Feng Feng wholeheartedly wanted Mo Qing to come back to life, but she never thought of exchanging another person's life for it. She looked at Mo Qing, but lost the courage to speak. Sometimes she even found out that she was also a hard-hearted man. people.
"Will the scenery always remember me?" Mo Qing lowered her head and smiled, "Because after I die, I don't even have the right to be a ghost."
Originally, he should have died a long time ago, but he dragged on for so many years. Even if he died with regret, his incomplete soul could not support him to exist in this world as a ghost.
Feng Jing didn't answer right away, and after a while, she said, "I don't know if I can remember you."
She didn't want to lie to him, so she could only tell him this uncertain answer.
Mo Qing was not disappointed. He smiled. He seemed to be prepared for this answer. He stroked her face for the last time, and said softly, "Young scenery, you want to be happy."
As the words fell, his body gradually became ethereal, and that smile was so pale and beautiful.
Feng Guang stretched out her hand uncontrollably, but her hand passed through his body, and he disappeared into the dim room like a fluorescent light.
Her hand stayed in the air for a while, and finally wiped her eyes, but no matter how she wiped, the tears seemed inexhaustible, and in the other room, the source of the spell was lost, and the body that was as good as before was also gone. Like fireflies spreading in the air, disappearing.
Standing outside, Zhiwei knelt on the ground, and the old man leaned over and whispered, "Master... have a good journey."
Suddenly, she felt the person in her arms move. She lowered her head, and saw that the wounds on Mo Qing's body had disappeared, and the blood on the ground had also disappeared. When she saw him open his eyes again, she finally couldn't help it. Sobbing, "Mo Qing..."
"It's me..." Mo Qing smiled, but then thought of something, he sat up from the ground and hugged her into his arms, "Why did you use the sun-returning grass on me?"
"I want you to live..." Feng Jing said sobbingly: "Mo Qing, he's dead..."
Mo Qing paused, he knew who Feng Feng said he was, and obviously, it must be because of him that he was able to come back to life, "If you are a human being, you cannot escape life and death. Now that he is dead, it is not your fault."
"I'm just a little sad..." She closed her eyes and said slowly: "I used to never think that he would end up like this."
"He can't get out of his own demons, this is his doom."
Feng Jing glanced at her fingers that had become transparent, and she asked softly, "Mo Qing, everyone has their own doom, right?"
He whispered, "Yes."
"If it's you... no matter what the catastrophe is, I believe you can survive it..."
"Scenery!" He still noticed the change in her body, so he could only grab her wrist in astonishment.
Her entire body has become translucent, and even the smile on her face has become weaker, "I don't have any obsessions, but now that he is dead, the spell he used to imprison me has also disappeared. I think it's time for me to go..."
"No..." He hugged her tightly, "I will find a way, you can't leave me yet..."
"Mo Qing, don't be sad, I just went to reincarnate..." She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "You have to live well and wait for me to find you..."
"Scenery... You can't go yet..."
No matter how much he prayed, with her last word, his arms became empty.
Humans and ghosts have different paths after all, if they can return together, then there won't be so many idiots and resentful women in the world.