“This won’t work.”
For the first time since arriving at this Rui Wei Cao Yin house, Meng Ruji sat face-to-face with Mu Sui.
To prevent him from running away, Meng Ruji was tightly gripping his hand, with their fingers interlaced. Mu Sui had struggled, but couldn’t break free, so he gave up.
He let Meng Ruji hold him, sitting across from her with a serious expression as she discussed serious matters:
“Today, Madam Lin had us kill sheep and wanted you to stab me. What if tomorrow, on a whim, she wants us to kill each other? Even worse, what if she wants us to commit suicide? My little cleverness might work once, but I can’t fool my way through every time.”
Mu Sui gave a cold laugh: “Has Madam finally come to her senses today? On the day you drank the poisoned tea, weren’t you confident and heroic?” His tone carried his usual cold sarcasm.
Meng Ruji pouted: “Husband, recall and get your facts straight. I clearly warned you, but you drank that tea regardless of the danger. I drank the tea to accompany you.” Meng Ruji pulled his hand and gripped their interlaced fingers tightly, feigning deep emotion: “This is called sharing life and death.”
Mu Sui frowned and couldn’t help struggling again: “I don’t need your company.”
Of course, his struggle failed.
So Mu Sui could only say patiently: “I have malevolent energy protecting me, I have a way out. You’ve forced yourself into a dead end. You should give up early…”
“If your husband wants to destroy the world, you should be decisive and ruthless with everyone. Why are you still leaving me a way out?” Meng Ruji propped her head on the table, studying Mu Sui. “Anyway, I can’t stop you, and this world will be gone later. I might as well kick my legs now and die beside you. I won’t live anymore.”
Hearing this, Mu Sui’s expression turned cold: “Meng Ruji…”
“Are you reluctant to let me go?” Meng Ruji interrupted him, still propping her head, asking as if casually.
Mu Sui’s lips moved, but he didn’t answer.
The room fell silent, until…
“Thud”—a stone fell.
A familiar stone that instantly transformed into a familiar person.
Mo Li sat cross-legged on the table like a New Year painting. He looked at Meng Ruji, then at Mu Sui, finally focusing on their tightly clasped hands on the table: “Did I come at a bad time?”
Meng Ruji immediately glanced toward the door, then pressed Mo Li’s head, turning him back into stone form: “Talk in dreams.” Meng Ruji glanced at Mu Sui, who was just starting to look unhappy. She sincerely invited him: “Come together.”
Then, without allowing any argument, she pulled Mu Sui to the bed, hand in hand, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, entering dreams.
Mu Sui sat beside her, looking at their clasped hands. After a moment of silence, he finally sighed and closed his eyes to enter meditation.
They arrived at Meng Ruji’s dreamscape again, chaos floating with countless mist orbs.
Meng Ruji walked through the mist and found Mu Sui and Mo Li, who had already met in the dreamscape.
“In my dreams again.” Meng Ruji glanced at Mu Sui. “This isn’t fair. Don’t you ever dream?”
Mu Sui crossed his arms, turning to look at one of Meng Ruji’s mist orbs, not answering her question.
“He’s very guarded. I’ve tried many times to enter his dreams, but I can’t get in. Qianshan Jun…” Mo Li wanted to pat Mu Sui’s shoulder, but was subtly avoided. Mo Li looked at his empty hand, not angry, and smiled: “You’re the first person I’ve encountered like this. I’ve even been to the Human God’s dreams before—her burdens weren’t as heavy as yours.”
“If you have business, speak.” Mu Sui responded coldly.
“No wonder you two make a married couple.” Mo Li pouted. “You said exactly what Little Meng said when she saw me this afternoon.”
“So what did you find out about Ye Big River? You took action this afternoon?” Meng Ruji returned to the main topic. “Madam Lin said there were mice in the backyard, which seemed to be hinting at me. That’s why I didn’t dare let you speak in the room.”
“Ye Chuan was indeed controlled in spirit before.” Speaking of this matter, Mo Li’s expression also grew serious.
“This afternoon, not long after I took him out of Rui Wei Cao Yin, he woke up, but couldn’t remember why he came here at all. He said he only remembered that after Zhan Ye was defeated, he and Tuzi separately led away some pursuers, then he didn’t know what happened.”
“There was possession?” Meng Ruji was very confused. “Who was it? That person didn’t harm his life either. Once you acted, that person ran?”
Mo Li nodded. He glanced at Mu Sui beside him, and after much consideration, finally spoke: “Qianshan Jun, regarding the identity of that possessing person, do you have any thoughts?”
Only then did Mu Sui shift his gaze from Meng Ruji’s dream mist orbs. He looked at Mo Li as if he could see right through him:
“Who is that person—don’t you already know in your heart?”
Like speaking in riddles, Mu Sui simply threw the question back. Mo Li’s expression changed slightly.
“I…”
Mo Li lowered his eyes, the emotions hidden in his expression showing a struggle Meng Ruji had never seen before.
“I just don’t dare believe… she came.”
Now it was Meng Ruji’s turn to look back and forth between Mu Sui and Mo Li. She thought for a while, as if sorting out some clues from various hints: “The person you’re talking about who possessed Ye Big River’s body—it wouldn’t be the Human God… Mo Yi, would it?”
Mu Sui didn’t confirm, but didn’t deny either.
Mo Li smiled bitterly, his fingertips trembling slightly as he covered his face: “I’m guessing—besides her, who else could possess others in No-Return Land without me noticing? I… all these days, she was already here…”
Mo Li’s words were somewhat confused, showing his disturbed state of mind.
But Meng Ruji gradually organized her thoughts from these words:
“Wait.” She held out her hand, sorting things out. “The Human God Mo Yi has made the mortal world a living hell, so many people died that even more cultivators came to No-Return Land. At this time, she came to No-Return Land, possessed Ye Big River, and then…”
Meng Ruji looked up, glancing at Mo Li, then at Mu Sui, saying incredulously:
“She’s here feeding chickens and sheep?” Meng Ruji’s eyes were full of shock. “She’s being a bit ridiculous!”
“Aren’t you also here feeding chickens and sheep?” Mu Sui glanced at Meng Ruji.
“How is that the same?” Meng Ruji was speechless. “I’m forced into this, needing a thousand gold to buy life—isn’t this the fastest way? She…” At this point, Meng Ruji turned to look at Mu Sui: “She didn’t possess Ye Chuan initially to come feed chickens and sheep…”
Meng Ruji pondered, stepping forward two paces, approaching Mu Sui.