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"I know, I've always known..." The Death Apostle forced back his emotions and said, "He was just too kind. When he realized you were looking for your parents, he sensed something was wrong. Before he left, he told us that if he didn't bring you back in a few days, we should go rescue you. I never expected we would be too late..."
At this point, the Death Apostle could no longer contain his emotions. Tears streamed down his face as he pressed the blood-stained pouch tightly against his chest, as if it were a keepsake from Yao Long.
"One day, I will avenge Yang Master!" I silently vowed in my heart.
"The room is ready; hurry and help Shen Xu inside," Mo Yun said as she emerged with the young assassin.
"Thank you for your hard work; I'll be right there," Hu Fang replied, having listened to my conversation with the Death Apostle. The Death Apostle then stood up, wiped away his tears, and carried me into the room that Mo Yun and the others had prepared.
It was a private compartment, clean and tidy. A delicate stone table held a pot of fresh flowers, while numerous books on forging and metaphysics lined the stone shelves on either side. Surprisingly, there was even a window on the wall opposite the bed, allowing bright sunlight to stream in and illuminate the room.
"This room belonged to our master before; he never allowed outsiders in. But before we set out this time, he instructed us that if we brought you back, you should stay here, as if he had foreseen that he wouldn't return..."
At this point, Mo Yun furrowed her brow and interrupted the young assassin, "What nonsense! Master will definitely come back safely!"
Realizing he had misspoken, the young assassin fell silent under Mo Yun's reprimand and stood timidly to the side.
"You should rest for a bit; I'll go prepare some medicine for you..." Mo Yun turned to leave but suddenly seemed to remember something as she reached the door. She asked Li Zhisheng, "Do you know anything about medicine?"
Li Zhisheng looked puzzled by her question and replied, "I know a little bit, but..."
"A little is enough; come help me," Mo Yun called out before Li Zhisheng could finish his sentence and led him out of the room.
I looked at Hu Fang, who also seemed confused. "Is she looking for Li Zhisheng for something? It doesn't seem like she's asking him to help."
Hu Fang shook his head. "I don't know; maybe this girl has taken a liking to Li Zhisheng?"
"I hope that's the case," I said earnestly.
At this moment, the Death Apostle had not said much since he carried me to the bed; he simply sat alone on a stone bench by the window, gazing outside.
Seeing this, Hu Fang slowly approached the bedside and whispered to me, "It seems like the Death Apostle has also suffered some injuries. Do you think he will be alright?"
I pondered for a moment, thinking he should be fine. But then I reconsidered; aside from myself, he was likely the most emotionally unstable at that moment. I was only managing to keep my emotions in check because someone was with me. If I were alone, I couldn't even predict what I might do.
Although the Death Apostle appeared strong on the surface, I knew his heart must be feeling just as tumultuous as mine. I couldn't be certain whether he would be okay.
After much thought, not wanting to worry Hu Fang, I told her, "Trust the Death Apostle; he will definitely be fine."
"And what about you? Will you be okay?" Hu Fang turned her gaze toward me, and in her eyes, I saw concern and unease.
I wanted to respond, "I will be fine too," but the words wouldn't come out. I knew this matter wouldn't simply end here. With my current perception abilities, I had already sensed that Mo Shu was likely no match for Er Ye. This vendetta was something I had to avenge personally...
Lost in thought, Hu Fang noticed my silence and changed the subject to comfort me. "Alright, don't think too much. I'll stay with you; you'll get better. Just rest for now; I'll go get you something to eat." With that, she flashed me a sweet smile before turning and leaving the room.
After Hu Fang left, I looked at the Death Apostle's back and broke the silence. "You’re not willing to accept this either, are you?"
The Death Apostle turned his head, expressionless. "Even if I'm unwilling, what can I do? I've lost the Void Spirit; it's impossible for me to fight against Yang Master anymore. Yes, I'm unwilling; like you, I want to take that person down with me... but I don't even have the means to do so..." At this point, the Death Apostle quietly lowered his head.
His words struck a chord within me. Indeed, I had also lost my power and had become a paralyzed wreck. Not only was revenge out of reach, but even getting out of bed and walking to the door was impossible for me.
Thinking of this made me want to smash something in frustration, but even that was beyond my capability...
Thus, we sat in silence together in the room as time ticked away. Outside the window, the sunlight remained bright and cheerful, yet the heavy atmosphere inside could not be dispelled by it.
I didn't know how long it had been when Mo Yun entered with a wooden square tray in hand, accompanied by Li Zhisheng and a young slayer.
She placed the tray on a nearby stone table and took out some dried grass-like material from it. Using a wooden stick, she ground it into powder and sprinkled it into a teacup she had prepared earlier. The cup emitted wisps of white mist, indicating that it was filled with freshly poured hot water.
Moments later, Mo Yun walked over with a steaming cup of tea. "Here, drink this. I don't know if this medicine will help you feel any better, but it's better than doing nothing at all."
I lay in bed, the pungent smell of the medicine making me nauseous. Just the scent was unbearable. However, at that moment, I was willing to try anything to get my body back to normal because one thought consumed me—revenge!
Afterward, I finished the medicine, and Hu Fang happened to bring over a bowl of hot noodles. I ate a little, and my spirits lifted slightly.
I was about to ask Mo Yun if Mo Lin and Mo Yu had returned when suddenly a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.
...
While I was lost in slumber, I suddenly heard urgent voices outside the room. "Mo Lin, how are you?! Where are Mo Yu and the master?!" It sounded like Mo Yun.
Another voice responded weakly, "Mo Yu and the master... they are all dead..."
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