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The man in white remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, revealing a faint purple mark on his chest.
The mark resembled a blooming datura flower, now faintly glowing.
"You know, that guy left something in my body back then."
"Although I was of no use while I was alive, after I died..."
"My body will be taken over."
"At that time, the whole world will be dragged into hell."
The third young master slightly raised his eyes.
He looked at the pale face of the man in white, and suddenly chuckled, but there was no sarcasm in his tone; instead, there was a hint of disappointment.
"You're such a waste. Even at this level, you can't resist such petty tricks, all because of your so-called love?"
The man in white did not refute, but simply nodded slightly, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.
"I may be a failure, but I don't regret it."
Even knowing that her initial intention in approaching him was to kill him, he never regretted loving her.
"I hope you can kill me completely, at least utterly destroy my physical body, so that he can't control me after I'm dead."
"Don't you still have hundreds of years to live? Are you really going to accept this?"
Upon hearing this, the man in white gently shook his head. "That's just an illusion. I only have three years left."
Three years... ah...
The third young master repeated the sentence in a low voice, his laughter echoing in the secret room, carrying the chill of the deep sea.
"I can't kill you, figure it out yourself."
"Why don't we go out into the world of martial arts and have a good fight while you're still alive?"
"I'm sorry, I cannot agree."
"Tsk, indecisive, you call yourself a swordsman?"
"Without the heart of a sword, one cannot be considered a swordsman."
"Hahaha—you're a complete and utter piece of trash, get out!"
Watching the figure disappear before his eyes, the Third Young Master suppressed his anger.
Ugh, this is so annoying. If it weren't for this thing on my head, it wouldn't be this complicated.
Slaughter them all! Slaughter them all!
Tu Shan Rongrong gently placed her fingertips on the door knocker.
As soon as she pushed open the door a crack, a chilling blast of air rushed in, causing a layer of fine white frost to form on the stray hairs at her temples.
On the stone platform in the center of the secret room, Tu Shan Ya Ya sat cross-legged.
Her blue dress trailed along the edge of the stone platform, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with the flow of demonic energy.
The chilling air surrounding him condensed into tiny icicles, forming a thin layer on the stone platform.
A powerful demonic force swirled around her, stirring up dust from the corners of the secret chamber, but it was instantly frozen into ice crystals just three inches away from her, falling to the ground with a soft rustling sound.
Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes drooped, but her brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that she was trying to break through a bottleneck in her cultivation.
Tu Shan Rongrong couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, a knowing smile flashing in her eyes.
She lifted her skirt, carefully avoiding the icicles on the ground, and quietly sat down on the low stool next to the stone platform.
The cool sensation instantly spread through my fingertips as they touched the stone surface.
My sister has suddenly become very diligent in her cultivation.
Rongrong raised her head, her gaze falling on the ceiling of the secret room.
She opened her eyes slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in them.
That kid... he's really something.
Everyone knows that the human race suffered a great calamity before, with millions of people lost, most of the cities collapsed, and even the most prosperous central urban areas turned into ruins.
However, under Mu Qinghan's operation, this huge machine, which was on the verge of collapse, actually started running at high speed again.
Businesses are thriving everywhere, post-disaster reconstruction is proceeding in an orderly manner, and cooperation between humans and transgender people is deepening.
It's incredible that the economy is even on the rise.
"Calm enough, decisive enough, and strong enough."
Rongrong murmured softly, drawing circles on the stone platform with her fingertips.
"He himself had just crawled back from the brink of death, and his family had lost their lives in the disaster. Yet he was able to carry the entire human race forward without even flinching."
She recalled Mu Qinghan's demeanor when discussing cooperation; though his eyes betrayed his weariness, he always managed to accurately grasp the needs of both tribes.
This ensured that neither Tushan suffered a loss nor the human race was wronged.
Such a person is truly admirable.
Just then, Tu Shan Ya Ya on the stone platform suddenly groaned, her demonic power surged, and a chill instantly spread to Rong Rong.
Rongrong quickly raised her hand and set up a barrier. She watched as the wrinkles between Ya Ya's brows gradually smoothed out and the ice shards around her began to melt before she breathed a sigh of relief.
