156 Backlash (Second Update)

In that moment, the greed in Murong Yong's eyes burst out like a greedy beast, radiating a fierce light.
"Overestimate your abilities." Gu Yanfei sneered, instinctively reaching for his sword again, only to see Gu Yunzhen slowly approaching with an umbrella held up.
The large umbrella made Gu Yun's fair face appear even smaller. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as jade, resembling a gentle and serene Guanyin statue.
However, the words that came out of the girl's mouth were shocking and unconventional: "Second Young Master Murong, I won't marry you."
"The Murong family asked me to have the wedding first, and I regretted it later."
"We don't owe each other anything."
Gu Yun's tone was very calm and composed, neither ashamed nor resentful, without any intention of blaming or being angry, just telling the other person her decision.
After a long silence, he slowly asked, "Are you... really wanting to call off the wedding?"
His deep and mellow voice had a subtle hint of hoarseness, and his whole figure appeared tall and slender in the howling cold wind.
“是。”顾云真毫不犹豫地点头，神态与声音依旧平静，坦然地仰视着对方的眼睛。
这是由她自己做出的决定。
慕容雍深深地吸了口气，冰冷潮湿的空气吸入肺腑，带来丝丝凉意，让他感觉从体内到体表的指尖皆是一片冰寒。
His darkness was exposed in front of her in that instant, making him feel ashamed and guilty.
Murong Yong stared at Gu Yunzhen, a few steps away, with the shadow of the cypress tree above casting a gloom on his face. He looked at Gu Yunzhen with a gaze that could not be described as either shocked or scrutinizing.
She is different from all the women he has seen before.
She looks soft and gentle, but she is not compromising.
She appears gentle and quiet, but she has her own character.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Gu Yunzhen, and his eye shape appeared particularly long and beautiful. Those deep eyes seemed to tightly wrap around her like chains.
Snowflakes fell on his head, nose, and lips, while he remained still, like a cold and hard statue.
"There's still time!" said the Taoist priest urgently, with a hint of desperation in his voice. "We can still have a last-minute wedding ceremony."
As long as Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen bow to the heavens and the earth right here and now, the wedding ceremony will be considered complete.
"Congratulatory gift" can then become a reality!
I will not be involved in this cause and effect...
Grandmaster Shang Zhen's heart raced as he rushed toward Gu Yunzhen with three steps and then two steps, only to be blocked by Murong Yong's strong arm, which was like a long spear.
Murong Yong couldn't help but look at Gu Yunzhen and asked again, "What if it's not for joy?"
If her grandmother was not seriously ill, would she still regret breaking off the engagement and get married next April as previously planned?
Murong Yong's deep gaze was still fixed on her face, with a hint of burning, a hint of hope, and a trace of invisible longing.
"......" A few snowflakes dotted on Gu Yunzhen's long eyelashes, and they flickered faintly when he blinked.
A hint of confusion could be seen in his pitch-black eyes.
But wasn't it the Mu Rong family who proposed the wedding?
The High Priest of the Qing sect frowned deeply as he saw Murong Yong still dawdling. He was about to push Murong Yong away when he glanced up and caught sight of Gu Yanfei's seemingly smiling eyes.
A sense of unease welled up in the High Priest's heart, tightening his chest.
After a quick calculation in his mind, he quickly changed his statement and said, "Without her, there is still Liumu Yu!"
"Second Young Master Murong, since she refuses to have a wedding, let's not entangle ourselves anymore and hurry back to the Murong family."
They are now returning to the Murong family and can catch the auspicious time as long as Murong Yong accepts Liu Muyu's proposal. The Murong matriarch can then "live" on!
The gaze of Shang Qing character is as sinister as an owl.
"It's too late."
Gu Yanfei said these four words meaningfully again.
Gu Yanfei raised his hand and caught a few snowflakes, with a smile as cold as snow and a determined expression.
As soon as these words were spoken, Shangqing Zhenren's heart felt like it was being held in the palm of an invisible hand, and his soul seemed to be gripped, with no warmth from head to toe.
"Ugh!"
A strong smell of blood came from the throat of Shang Qingzhen, and he leaned slightly forward, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood sprayed on the ground like blooming red plum blossoms, shocking to the eyes.
"Master!" The young Taoist exclaimed nervously and hurriedly went to help Senior Taoist Shangqing up.
Senior Taoist Shangqing's pupils dilated, and he waved his hand to push the young Taoist away. His face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of fresh blood dripping from the corner of his lips. He appeared weak as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and even his fingers trembled slightly.
The handle of the dustpan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clattering" sound.
The little Taoist exclaimed again, "Master," trembling in fear.
Backlash, he was hit by the backlash!! The Upper Clear Immortal seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and suddenly turned his head towards the direction of the Murong Residence.
Murong Yong's ears recalled the words Gu Yanfei said in the garden yesterday: "My grandmother is very ill and may not survive until the next winter snowfall..."
