Soul Vase

  "I'm worried..." Mo Chou's words reached the tip of her tongue but she swallowed them hard, "The mountain is foggy and the road is slippery."

  "Cut!" Perhaps because they had been together for a long time, Mò Xiǎo had roughly understood Mò Yù's subconscious body language. She knew he was just putting her off again, but no matter what, she thought Mò Yè would be fine anyway. So she didn't dare to say more to Mò Yù, lest he ask about the Green Ant taking her to see that flesh-and-blood image thing.

  Misty cicada wiped her head and entered the room, but Mo Chou followed closely behind, all the way asking with a tone like a timid little daughter-in-law, twisting her fingers, "......Mo Yan said, have you bought your train ticket? Is it really time to leave?"

  "Hmm." Meng Xian faintly replied, "I came to tutor Xiao Xie. Since he actually doesn't need it at all, I still have things to do at home."

  "Is it for Jiang Yuanfeng?"

  The cicada stopped in its tracks, turned its head and glared at him, "Did Xiaoxie tell you?"

  Mo Xu bit her lip, her face turning red and white, "Young Master did this just to quarrel with Mo Yan."

  Meng Xian thought it was the case, but hearing Mo Qiu say it out loud, her heart still trembled inexplicably. However, she covered it up as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "Xiao Xie is too impulsive, this is my own decision, Mo Yan just accompanied me on a trip, why did he have to quarrel with Mo Yan?"

  Mo Xu's face scrunched up like a prune, "You're asking on purpose."

  The cicada shell was not to be relied upon, and as soon as he stepped into the room, he locked Mo Xiang out. "No matter what, I've made up my mind to leave. If you remember the days we spent together, Mo Xiang, find me a reliable phone so that I can at least call Third Uncle to explain things."

  "Don't tell me, in this day and age, such a big house doesn't even have a decent landline phone."

  Even if the mountain valley is closed, even if the signal is weak, but it's not that Mo Yan's mobile phone is fine, and her contact with the outside world is cut off! She understands that this is absolutely not a coincidence. Given Mo Xie's evil nature, it's not surprising at all that he can do such a thing.

  No matter why Mo Xie didn't let her go, and no matter what other obstructive methods he used, this time they couldn't stop her footsteps.

  "Little master, you're back!"

  Mei Xiang excitedly called out from outside the door, and Mo Chen thought to pretend he didn't care, but still couldn't help turning his head towards the outside. Through the carved flower-patterned window lattice, he saw him quickly walking in through the hanging-flower gate, his hair and clothes seemingly dampened by the thick fog, yet somehow looking as if they had been dyed with loneliness.

  He seemed to feel her gaze and turned his head towards her, standing on the threshold. His eyes were like fine silk threads, piercing her with a sharp pain.

  The cicada didn't dare meet his gaze and hastily shifted her line of sight, only looking at the bottle he was holding in his hand.

  A very large one, with a diameter of about 10 inches, has intricate carvings on the round belly, and from a distance, it is unclear what kind of image they are, only the glaze color can be seen.

  "Where did you go?" He asked through the door, his tone was affirmative that she had returned, no matter whether she wanted to pretend not to see him or not.

  "I... uh, I went shopping with Green Ant. When girls go shopping, they want to buy something, do I need to report back to you?"

  "You're lying." His black pupils rippled with layers of cold intent. "You've been to the mountain, I can smell your scent!"

  "Dog nose?" Mochen joked, "You're cheating me!"

  Mo Xiu carefully tugged at Mo Xie's sleeve.

  Mo Ye pressed his lips together, "Tell me, what did you see on the mountain?"

  Mò Zhān didn't like being interrogated like this, so she countered with a question of her own: "You tell me first, what's in the bottle you're holding?"

  Mo Ye's lips tightened again, clearly enraged. Mo Xiu saw this and quickly helped to mediate, "Mianmian, you don't know, this bottle is called a Soul Vessel. We use it for burial in the mountains, simply put, it can be used to store the souls of the deceased."