78, Same ferry crossing 2

  New students entering school, every year there are several "compulsory courses". For example, drinking with seniors.

  Mo Xu's grades were top-notch, his appearance was handsome, and he had a good temper. As soon as he entered school, he became the prince of the biology department's female students. Every day, he was dragged away by various excuses to participate in all sorts of social gatherings.

  That night he came back again after drinking, and considerately sent each of the drunken men and women back to their dormitories one by one before turning around and heading back to his own dormitory building.

  But unexpectedly, a cold and sarcastic voice was heard from downstairs, "Wow, Master's alcohol capacity is not bad. Indeed, it's all about drinking and eating, without any intention of getting drunk."

  Suddenly a shiver ran through her heart, but she couldn't help smiling at the figure standing under the street lamp.

  He had drunk dozens of times with dozens of people, and others thought he was the first to get drunk. They themselves were so drunk that they didn't know who sent them back to their dormitory in the end - Mo Chou still thought only she knew, but actually she wasn't drunk at all.

  For them, this little wine is nothing.

  "How did you guess again?" Mo Xiu stared at Meng Yan.

  Mò Zhān waved his hand indifferently, "No need to guess, it's obvious at a glance."

  Two people walked to the supermarket outside the school gate. Mo Xiang bought yogurt for Meng Yan, and they sat on the curb drinking.

  "What's wrong?" Mo Xiu didn't need to guess, she could tell at a glance that Mian Chan had something on her mind.

  The yogurt was indeed sour when it entered the mouth, and the foam flattened. "Are all masters in charge of guiding the spirits of the dead? You're Mo Xiu Master, you should have this skill too?"

  Mo Xu didn't seem to understand, "You wouldn't really think of me as a nun, would you?"

  Mò zhān smiled, "I know you're not a nun. You are - a wolf."

  Even Mo Xiu, who was always calm and composed, was scared by Mu Yan's sentence and jumped up from where she was standing, staring at Mu Yan with a pair of innocent eyes, "Mu Yan, this joke is not funny."

  "Pfft." Mò Zhān stretched out her foot and kicked up some dust, all of which flew towards him. "I already know everything, yet you still pretend to be innocent. Shīfù, are you daring to glare at me with your eyes and treat me like an idiot?"

  Mo Xu stared at Meng Chuan for a while, and only then did he realize that he was done for. He had lost all his composure and sat down dejectedly, "No, it can't be that Hong He's kid spilled the beans?"

  Hong He was just a small wolf who could barely reincarnate twice, and of course couldn't compare to those seniors in terms of depth.

  Mò zhān slightly proudly sneered, "Hmph, that low-ranking Little Red's, I wouldn't bother going to blast! Let me tell you the truth, it was your own Young Master who leaked it himself!"

  As soon as she thought of this, Meng Yan felt quite relieved. Was Mo Xie that great? Didn't he still get caught by her after all!

  Mo Xiu listened and it was Mo Xie, all five officials were stunned, "Actually, actually, it's Young Master..."

  Never thought of it.

  "If one is a werewolf, then the three of you, Xiao Hong, and Green Ant must also be werewolves." Mozhen looked up at the gradually rounding moon, "And some relatives of Qingyan are also werewolves?"

  Mo Xu carefully watched the foam cicada. After knowing that they were all werewolves, normal humans would be frightened and scream, then retreat and avoid them, and in severe cases, call the police for help - these things had never been less in so many years.

  Will cicada also be like this?

  Misty cicada felt Mo Xu's gaze, shrugged slightly and smiled calmly, "What are you looking at me like that for? Don't understand how I guessed it?"

  "It's actually not that difficult, as long as there is a clue, the reasoning will come out naturally." Murong sighed lightly, "The difficulty is not in the reasoning, but in conquering one's own heart. At first, it was hard to believe; if you can believe, then there's nothing difficult about it."

  As the old people always say: If you believe it, it exists; if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist.

  "Do you believe it?" Mo Xiu lowered her head to drink yogurt.

  "Hmm." Meng Yan shrugged, "Believe it or not, a wolf is just a wolf, there's nothing to be afraid of. As long as you guys control yourselves, don't transform randomly and hurt people, then that's all that matters."

  Mo Xu silently let out a long sigh.

  Foam cicada turned her head and stared at him, "I just came to ask you, since you are a werewolf, there must be some means or magic that surpasses us ordinary humans. Do you have any way to help me deliver a small soul?"

  "She's so young, but her departure is very painful. I don't want her to leave like this... Master, I don't care if you can recite scriptures or whatever, please help me with this, okay?"

  Mo Xu was in a difficult situation, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I don't have the ability. Meng Xian, do you know? Everyone's life and death has a fixed number. How that child is going to die is already destined, if someone wants to help her transcend and change her treatment after she goes to the Yellow Springs, then... they'll have to use their own soul power as compensation."

  Mo Xu spread his hands and smiled bitterly, "Mian Chan, my soul power is insufficient."

  The Double Seventh Festival is over, and it's the 15th of July, Zhongyuan Festival. Buddhists call it Yu Lan Pen Hui, Taoists call it Zhongyuan Festival; ordinary people call it "Ghost Festival", when people offer sacrifices to their ancestors and release river lanterns.

  The merchants on both sides of the street have begun preparing goods for the Mid-Autumn Festival, with various lanterns and paper boats looking particularly good.

