Chapter 438: 437 Let her come back, (Must read outside the topic)

Zheng Chuyi.

At the mention of these three characters, a thick look of disgust emerged in the eyes of Old Lady Mo.

If it weren’t for her, none of these things would have happened.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about her," Old Lady Mo slowly started, "let’s go over there."

Some things, once they have occurred, talking about them again only adds new pain.

Mo Qingyi followed Old Lady Mo’s steps, lifted her hand to hold her arm, and said with a worried tone, "Mom, the Extreme Yin Night is almost upon us, and brother—he..." The rest of her words went unsaid, yet spoke volumes.

From the memories in her mind, the Extreme Yin Night was the source of Mo Zhixuan’s curse, and to withstand the Extreme Yin Night and succeed in transcending the tribulation, the help of the fated girl with the Bloodline of Fire Bathing was indispensable.

Those red crystals that belonged to fire could only play a supporting role.

The most important thing was that in the Superpower World, the only fated girl with the Bloodline of Fire Bathing was Zheng Chuyi.

The reason Mo Zhixuan was engaged to Zheng Chuyi, besides the family binding, was that she was the only one who could restrain the curse on Mo Zhixuan.

Convinced that only Mo Zhixuan was for her, Zheng Chuyi committed those acts back then—after all, aside from her, nobody could approach Mo Zhixuan, and no matter what she did, he would choose to forgive her.

Who knew that things would develop in that way.

Mo Zhixuan not only did not forgive her, but he also resolutely left the Superpower World.

A hero’s eyes cannot tolerate the slightest grain of sand.

Old Lady Mo sighed softly, "Don’t worry, your brother will be fine." Although she said this, her face still showed a look full of concern.

The further inside they walked, the thinner the air became, and the temperature around them dropped lower and lower.

"Mom, maybe we should..." Mo Qingyi hesitated before voicing her thoughts, "maybe we should bring Zheng Chuyi back."

Although she also greatly disliked Zheng Chuyi, when compared with Mo Zhixuan’s life and safety, the latter was more important. For the sake of her brother, enduring Zheng Chuyi was nothing; as long as her brother was alright.

Moreover, Zheng Chuyi truly owed Mo Zhixuan, so having her do something for him was only right.

This would also be her way of atoning for her previous actions.

Old Lady Mo’s expression darkened for a moment before she spoke, "Don’t speak of such things again, even without her, your brother will still get through the Extreme Yin Night."

Letting Zheng Chuyi come was out of the question, not only would she not agree, but Mo Zhixuan would not agree either.

Upon hearing this, a light flashed in Mo Qingyi’s eyes, "Mom, do you have another way?"

Old Lady Mo didn’t speak but continued walking forward, her expression grave.

The closer the date of the Extreme Yin Night, the more anxious her heart became, with the words of Mo Feixue and the Heavenly Master echoing in her ears, leaving her mind in chaos.

Mo Zhixuan was her only son, and as a mother, she could not just watch him walk into danger.

If she could not let Zheng Chuyi come and had no other way, was she really going to let Mo Zhixuan risk his life?

Old Lady Mo found herself in a dilemma.

**

Hospital.

Mo Zhixuan had left early due to work at the company.

Chu Jin was left alone in the hospital room giving Zhao Yan acupuncture.

Zhao Yan’s complexion was very pale, her breath was faint as if she could pass away at any moment, and the golden needles shining with a golden light stuck out strikingly against her skin and bones.

Zi nibbled on sunflower seeds while asking, "Chu Jin, when can we start tackling that long-term mission? If we continue like this, I fear your mother won’t last much longer."

Zhao Yan’s condition was deteriorating day by day, and all her organs were failing. Dragging on would be detrimental to her.

The most critical issue was the long-term mission. If Zhao Yan were to suffer an accident at this juncture, the mission would be forcibly terminated.

Once the mission was terminated, both the host and the system would receive the ultimate punishment — "Scatter Like Ashes."

Chu Jin’s eyes were deep, her fingers clutching the Golden Needle, twisting it carefully. Wisps of spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye flowed from her fingertips onto the Golden Needle, seeping into flesh and bone, "Soon, once I take care of Shen Lingtian and Lu Yan."

According to her plan, the Shen Clan wouldn’t be bouncing around for much longer.

As for Lu Yan.

Being labeled a copycat, a third-party, she really wanted to see how Lu Yan would transform into the ’Unparalleled Talented Girl.’

The time for the big show was drawing near.

A sly arc curled up the corners of Chu Jin’s mouth, shallow and faint, her face as smooth as jade lacked much expression, yet it was somehow intimidating, causing one not to dare look directly at her. In an instant, a powerful aura burst from her, as if she were an asura climbing out of hell.

Even Zi, affiliated with the lightning space, shivered.

This Chu Jin was too terrifying.

Unfathomable and intangible.

Both distant and close.

Swallowing hard, Zi reminded with some difficulty, "Chu Jin, it’s already 11 o’clock."

Shen Lingtian had scheduled to meet her at a coffee shop at 12.

Chu Jin tucked away the last Golden Needle and pulled a black pill from her pocket to feed Zhao Yan.

This was a medicine she had developed from ancient texts.

It could control Zhao Yan’s illness.

After doing this, the caregiver walked in from outside. She was momentarily stunned when she saw Chu Jin and then reacted, "Miss Chuyi, you’re here."

"Aunt Wang." Chu Jin smiled faintly, her dimples shallow, her clear and lustrous eyes looking at the caregiver, her lustrous black hair cascading behind her, the picture of docility, vibrant without losing the spirit of youth, in stark contrast with her earlier demeanor, like two different people.

The caregiver had seen Chu Jin several times and seemed to have a different experience with each visit.

Though young in age, Chu Jin’s maturity was unmistakable.

It was clear she was well educated, knowledgeable, hardly seeming like someone from a family that experienced the death of her father and the severe illness of her mother.

It was pitiable indeed, a young girl bearing what many adults couldn’t endure.

Thinking this, the caregiver sighed internally, walked to the table, and handed Chu Jin a handful of red dates from her bag, "Miss Chuyi, these are red dates my son brought from our hometown, pure and unpolluted. Try some, they’re quite sweet."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang," Chu Jin said, accepting the red dates with a smile, popping one into her mouth, "Indeed, they’re very sweet."

"I’m glad you like them," the caregiver said.

The caregiver, a woman about 45, had slightly graying temples and deep crow’s feet around her eyes. The years had left their marks on her face, but when she smiled, her eyes crinkled into warm lines, radiating kindness — she reminded Chu Jin of her own grandmother.

All of a sudden, Chu Jin’s brow furrowed slightly, and reaching out, she grasped the caregiver’s left hand, looking earnestly into her eyes and speaking slowly, "Aunt Wang, have you encountered anything strange recently? Do you often feel like there’s a third presence in your home?"

At those words, the caregiver’s face turned slightly pale, and her heartbeat quickened substantially.

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