The secret room returned to silence, with only the faint sound of demonic energy flowing.
As Rongrong watched Ya Ya's breathing gradually become steady, the smile on her lips deepened.
The older sister is working so hard probably because she wants to become stronger so that she can help Mu Qinghan when he needs it.
After all, no one wants to see such a good person carrying all the burdens alone.
Chapter 148 Eternal Life
Mu Qinghan stopped in front of the Mu family's gate, his gaze involuntarily falling on the door.
At this time of day, the little yellow dog would usually be wagging its fluffy tail and rushing over, its warm nose rubbing against the back of his hand, making it itch.
But today, it's empty, with only the cold wind blowing gently.
It wasn't until something warm brushed against his trouser leg, accompanied by a soft "snoring" sound, that his wandering thoughts were pulled back.
It's that little calico, the little guy that Xiao Afu rescued before.
At this moment, she was looking up at him with her round head tilted back, her eyes sparkling, and her little paws were gently tugging at his trouser leg.
Mu Qinghan's expression softened slightly. He knelt down and gently placed his fingertips on the kitten's fluffy head.
Its fluffy fur resembles dried cotton, carrying the warmth of the afternoon sun.
The kitten comfortably squinted its eyes, and the purring in its throat grew louder.
It suddenly lifted one of its front paws gently, placing the soft paw pad on his shoe, then curled up and quietly lay down at his feet.
Mu Qinghan's fingertips paused, and her breathing suddenly became lighter.
This action is so familiar—when Little Afu was still around, every time he came home, she would put her front paws on his shoes and rub her head against his ankles, acting cute and insisting that he touch her enough before she would move away.
Is it... imitating Little Afu?
That makes sense. Little Afu saved its life, so it's not surprising that it wants to protect this home for Little Afu and welcome them on Little Afu's behalf.
Mu Qinghan slowly rose to his feet, his movements extremely gentle.
The kitten seemed to sense something, wisely retracted its paws, and nimbly ran back to its little den under the porch.
That used to be Xiao Afu's den. Later, the kitten always liked to stay in it, so the family added a soft plush pad.
The kitten circled twice on the plush mat, then gently sniffed the corner of the mat with its little nose.
There... the faint scent of Little Afu still lingers there.
It meowed twice, its voice as soft as cotton, then curled up and lay contentedly in the center of the mat.
Mu Qinghan stood by the door, watching, and remained silent for a long time.
The kitten seemed to be talking to the air, as if it were telling a friend it could never see again.
"I'm back! I just went to pick up my owner. I didn't keep you waiting too long."
What made him even more uneasy was that the kitten deliberately shifted its curled-up body to the side, leaving a small empty space behind it.
Just like before, it always loved to sleep next to Little Afu.
It carefully guarded its spot, as if the furry figure would never disappear as long as it didn't move away.
The wind blew through the alley, swirling up a few fallen leaves that landed on the bluestone slabs.
Looking at the quiet figure in the little nest, Mu Qinghan suddenly realized that Xiao Afu might not have really left.
It became the warmth on the kitten's paws, the lingering scent on the plush pad, and the expectant anticipation of returning home each time.
In the kitten's heart, in this home...
It has always been alive.
The smile on her lips hadn't faded when Mu Qinghan slowly turned around, her fingertips lightly touching the door.
With a creak, the familiar courtyard came into view.
The ancient trees in the courtyard were intertwined, and golden fallen leaves covered the ground. Several servants were sweeping with brooms when they heard the door open. They straightened up and turned around. When they saw him, they immediately put down their tools and came to greet him.
"Young Master Qinghan is back!"
The lead servant greeted him with a smile on his face.
Another servant rubbed his hands, which were red from the cold, and quickly said, "Young master, please come in. A cold wind blew by just now, don't catch a cold."
There was also a younger person who leaned forward and whispered an addition.
"Madam and Master are in the master bedroom, waiting for you to come back so they can have dinner together. The eldest young master went out early this morning, probably to see his friends."
"okay."
Mu Qinghan nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the fallen leaves on the ground, his fingertips twitching slightly.
The scattered withered leaves seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, leaping up from the ground and swirling in the air. Before long, they gathered into three small piles, neatly stacked in the corner of the wall.