The snowfall is getting heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes are falling like willow catkins.
The wind and snow howl and roar, from the south of the city to the north.
"Hiss!"
A piece of paper with black runes is torn off from the window by a rough large hand, leaving the transparent glass window empty.
Murong Hao carefully held the piece of talisman paper and turned with a smile to the purple sandalwood grand chair on the side.
"Meow, meow, meow!"
A five-month-old long-haired calico cat proudly sat on the grand chair and kept meowing.
The four or five talismans that were originally posted on the windows, roof, and on Madam Murong's body were all torn off.
"Little kitty, here you go to play." Murong Hao personally presented the last talisman in his hand, along with the other talismans, in front of the cat.
The fine snowflakes drifted in through the window, occasionally landing on the cat.
The cat paid no attention, leisurely extending its claws to scratch at the talisman.
"Crack, crack..."
"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."
Cats enjoy this kind of sound and happily make a "meow" sound, scratching more vigorously. The sharp claws leave marks on the talisman like hooks.
The Mu family couple and the people from the other two rooms were all in the inner room, staring at the three-colored cat on the grandmaster chair with burning gazes. They looked at it devoutly, respectfully, and fascinated, as if they were looking at their most cherished possession, yet also like they were looking at their faith.
When the cat had enough fun, it began to tear the charms with its claws, one after another, the sound of tearing paper made the cat even happier.
A pair of bright green cat eyes were shining, and its long furry tail behind it was swaying lightly and briskly.
Every time the cat tears a talisman, everyone in the Murong family feels a tremor in their hearts and instinctively wants to stop the cat.
"Little..."
However, when Murong Hao meets those beautiful cat eyes, the strings of his heart seem to be touched by something, and ripples are stirred up in his heart lake.
In his eyes and in his heart, only this cat is left, without any distractions.
The kitty is so cute, tearing a few talismans means nothing at all!!
*Squeak*
In the mesmerized gaze of everyone, the cat carelessly tears off the last talisman.
When the last talisman was completely torn in half, it was as if an invisible barrier had been cleaved open by someone from the window, and the dim interior gradually brightened up.
The light began to gradually spread from the window, extending all the way into the dim bed curtains.
The cat leaped down from the armchair, made a couple of graceful jumps, and landed on the edge of the four-poster bed, squatting elegantly, gazing at Madam Murong lying on the bed.
"Meow!"
The little kitten, Mei, let out a soft and adorable meow, sounding like a sweet and innocent little baby. The sound melted the hearts of everyone in the Murong family.
As her voice faded, the light also spread into the canopy bed.
The Old Lady Murong lay on the bed, her tightly closed eyelids trembled, and then slowly opened her eyes, her drooping and swollen eyelids half open and half closed.
The eyes embedded in the eye sockets were murky and lifeless, without any vitality.
"Meow!" the cat meowed and started washing its face with its paws.
As soon as Lady Murong opened her eyes, she saw the little cat squatting at the head of her bed.
Through the clear and pure cat eyes of the other party, she seemed to see a beautiful and graceful young girl.
"Thank you..."
Murong's old lady's withered and unhappy wrinkled lips moved slightly, and her voice was very light, almost like a sigh.
The lifeless and heavy eyes of her stirred up a faint ripple as these two words escaped, gentle and nostalgic.
Thank you for giving her liberation, along with her master.
These past three years felt like being in the depths of hell for her, every moment filled with suffering, torment, and agony.
Her eye corners, filled with wrinkles, were covered with a light layer of moisture.
Since she passed seventy, her body has been deteriorating, until three years ago when a chill wind completely overwhelmed her.
She had a high fever for three days and nights. The doctor said she had tuberculosis, and although she was saved after a struggle, she became even more bedridden afterwards, getting sicker and sicker, always in a daze.
Gradually, she spends more time in a state of drowsiness and less time awake.
In the state of half-consciousness, her three sons desperately plead with her to hold on, for the sake of the Mu family.
Of course, she also wanted it. The grandson was at the right age and had a promising future. She could see that he could bring glory to the Murong family. She didn't want to hold back her grandson.
She tried her best to hold on, to keep going, even if she grew weaker day by day, even if she was almost exhausted, she still held on.
One day, she was once again on the verge of death, feeling like she couldn't make it through...
And it was on that day that a transcendent voice rang in her ears, a voice that seemed to carry an unimaginable power, piercing straight through her soul.
Her soul was then bound by an invisible chain, making her feel suffocated, freezing all over, and losing control of her limbs and body.
Days passed by like this, and she lay in bed unable to move anymore.
Gradually, she could smell her own body rotting slowly, feeling her organs inching towards death, and even when someone was wiping her body, she could feel her flesh and blood had long decayed.
She cannot move, nor can she fall asleep. She can hear and feel everything happening around, but she is unable to do anything.
One day, she suddenly understands—
She has long been dead, but trapped in this decaying shell.
She has become a living dead.
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