67 The Massacre’s Hos (1/2)

Mo Wen guessed that the illness was probably a congenital disease with unknown origins from birth. He had called it the Massacre's Host. Moreover, this physical condition was rare that even though he had browsed through a great number of readings, there were no records of anything related to this illness. It was very possible that in the whole of history, Mo Dong'er was the only patient with this disease.

This illness was completely untreatable and he could only watch Mo Dong'er slowly slip towards his demise. One could only imagine the pain that Mo Wen felt.

However, he did not expect the girl called Mo Qingge to have the exact same illness as Mo Dong'er – the congenital Massacre's Host!

In that moment, he felt an odd feeling wash over him. Mo Qingge was his little sister Mo Dong'er. If not, how could it possibly be exactly the same disease?

Previously, when he had stood up, he noticed a layer of dark red enveloped within the top of Mo Qingge's hairline. It was very subtle and could not be differentiated by the naked eye.

However, Mo Wen was very familiar with it so how could he have not noticed? That scent and that condition, it could not be wrong.

On normal days, the Massacre's Host made one no different from a normal person. It was only when it was nearing one month from when it would act up that symptoms showed. Mo Qingge had most likely neared the one month of it acting up, and it would flare up at most in one month and at least in a week. Then, the Massacre's Host within her body would act up completely.

If they could not battle it, the only ending would be the death of a beautiful young lady!

”How am I sick?” Mo Qingge smiled and asked as her voice was as tranquil as ever. Other than the slight fluctuation in her emotions when Mo Wen had said that she was sick, she remained as calm as the tranquil water throughout.

Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge deeply in her eyes, ”I'm afraid your Massacre's Host will act up in a while, are you not worried?” Even her personality was exactly the same as Mo Dong'er. No matter when, she would be as tranquil as water without much emotion from start to end.

Perhaps after replying with that statement, there was a reversal of Yin and Yang. People with the Massacre's Host symbolized massacres, violence, destruction and thirst for blood; but her personality was kind as water and unmoving as mountains.

When the Massacre's Host did not act up, Mo Dong'er was cold, harmonious and quiet at all times. Her soul was so pure it was said to not have been marred by a speck of dust and remained a rare find in the world.

”How do you know?” There was finally some fluctuation of emotions within Mo Qingge's voice. It was the first time her gaze had stopped on Mo Wen's face.

”Because I've seen someone like you,” Mo Wen answered quietly.

”Someone like me?” Mo Qingge lowered her gaze seemingly in thought, before lifting her head, ”There's really someone like me in this world?”

”That's right, exactly like you. Regardless of the appearance, personality, aura and physical constitution, she is someone exactly like you.”

Mo Wen smiled and his eyes were trained onto Mo Qingge's pupils right from the start.

He knew that people with Massacre's Host were not cold by nature, but the Massacre's Host made them empty internally and completely untainted, with an absolutely strong will.

If not, with too many inner distracting thoughts, too many evil thoughts, there would be no control over the emotions. The moment the Massacre's Host acted up, there would be absolutely no way to suppress the scary desire of the killing spirit.

Conversely, people with the Massacre's Host were stubborn, clean and pure in their hearts. The moment they identified a friend, they would be very sure.

”Are you sure you're talking about me?” Mo Qingge smiled lightly. The things that Mo Wen said were simply too incredible. How could she simply believe that there was someone who was exactly like her? Moreover, everything exactly the same? Even a clone could not achieve that.

However, she was still very curious about the fact that Mo Wen knew of her body constitution. Outside the hospital, there was no one who knew of her situation so how could Mo Wen know?

”For the time being, take it that I'm telling a story,” Mo Wen smiled and very naturally told Mo Qingge about the story of him and his little sister. He adopted the tone of story-telling as he told the ins and outs of the entire tale.

Mo Qingge set her book down and listened silently. She respected the story that Mo Wen was telling her.

After a long time, Mo Wen had finally finished telling the story. The ending of the story was that the older brother had still not been able to save the little sister's life, which gave the story a tragic ending.