67 The Massacre’s Hos (2/2)

”The little sister in the story died in the end?” Mo Qingge lightly asked as she lowered her gaze.`

”I don't know, she could have lived, she could have died,” Mo Wen laughed bitterly. He did not know the ending of the story. From the time Mo Wen had entered the mysterious foggy forest, the ending of the story became unknown.

However, the chance of Mo Dong'er being able to survive was very slim and that was a pain in his heart that would remain forever.

”I will die in the end, just like Mo Dong'er,” Mo Qingge looked deeply into Mo Wen's eyes. She did not have any emotions even when saying that she was going to die. It was as if she had long accepted the facts of life and death.

”I will try my hardest to help you survive,” Mo Wen inhaled deeply and said with a determined gaze, ”For sure.”

”You're very good at storytelling. Thank you for your story; I hope that I can be like Mo Dong'er to have such an older brother who loves her so much. It's a pity you're not my older brother.”

Mo Qingge looked at Mo Wen before she silently rose and picked up her book before leaving the reading room.

Mo Wen stared at Mo Qingge's back view and there was a flood of unspeakable emotions in his heart. Mo Qingge? Mo Dong'er? Why did this world have two of such similar people?

Regardless, he definitely would not let Mo Qingge die without doing anything. In that lifetime, he did not manage to conquer the Massacre's Host. In this lifetime, he would continue battling on. No matter how difficult, he would not give up.

As he walked out of the library, there were hundreds of mixed emotions within Mo Wen's heart. He really did not know if meeting Mo Qingge was a coincidence or if it was fate.

He missed his little sister Mo Dong'er from that old lifetime, and wondered what her fate was in the end.

It was currently lunchtime and Mo Wen habitually walked over to the canteen to eat.

However, a cold ray of light flashed and travelled directly to Mo Wen's throat.

At the same time, a silhouette flashed past from the small forest at the side of campus, before quickly disappearing into the little forest.

Mo Wen let out a light humph and casually intercepted that ray of cold light. It was a flying dagger about two inches long.

There was a piece of paper attached to the dagger. On it was written, ”Kid, a quick meeting in the little forest.”

”What kind of monster,” Mo Wen laughed coldly and casually stuck the flying dagger into a big tree. However, he completely ignored the thing mentioned on the piece of paper and minded his own business as he continued walking towards the canteen.

Mo Wen had long been in the Jianghu so why would he simply listen to the words of others. Nothing good could come out of a person who was in hiding.

If his abilities were strong enough, he would not mind going to have a look to understand what the person wanted to do with him. However, at that point, he could not subject himself to danger.

In the depths of the little forest, a youth with a cold expression was standing under a large tree. His gaze was cold and dark.

Behind him, there were another four people standing: two of which were middle-aged and the other two of which were youths.

They were standing silently with their hands hanging by their sides looking like servants.

”Young Master Su, why go to such trouble to handle a mere student. I can just go catch him and bring him over,” said a youth as he took a step forward and took the initiative to offer his services.

”That person is not simple. He is most likely also an ancient martial art practitioner. Moreover, his skills are not beneath yours,” Su Boyu shot that youth a look as he said with a tranquil expression.