Ch 206: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

Hearing this, how could Mu Xing not understand: Mu Rong absolutely knew about this matter.

And judging from Mu Rong’s attitude toward him since childhood, he had probably already decided to use his own life to bear this curse.

So outsiders were not wrong.

Mu Rong was indeed biased.

But the one he was biased toward was never the youngest son.

After learning the truth, Mu Xing even guessed: was the very birth of his original body calculated in advance?

He sat there thinking for quite a while. During that time, the cat demon several times could not restrain his resentment, turning his claws to try to attack Mu Xing, but could not harm him at all.

The cat demon, furious, clawed at the sofa.

Mu Xing came back to his senses and looked at the pale wraith.

He asked, “Do you know how to break that secret technique and free yourself?”

Ling Nu froze, suspiciously staring at Mu Xing, completely unconvinced: “Why are you asking this? Do you mean to release me?”

Mu Xing nodded and calmly said, “Of course. It was the Mu ancestor who committed such a beastly deed. If I can help, I will definitely help you.”

The cat demon’s emerald eyes flickered, scrutinizing Mu Xing, as if weighing the truth of his words.

After a while, he said maliciously, “Do you know how much I hate the Mu family? If I gain freedom, the first thing I’ll do is slaughter every last one of you!”

When he spoke, killing intent blazed in his eyes. No one would doubt the truth of his words.

Mu Xing hesitated for a moment, then said, “When the time comes, I’ll stop you.”

The cat demon’s eyes spun around, then he nodded in agreement.

This Mu clansman looked foolish enough.

If he really helped him escape the seal, for this one favor’s sake, he’d spare him alone.

Everyone else—hmph—they would still die.

He told Mu Xing that his corpse was buried in a place called Jiao Ming Mountain, because the Mu ancestor had used his own blood to cast the secret technique, so it required Mu blood to undo it.

As for the method of breaking the curse, he did not know. Only the Mu family knew.

He stared straight at Mu Xing.

Mu Xing spread his hands. “Don’t ask me. I don’t know either.”

The cat demon raged. “Are you toying with me?”

Mu Xing said, “I really don’t know. My family never told me anything. They only gave me a black jade qilin and sent me off to die.”

Hearing this, the cat demon looked him up and down for a long while, then snorted with a cold laugh. “Even my unawakened kin know to protect their young. Your family truly is ruthless.”

Mu Xing suddenly asked, “According to you, your soul is sealed inside the black jade qilin, and every fifty years you can come out once. How long can you stay out? During that time, can you harm others?”

Ling Nu paused before answering. “Every time I come out, I can’t control my resentment. The first thing I do is follow the aura to attack that Mu clansman. Once the resentment slightly calms, I’m quickly suppressed back into the black jade qilin.”

He was not entirely sure of his answer to Mu Xing’s question.

As he spoke, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He had already been sitting on the living room sofa chatting with Mu Xing for more than an hour.

Normally, he would have long been consumed by resentment and lost his reason. But this time, although his heart was still full of hatred, he could actually control himself.

Ling Nu was very clear on his own condition: his resentment only grew stronger year by year. If he could not control it before, he should be even less able now.

So the only explanation must be this Mu clansman before him.

Setting aside his Mu surname, Ling Nu felt very peaceful in his presence. The only other time he had felt this was with the old monk who once adopted him.

That old monk had truly been a great master. But this man?

Ling Nu looked at Mu Xing with confusion.

Mu Xing didn’t understand his meaning. He glanced at the time and suddenly asked, “Can you control yourself tonight? Tomorrow I’ll take you to find someone.”

Lingnu reflexively asked, “Find who?”

“My father,” Mu Xing said. “He definitely knows how all this came about, and he also knows how to resolve that secret technique. If you want revenge, he’s the right one to go to.”

There were certainly innocent people in the Mu family, like his original self, or Mu Qiong, who also knew nothing.

But the innocent definitely did not include Mu Rong.

Knowing full well what the Mu ancestor had done, he still shamelessly enjoyed the wealth bought with blood, and coldly sent his youngest son to die to preserve this cruel formation.

He deserved the cat demon’s revenge.

Hearing this, Ling Nu sneered sarcastically. “He’s your father? And you’d bring me to him? Isn’t that the same as killing him? Didn’t you claim to be righteous?”

Mu Xing said calmly, “He is my father by blood, yes. But first, there is no bond of father and son between us. Second, when he hid everything and handed me the black jade qilin to die in the Mu family’s stead, the grace of parenthood—I no longer owe it.

“I’ll take you to him because he owes you. I feel no guilt.”

Mu Xing rubbed his stomach, then suddenly changed the subject. “Can you eat human food?”

Ling Nu: ?

Half an hour later, Mu Xing opened the door and came back in with two bags of real takeout.

A whole table of barbecue was laid out, along with a large dish of spicy hotpot, bright red chili scattered over the vivid red broth, the aroma rushing straight into the nose.

Even after becoming a demon and then turning into a vengeful spirit, Ling Nu was still a cat at heart.

