelt down and picked up the yellowed paper, and then his pupils trembled slightly.

I saw twelve words written on the paper with calligraphy and small seals one stroke at a time.

"The Eyes of the Ancient God can turn things around and bring the dead back to life."

His hand tightened slightly, wrinkling the page.

Eye.

Such broken eyes!

Rong Feng felt his heart twitching slightly, and he grabbed the bookshelf with one hand.

…

"Why, why? Why no one loves me, why no one wants me." The six-year-old boy lowered his head and sobbed softly.

"Young Master..."

"Young Master. Human nature is like this."

"As long as they know that you have the Eye of the Ancient God, they will either abandon you or use you! Everyone who comes close to you is doing it for your eyes! No one will like you, no one will care about you!!"

"No one will like you, no one will care about you!"

…

"Don't know who I am, don't know where I come from, don't look into my eyes!"

"Do you really care about me? Will you... not want me?"

"Don't want me..."

"Please...please..."

"Master, it's time for you to make a decision," the man said.

"Wait a little longer." On the edge of the cliff, the thirteen-year-old boy held on to his last hope, "Wait a little longer."

"Master, you should have come earlier. We have been waiting for two hours. There is no point in waiting any longer."

No one will like you, no one will care about you.

"Why don't you come?!" The tears in the young man's eyes were mixed with the rain. He stood on the cliff and looked towards the coast. "Why doesn't she come!!!"

Because you are born sinful, your birth is original sin. No one will like you, no one will care about you.

"Master!!"

The boy jumped down.

The man hurried forward to take a look and saw the young man curled up on the rocks below, hugging himself and crying.

Nanhuang, why don’t you come? I clearly know that you are the only one left!

…

"Feng, Rong Feng." A clear voice came from behind.

Rong Wuye came to his senses. He replied immediately in a daze: "Huh?"

He put away the note in his hand without leaving any trace.

"I found a piece of paper. Come and take a look." Nanhuang said.

"Um."

Rong Wuye turned around and saw a note in Nanhuang's hand. The note was not long and the content was not long.

"Brother Mo personally opened it,

Did Brother Mo find a way to solve the life-and-death calamity of his daughter Nanhuang?

Nan Zhixian worships. "

Nanhuang raised his head to look at Rong Wuye. Rong Wuye's stunned expression calmed down and said: "Life and death calamity?"

Nanhuang asked: "Are you talking about that incident a year ago?"

Nanhuang's eyes looked at Rong Wuye with hope: "Feng, did my father and mother know what I was going through, and then they found the Mo family and solved my life and death calamity. That's why I was reborn. I became Ye Nanhuang?! If this is the case, if mom and dad have mastered the secret of life and death, is it possible for them to be alive too? "

Rong Wuye replied without hesitation: "No."

"What, how do you know?" Nanhuang looked a little excited when Rong Wuye directly denied it, "How do you know that my parents can't be alive? I have survived, my parents and my brother, why can't they be alive? ?!”

Only then did Rong Feng realize what he had said. He hugged her.

"I'm sorry." He locked the trembling girl tightly in his arms. "Nanhuang, I'm sorry..."

…

Did Brother Mo find a way to solve the life-and-death calamity of his daughter Nanhuang?

The Eye of the Ancient God can reverse the course of events and bring the dead back to life.

…

In the vineyard, in Master Rong Wu's bedroom, the girl's eyes were already swollen. At this moment, she was lying quietly on the bed.

The man sat next to her and watched quietly, then stood up and went to the balcony to smoke a few cigarettes.

Cigarette butts fell on the floor on the balcony, and the man was licking the one he had just thrown down. At this time, he noticed the movement in the bedroom. The man opened the balcony door and walked into the bedroom.

"Wake up. Are you hungry or thirsty?"

Nanhuang rubbed his forehead and looked up at Master Rong Wu. He saw a small beard sprouting on the man's face.

"Have I been asleep for a long time?"

"Soon." The man said softly, "If you haven't had enough rest, go back to sleep."

Nanhuang stood up, put on his slippers, and then asked, "Are the Mo brothers okay?"

"Let them out." Rong Wuye said.

"Yeah. There's no need to hurt their lives."

In fact, even if Mr. Rong Wu released the Mo brothers, they would still suffer a lot in the agency when they returned. There is no need to let Nanhuang know about this matter.

"I didn't expect that my parents really had any interaction with the Mo family. But it doesn't look like the relationship is bad. I don't think my parents' death is necessarily related to the Mo family. But... apart from that note, I have no other clues. "

The man rubbed her hair carefully and said softly: "Don't worry, take your time. I'll always be with you, okay?"

Nanhuang lay down and said obediently: "Yes."

…

Xicheng University, in a small forest.

Ye Xinyao looked at the woman in front of her with a false smile. The woman in front of her was dressed in a white dress and looked as weak as Liu Fufeng. Even her face was extremely pale.

Ye Xinyao smiled and said: "Miss Mu, I heard that before the art competition of the three schools, it was said that Ye Nanhuang was the woman with outstanding painting ability. What? You were absent from the art competition of the three schools?"

Mu Yun looked particularly weak: "I am absent because I am sick."

"What kind of illness do you have that you can't even participate in the most important competition?"

Mu Yun was not a fool. She saw Ye Xinyao's intention and said: "I didn't want to harm Ye Nanhuang. What I told was the truth. She is indeed better than me. No, it turned out that she was Qinghuang. "

"You're not. At least that's not what you had in mind before the competition. You originally wanted to lift Ye Nanhuang up high, and then trample him down hard during the competition." Ye Xinyao said, "Miss Mu, I don't like Ye Nanhuang either. Nanhuang, why don't we join forces? As long as we join forces, Ye Nanhuang will definitely not be our opponent."

Mu Yun turned around and spoke softly with her pale lips: "Classmate Ye, if I were you, I wouldn't take advantage of Ye Nanhuang."

She didn't want to experience that fierce murderous aura a second time.