Above the long street, the smell of blood and burnt food still filled the night wind.
Demon Clan's team quickly gathered after a brief commotion. Spirit Shadow Steed snorted and dug at the broken bluestone. Several demon soldiers came out carrying the huge Ba Shan who was still unconscious.
With a dark face, Langya threw the unconscious Cang Mo into the luxurious carriage. Before leaving, he looked back at the top floor of the Fusheng Pavilion, who was looming in the clouds and mist, with complicated eyes.
She had just heard the gang explain the meaning of the divorce letter. This was undoubtedly a slap in Demon Emperor City's face, but Lin Qingyang had just saved her life, and he was obviously so terrifying that he could endure it until now without beating Cang Mo to death. It was considered to be a nostalgic for the old relationship. Taking advantage of the fact that the person was not awake at this moment, she quickly gathered the troops and went back.
The Demon Clan army whipped up a gust of wind, and Spirit Shadow Steed jumped up and quickly disappeared into the Hidden Market night.
Mo Yan looked at the Demon Clan who was going away, and then looked at the Fusheng Pavilion's top floor hidden in the clouds and mist. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, so he turned around and walked in quickly.
The hall on the first floor was in a mess, and the original feast was turned into a mess on the floor. Broken tables, chairs, cups and plates were mixed with blood and dust. Several Half-Demon guys were cleaning up the ruins in silence, but Zhu Ji was nowhere to be seen.
Mo Yan stepped onto the hanger, and slowly rose to the top floor as the mechanism was driven. The noise from downstairs gradually faded away, leaving only the creaking sound of the mechanism.
On the terrace on the top floor, the cold wind howled, but there was no one around. Mo Yan walked off the hanger and went to Lin Qingyang's room.
The door was ajar, and light came from inside, accompanied by Zhu Ji's suppressed crying and Ku Rong's rapid drinking.
Mo Yan frowned, pushed the door open, and was shocked by the sight in front of him.
Lin Qingyang was lying quietly on the bed, his face was frighteningly pale, but his lips were bright red. The blood stains on the corners of his mouth were wiped away by Zhu Ji with a cloth, and soon there was new blood foam. It spilled from his lips. The placket on his chest was open, and Ku Rong was holding Silver Needles, frowning and comparing it to his heart. The hand holding the needle was trembling in a rare way.
Several Half-Demon were waiting aside with red eyes, holding medicine bowls and utensils, and the atmosphere was depressing and dull.
Mo Yan suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. When he brought Lin Qingyang back to the Nine Skies Sect from Tianshui City five years ago, he was also dying, as if he would die at any time. He suddenly felt a panic and froze at the door, his hands and feet cold.
"Close the door! Don't let him get exposed to the wind again!" Ku Rong shouted sharply without raising his head.
A Half-Demon quickly stepped forward and closed the door. Mo Yan calmed down before walking forward. However, his throat was dry and he didn't dare to ask.
"Can you do it or not! If you drag me on any longer, I will get cold!" Zhu Ji urged with a cry.
"Shut up! If the acupuncture point is wrong, he will die!" Ku Rong yelled back angrily, then took a deep breath, his eyes focused, and Silver Needles in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he accurately penetrated several large acupuncture points on Lin Qingyang's chest.
"Ugh!"
Lin Qingyang's body suddenly arched up, letting out a painful groan, and his whole body convulsed violently. Then he vomited out a large mouthful of dark red blood clots, staining the brocade quilt underneath him red.
"Do you know how to cure it?" Zhu Ji was so frightened that he screamed.
"Stop making noise!" Ku Rong yelled, staring intently at Lin Qingyang's reaction.
After vomiting a few more mouthfuls of blood, Lin Qingyang's rapid breathing finally calmed down. His tense body relaxed and he fell back on the pillow weakly. He no longer vomited blood.
"Medicine!" Ku Rong stretched out his hand.
Half-Demon next to him immediately handed over a bowl of soup, and Zhu Ji poured the medicine into him with trembling hands.
"You're here just in time," Ku Rong looked at Mo Yan, his voice hoarse, "Use your Spiritual Power to help him protect his heart and release the power of the medicine."