From the moment the food was laid on the table, he had already sneezed seven or eight times.

Mu Xing had already started skewering meat, saying, “I’ve been talking with you for so long in the middle of the night, I’m starving. Come on, have a taste. You’ve already turned into a demon, you shouldn’t have so many taboos, right?”

Ling Nu’s nose twitched lightly. The smell was pungent, but it was indeed fragrant.

It had been many, many years since he last tasted human food.

Locked in the black jade qilin all that time, every fifty years when he came out, his thoughts were entirely consumed by resentment, his head filled only with vengeance and tormenting that Mu family member. He never had a moment of clarity.

Suspiciously, he said, “Don’t think you can buy me off with these things, that I’ll show mercy when the time comes.”

Mu Xing laughed. “Don’t overthink it. I have money. I’m just treating you to a midnight snack.”

The little cat demon’s guardedness and scheming were written all over his face.

Looked shrewd and cold, but in truth was very simple.

No wonder, back then, he had been tricked so badly by the Mu family ancestor.

Thinking of this, Mu Xing’s gaze flickered with disgust: a person’s evil truly could shatter one’s perception.

Ling Nu finally couldn’t resist. He stretched out a paw, grabbed a beef skewer, and put it in his mouth.

The spiciness made his eyes turn red instantly, but he couldn’t bear to spit it out. The pale face even flushed slightly.

Mu Xing quickly handed him a chilled soda. “Can’t handle spicy at all? Drink some.”

Ling Nu held the cold can in one hand, curiously extended his tongue, and tasted it.

A little strange, but delicious.

Mu Xing stood up. “I’m full, I’ll go wash up. You stay here and eat slowly. When you’re done, do as you please. I’m going straight to sleep.”

Ling Nu stared blankly as he exposed his back completely defenseless and actually just walked away.

Wasn’t he afraid Ling Nu might leave now to do evil?

Not afraid of being ambushed?

Did he not realize Ling Nu was here for revenge?

That he carried deep resentment and only Mu family blood could cleanse it?

Yet this Mu family man really didn’t care at all.

Ling Nu’s ears were sharp. He heard the sound of water in the bathroom. After a while, the washing stopped, light footsteps headed to the bedroom.

The bedding lifted, someone lay down.

Breathing gradually steadied.

He really wasn’t on guard against him at all.

Ling Nu sat on the sofa in confusion. Absentmindedly, he stuffed the chicken wing in his paw into his mouth, chewed a few bites, then suddenly reacted: “Does he look down on me!”

The only answer was the shallow breathing from the bedroom.

Ling Nu sat dazed for a while. In his green pupils, black mist surged again and again, but it seemed some invisible force pressed it down.

He stopped eating, stood lightly, his pale human form turning into a small cat. Silently he approached Mu Xing’s bedroom.

He stretched out a paw, clawed several times at the empty air near the door, but in the end didn’t enter. Instead, he lay down against the door, slowly closing his eyes.

The light orb sleeping in Mu Xing’s sea of consciousness woke at some point. It looked at the little cat curled up pitifully at the doorway.

It watched for a long while, then its round body flickered. Suddenly, countless wisps of black mist surged out from Ling Nu’s furry body, all flowing into the bedroom, into the light orb within Mu Xing’s consciousness.

The sleeping little cat’s expression relaxed a lot. Perhaps tonight, he could sleep peacefully, no longer trapped in bloody, painful nightmares.

Ling Nu was a light sleeper, and woke early.

When he woke, Mu Xing had not yet gotten up.

Ling Nu stood up from the floor in surprise, shocked that he had actually fallen asleep.

Not only fallen asleep, but hadn’t had nightmares, hadn’t been entangled by resentment.

He had just slept the most comfortable sleep in five hundred years, feeling as though much of the resentment within him had lessened, the hostility not as heavy.

In good spirits, he walked out to the balcony. Morning sunlight fell on his body.

Vengeful spirits couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun. Not only that, the sun would normally burn like fire, unbearable.

But Ling Nu didn’t care.

It had been hundreds of years since he had clearly seen the sun.

When he was still alive, his favorite thing was to sprawl lazily in the sunshine, in the grass.

If small insects or birds thought he was asleep and flew by him without worry, he would slyly leap up and pounce, catching them.

He wouldn’t eat them, just play.

Bat them around until they barely moved, then let them go. When they flapped their wings to escape, he’d pounce again.

His young mistress would scold him for being naughty, then order the nursemaid to fetch water and carefully wipe his paws clean, secretly taking a small dried fish from her sleeve.

Ling Nu leapt lightly onto a lounge chair, closed his eyes, ignoring the discomfort on his body, pretending he was still that carefree little kitten.

Suddenly, a blanket dropped from above, wrapping him snugly.

Ling Nu couldn’t see, and drowsily turned a circle within the blanket.

He heard Mu Xing’s voice: “Well, look what I found. Early in the morning, a little cat nearly roasted by the sun!”

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