  When I was a kid, I didn't understand the customs, but I just thought it was great to hold my parents' hands and go to the riverbank to release floating lanterns. That night, the water surface was full of lotus flower lamp shadows, the sound of oars, and in the colorful lights, it seemed like the Milky Way had been reflected into the water.

  But now, I am sad thinking of Xiao Tu's death.

  She wanted to buy two paper boats and a few river lanterns for the little rabbit. She didn't understand about releasing souls or whatever, she just thought it would be fun for the little rabbit to watch.

  Just like the last time in the hospital corridor, she saw Little Rabbit and folded a paper boat for her. Little Rabbit was so happy and joyful.

  "Miss, here you are." The shop owner handed the bag with the paper boat and river lantern to Moxi, seeing her about to pay, he smiled, "Miss, you've forgotten, you already paid just now."

  "Oh?" Meng Cui cleared her mind. Just now, she was in a daze and had forgotten everything. She quickly thanked him, "Thank you boss, business is booming."

  The death of the little rabbit has become a farce with everyone having their own say. In this era of tense doctor-patient relationships, audiences are genuinely fond of magnifying and distorting the incident in all sorts of ways.

  The most pitiful one in this matter is the deceased Xiao Tu, but the biggest victim is Jiangning Hospital.

  If Jiangning Hospital does not explain, it will be recognized as the culprit of medical accidents. Economically, losing money is a small matter, but more importantly, it will have to bear legal responsibility and suffer a significant blow to its reputation. It can be imagined that if no explanation is given, which patient would dare to come to Jiangning Hospital for treatment in the future?

  But Jiangning Hospital's explanation is also hard to escape bad luck. After all, for Xiaotu and his family, Jiangning Hospital is rich and powerful. In the imagination of ordinary people, Jiangning Hospital and the Jiang family must have the ability to spend money to buy off some people and settle some things. Therefore, if Jiangning Hospital explains, it will only intensify external suspicion and make people more hostile towards it.

  The Jiang family is also worried and anxious, and Jiang Yuanfeng is no exception.

  Newspapers and television reported on it repeatedly, and Mo Yan occasionally saw Jiang Yuanfeng's haggard face in the camera lens, which still made her heart ache.

  At night, I dreamed of Little Rabbit again. She was sitting on a small boat, with the starry sky reflected in the water. Little Rabbit waved at me, "Sister, come and sit on the boat."

  Foam cicada wanted to ask: Little rabbit, how did you die after all?

  The little rabbit stretched out his hand and invited him, and Mian Chan nodded and walked forward to hold the little rabbit's hand, then stepped onto the boat.

  Just as he was about to step onto the boat, a sudden chill ran down his neck and gave him a severe shock! It was as if someone had slapped him hard, and Meng Zhen was instantly awakened from his dream.

  In front of the night color is vast, where are the boats and little rabbits on the boat?

  "Ah, it hurts..." Meng Xian rubbed the back of her neck and sat up, wondering what was going on. Had she slept in a weird position and fallen off the pillow? Anyway, she had always been a restless sleeper since childhood, so pillows falling off were nothing new to her.

  As she heard her humming, under the shadow of the paulownia tree outside her window, a tall figure seemed to smile and then silently turned around and left. The dim lamp light couldn't illuminate his figure.

  Midnight, Jiangning Hospital morgue.

  The room was dimly lit with only a faint white lamp.

  As if there was wind, the lamp was blown and swayed, the pale light scattered. Sometimes it shone on the mortuary bed, sometimes on the freezer, everything in sight was cold.

  A cold storage compartment was open, a tall figure stood at the edge of the cabinet, gazing down at the little rabbit sleeping quietly inside.

  The little girl's eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, even though she had already passed away. However, from the curve of her lips, it seemed as if one could still see her lovely appearance when she was alive.

  That person quietly closed his eyes.

  Then he said slowly, "Little rabbit, you may not know who I am, but you should remember my voice." He slowly raised his head, and a distant wolf howl seemed to rise with the moon.

  "I saved your life, just like I did with Mei Xiang sister. Do you remember?"

  The little rabbit was stiff and motionless, but a wisp of white mist rose from the top of her head, condensing in mid-air into the shape she had been when alive. Not a single eyebrow or smile had changed, only the vitality and color were gone.

  The little white rabbit looked at the person with a hint of confusion, but still nodded, "Yes, I remember. Dad and mom said that was the wolf's call. Brother, are you that wolf?"

  That person was Mo Xie.

  Mo Xie smiled and warmly looked back at Little Rabbit, "Then would you believe me if I said I was that wolf?"

  The little rabbit thought for a moment and nodded vigorously, "I believe."

  "Little rabbit, be good." Mo Xie smiled and nodded, "As long as you're willing to believe me, brother can help you. Little rabbit, listen to brother's words, let's change boats and not take the one given by Sister Meng Yan, okay?"

  "No!" Little Rabbit exclaimed excitedly. "I want to take my sister with me! In this world, the only one who can protect me is my sister! I don't want to ride alone, I'm scared!"

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  The author sneaks a smile, yeah this chapter is for you to cool off with, did it make you feel cooler after reading? ~ And also the long-awaited confrontation between Mo Xie and Chong, this article will have a special writing style, don't worry everyone, it's coming soon.

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