Mo Yan just woke up from a dream, and quickly stepped forward to hold Lin Qingyang's cold hand, and transferred the gentle Spiritual Power into his body.
The bowl of medicine bottomed out, and after a long time, the gray color on Lin Qingyang's face faded slightly, and his breathing became longer.
Mo Yan felt a little relieved and looked up at Ku Rong and Zhu Ji, only to see that the two of them still looked solemn. Zhu Ji even turned away, covering his face with his sleeves, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.
"What... happened to him?" Mo Yan finally asked dryly.
Ku Rong put away Silver Needles tiredly, and sighed, his voice full of weakness and pain. "You should be aware of his physical condition. He Spiritual Root was severely injured at the beginning. Although he can survive, he is completely disabled and can no longer function Spiritual Power. He will be like a frail and sick mortal, lingering on the bed until the end of his life."
He paused and his voice became hoarse. "The reason why he looks so alive is because I used a 'Ku Rong tree species' inherited from my family and planted it in his Dantian, maintaining a trace of Spiritual Power."
"Then why would he..." Mo Yan asked, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
"That's not a cure, it's a transaction!" Ku Rong interrupted him with a sad tone, "The function of the Ku Rong tree species is not to repair Spiritual Root, but to act like a parasitic spiritual plant. Use your own root system to replace the damaged Spiritual Root and veins to build a temporary Spiritual Power cycle. The nutrients that maintain this cycle are not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the host's own longevity and vitality!"
Mo Yan heard a "buzzing" sound in his head, like being struck by lightning.
I finally understood why Lin Qingyang, who was still sick and had broken bones in the Nine Skies Sect, was no different from an ordinary person when we met again in Hidden Market. It turned out that it was just a cruel trade with his future life.
Ku Rong looked annoyed. "If he had only maintained the minimum Spiritual Power operation, he could have lived for another three to five years. But in order to kill Bi Yue, he used such devastating tricks... almost all his future life was burned out in an instant!"
Mo Yan stood there speechless for a long time.
"At the beginning, I didn't want to give him this fatal thing at all," Ku Rong scratched his head, with annoyance in his voice, "But his mouth... is so good at talking. I was fooled by his few words, and actually planted this death charm on him. In the past five years, I have been worried every day, fearing that he couldn't help but use Spiritual Power... In the end, it has come to this step!"
Mo Yan stared at Lin Qingyang's dejected face, and asked in a very soft voice for a long time, "How long... can he live?"
Ku Rong was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "If he hadn't swallowed a life-saving pill that I refined before taking action, tonight... I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to save him! Now that the oil is exhausted, even if Hidden Market has used up the best medicine, it will only last for a month at most."
"It's okay to mess with those bad things. It's great to do business in Hidden Market!" Zhu Ji couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
For a moment, the whole room was filled with suppressed sobs.
Mo Yan froze in place, unable to utter a word. For five years, he had known nothing about it, and he was left to carry it all by himself, step by step towards the end of his life in such a tragic way.
The person on the bed let out an extremely weak hum. "... He's not dead yet, why are he crying in advance?"
Everyone suddenly stopped crying and gathered around.
Lin Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, his distracted eyes swept over everyone's faces, and finally landed on Mo Yan. He weakly pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a relieved smile.
"I avenged them."
Mo Yan's eyes turned red and he was speechless. He just nodded his head.
Lin Qingyang was too weak. After finishing a sentence, he paused for a long time before asking in a very soft voice, "How is he...?"
Mo Yan knew that he was asking about Cang Mo, and choked with tears. "Langya took him... back to Demon Emperor City."
Lin Qingyang's eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly lowered. After a long time, he murmured almost inaudibly, "... That's good."
In the dark of night, Mo Yan walked out of the room and gently closed the door. The room was dimly lit, and there was a faint sound of sobbing.
On the rooftop, the night wind roared, making people's clothes rustle. Mo Yan took a deep breath of the cold air from high places. After a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and slowly squatted down. His suppressed cries were torn to pieces by the night wind.