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Mao Shiba stared blankly at the figures rushing out, his expression complex. Finally, he sighed, looking down at Xiao Juan, who lay unconscious on the ground. He walked over and picked her up, heading toward her room.
Outside, in the dark forest, Mingyue moved swiftly like a nimble rabbit, constantly chasing after a figure ahead.
Behind Mingyue, Mao Guoxue led the way, with Grandma Jiang quickly following close behind.
Although Xiao Juan was currently unconscious, with Mao Shiba around, Grandma Jiang felt no worry at all.
It was well-known among them that Mao Shiba had feelings for Xiao Juan, and Grandma Jiang was not concerned that he would leave her behind on the ground.
What she needed to do now was to determine whether Lin Hao was truly dead or if Jin Zhongyun and others were conspiring to deceive her.
To see the living or the dead—that was the only thought in Grandma Jiang's mind at that moment.
Glancing back at Grandma Jiang, Mao Guoxue continued without slowing down. He called out loudly, "Grandma Jiang, you don't need to follow me. Whether Lin Hao is dead or not, you just need to take a few steps to the side to see the blood on the ground. This is a matter of life and death; I’m going to chase after Mu Yan."
Upon hearing this, Grandma Jiang paused and immediately stopped in her tracks. She frowned slightly but followed Mao Guoxue's advice and looked to the side before quickly moving over.
As she walked, she used the dim moonlight to survey her surroundings. Soon enough, just as Mao Guoxue had said, she spotted a pool of blood not far away, soaking into the surrounding weeds.
Even more striking was a stone stained with blood lying next to that pool.
This stone was the one Jin Zhongyun had used to strike Lin Hao on the head.
With this stone before her eyes, it served as undeniable proof for Grandma Jiang.
In an instant, her expression turned incredibly grim. The hand gripping the cane tightened involuntarily, and she gritted her teeth, heart aching as she called out, "Xiao Juan!"
As her voice fell, a sigh escaped her lips, and she couldn't help but let a murky tear glisten in her eyes.
If Lin Hao were to die, then Xiao Juan would undoubtedly be heartbroken.
Grandma Jiang understood this clearly, which is why she felt pain for Xiao Juan, for her granddaughter.
But she did not hesitate; her gaze shifted to another direction as she turned and ran straight ahead.
That must be the river Jin Zhongyun mentioned.
Even though it was deep in the night and shrouded in darkness, Grandma Jiang knew that unless she went to see it with her own eyes and walked there herself, she would never be at peace.
She would never easily believe it.
Mao Guoxue and Mingyue, of course, were not concerned about this. Their only focus at that moment was to catch up with Mu Yan and clarify the truth to prevent Mu Yan from mistakenly killing Jin Zhongyun.
Mingyue was certainly more worried than Mao Guoxue. After all, Jin Zhongyun had invested so much emotion in her; even if there was no love, there was still affection.
If Jin Zhongyun were killed by Mu Yan, she would feel immense guilt.
If it weren't for her, Jin Zhongyun wouldn't have come to China. If it weren't for her, so many things wouldn't have happened, and Jin Zhongyun wouldn't be facing such peril now.
Perhaps he was still in some city or place in South Korea.
Finally, Mingyue was closing in on the ghostly figure ahead.
Running through the mountains and forests, she chased after him while shouting, “Mu Yan, don’t kill her! Let me explain!”
Mu Yan's figure floated in the air ahead, one hand still gripping Jin Zhongyun.
As they weaved through the trees and with Mu Yan moving at such speed, Jin Zhongyun was inevitably scratched by the branches, looking utterly disheveled and dazed.
Especially where Mu Yan held him, her sharp nails dug deep into his skin, blood flowing freely.
However, upon seeing Mingyue chasing after them and calling out anxiously, Jin Zhongyun still made an effort to shake his head and turn it back slightly. He opened his eyes just enough to look at Mingyue, forcing a faint smile onto his face.
Looking at her, he weakly said, “Why did you come to save me?”
With a voice barely above a whisper, such a simple question was surprisingly difficult for this strong man to utter.
“I came to save you. You shouldn’t die.” Despite her cold demeanor, when Mingyue saw Jin Zhongyun’s condition, a flicker of pain crossed her face.
“What difference does it make between living and dying?” Jin Zhongyun managed a weak smile, as if his life were not his own. He felt no fear of death.
Mingyue took a deep breath before resolutely saying, “Jin Zhongyun, you must remember that although I don’t love you and perhaps you will lose me from now on, you still have your parents and loved ones. Your life doesn’t belong to you or to me; it belongs to them. You should think about them. Even if you don’t want to live for yourself, live for them because your life was given to you by your parents. Even in death, you have no right to choose nor the power to control it.”
Her words caused the smile on Jin Zhongyun’s face to freeze instantly as he fell into silence.
In the next moment, tears streamed down his cheeks again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly. “Am I really not allowed to die?”
“No,” Mingyue replied calmly, her tone firm. Her resolve wasn’t due to a heart of stone but rather an attempt to awaken Jin Zhongyun’s will to survive.
She understood deeply that when a person's heart dies, they are left with nothing but a shell, living like the Walking Dead.
If there is no goal and no direction, then even if Jin Zhongyun's life is spared, his fate will undoubtedly end up like this.
It might even lead to thoughts of wanting to die again.
"He killed Lin Hao; I want him to pay with blood." But soon she had to face a harsh reality: Mu Yan's fury and murderous intent.
At this moment, Mu Yan was convinced that Jin Zhongyun had killed Lin Hao, and no matter what, she would never let him go.
Upon hearing this, Mingyue chose not to say much. She quickly turned her gaze to Mu Yan, steadied her breath, and then calmly said, "Lin Hao is not dead."
"What?" Mu Yan was taken aback, her emotions seeming to fluctuate violently in an instant as she stared at Mingyue in disbelief.
"I said Lin Hao is not dead." Mingyue had to repeat her earlier statement.
Then she pointed at Jin Zhongyun, who was being held by Mu Yan, and said, "The reason he said that just now was to conceal it from Grandma Jiang and Xiao Juan, in order to buy some time."
"Conceal it from Grandma Jiang and Xiao Juan, buy time?"
Mu Yan still looked incredulous, but Mingyue's words stirred her emotions further, leaving her even more confused.
"That's right. Lin Hao is indeed not dead; it's all to buy time for me to save him."
Before Mingyue could speak again, Mao Guoxue had already caught up from behind. He stood beside Mingyue and looked up at Mu Yan in the distance, saying lightly.
The words of Mingyue had already instilled a glimmer of hope in Mu Yan's heart, and now, with Mao Guoxue's statement, that flicker of hope surged into something much stronger.
Her gaze swiftly turned to Mao Guoxue, her voice almost trembling as she asked, "He really isn't dead?"
"He's really not dead."
"You’re not lying to me?"
"I swear on the ancestors of the Mao Family, I would never lie to you."
After saying this, Mao Guoxue furrowed his brow slightly and couldn't help but sigh. "It's just that although he isn't dead, there are still some complications. He has been cursed and is under the influence of a love poison."
Before Mu Yan could interject, he continued calmly, "I took a rough look. If I'm not mistaken, the curse is from the Two-Headed Centipede, and the poison is from the Datura Flower."
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