Chapter 377: Infinite Heaven Lock (11)
Wei Ning was puzzled, but Mu Zihan took out a glass bottle from his space ring and said, "He asked you to collect his tears."
Mo Cangxuan nodded again, and Wei Ning took the glass bottle and placed it under his eyes . The tears rolled out and slowly flowed into the bottle.
She had never seen a wolf shed so many tears.
As the tears flowed, Mo Cangxuan's eyes gradually dimmed, and finally even the last glimmer of light disappeared.
When the last tear shed, he closed his eyes and remained motionless, all breath disappearing from his body.
"Uncle, is he, is he dead?" Wei Ning asked in a low voice.
"This is an ancient witchcraft called 'Corpse Soul Curse', which can be performed without spiritual power. You only need to hand over your soul to the god of death, and the god of death will help you realize a wish, but the wish cannot involve matters of life and death of the soul. After it is completed, the god of death will take the soul away, and it will not go to hell or enter reincarnation, but will become a slave of the god of death forever ." Mu Zihan explained silently.
Mo Cangxuan reached an agreement with the god of death and cast the corpse soul curse, sealing everything he wanted to say in these tears.
Wei Ning stared at Mo Cangxuan in a daze and stretched out her hand to touch his dull hair. However, as soon as her hand touched the fur, his body suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.
"This is called a corpse, soul sealed by curse." Mu Zihan sighed and whispered, "Qingning, don't be sad. His life was almost over, but what he wanted to say to you is all in these tears."
"How can I see these words?" Wei Ning sniffed lightly.
"Not now. When we return to the Qinglong Empire, I will find a way to help you."
Wei Ning nodded, was silent for a while, and then asked: "Uncle, what exactly is the god of death?"
"Silly child, that has nothing to do with you." With him around, death would never get close to her.
Wei Ning lowered her head and tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt really exhausted after getting to this point.
Her cries were drowned out by the howling wind and snow outside the carriage, but her tears wet her clothes bit by bit.
Mu Zihan slowly approached and stretched out his hand. She leaned into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and tried hard to suppress her urge to cry.
Today, things have changed and she has experienced such joys and sorrows for no reason. Fate that originally had nothing to do with her has intersected with her in this way.
Who is she?
She is not Mu Qingning, but she is not Shen Weining either.
She once again saw in her present self the shadow of her own weakness and helplessness, the cowardice that once made her desperately avoid it as if she were avoiding death.
Is that incompetent self back again?
In fact, she never left. She was just hiding in his heart, in a secret place, watching her quietly.
She never left, she just thought she did.
While she was looking down on the world with her hands stained with blood, the weak side of her was actually trembling in her heart.
But when strength becomes a protective color, fear is the only weapon to defeat yourself.
