Qi Shangyi gripped Qin Qin and whispered to her, "I’ll deal with this; you take Mo Yunchen and escape through that window in a moment, do you understand?"
Not far from the three of them was a dilapidated window.
Qin Qin looked at Qi Shangyi, her voice firm, "No, Qi Shangyi, I can’t..."
"Listen, Qingqing won’t be harmed, have you forgotten that I’m not human? Their bullets can’t kill me. Mo Yunchen has no combat ability right now; you must take him and leave this place," Qi Shangyi insisted, leaving no room for Qin Qin’s refusal in their current situation. As Qi Shangyi saw the ruthlessness in Mo Haoxuan’s eyes, he threw Qin Qin towards Mo Yunchen and roared at her, "Run."
With that, the sinister coldness in his phoenix-shaped eyes under his blood-red cheeks was revealed. His hand morphed into a claw-like shape, summoning a force that drew two men holding guns at Qin Qin closer and then quickly broke their necks.
Mo Haoxuan’s expression changed. Who exactly was this man? How could he be so powerful that he could draw people towards him to kill them?
Qi Shangyi was very strong in combat, but Mo Haoxuan and his men were also formidable since they had several guns. After Qi Shangyi killed two men, Mo Haoxuan shot at him, expecting him to dodge, but he didn’t anticipate Qi Shangyi to let the bullets hit him without any reaction.
Mo Haoxuan and the other assassins were shocked. Who was this man, invulnerable to their guns? Could he be a dead man?
Qin Qin glanced back at Qi Shangyi, her face full of pain as tears flowed down. The current situation didn’t permit her to be stubborn. Qi Shangyi had given her the chance, and she needed to cherish it. She kicked the two men pointing guns at her, leapt forward to support Mo Yunchen, ignored his grip on her neck, and jumped out the window, vanishing outside.
When Mo Haoxuan witnessed this, his face darkened. He turned and ran to chase after Qin Qin and Mo Yunchen.
Meanwhile, Qi Shangyi was confronting over a dozen assassins. No matter how much they shot at him, they couldn’t kill Qi Shangyi. They watched as their comrades were drawn in by Qi Shangyi, one by one having their necks broken, as they continued to fire in panic.
Qin Qin, holding Mo Yunchen, made her escape; Mo Haoxuan was in hot pursuit behind her. "Mo Yunchen, wake up, please, wake up. Everything is long over, come back to consciousness."
She needed to stall for time and wait for the effects of the Hallucination Incense to wear off on Mo Yunchen.
"Qin Qin, I advise you to stop; you’re heading towards a cliff behind you," said Mo Haoxuan with a cold smile, gesturing to Qin Qin.
Qin Qin’s face paled; the place where she had exited from the window led to a perilous cliff. Damn it!
Holding Mo Yunchen with one hand, Qin Qin looked up, her face dark and cold, "Mo Haoxuan, do you think you can kill us?"
"Let’s see how that goes," Mo Haoxuan raised the gun in his hand aiming at Qin Qin, who coolly regarded him as her mind raced for a solution.
A hint of satisfaction crossed Mo Haoxuan’s sinister, beautiful face, and his finger tightened on the trigger, "Bang..."
As Mo Haoxuan pulled the trigger, a figure sprinted from behind and violently pushed Mo Haoxuan forward. Just a few meters ahead was the deep cliff, and due to inertia, both of them plummeted from the cliff.
Mo Haoxuan’s eyes widened in terror, "No..."
As Qi Shangyi fell, he tenderly looked up at Qin Qin on the cliff, capturing her frightened and panicked face in his gaze.
"I love you, always have, always will!"
"Qi Shangyi, no!" Qin Qin’s anguished cry echoed through the mountains.
Hearing her voice, Qi Shangyi closed his eyes with a smile as he waited to fall off the cliff, only to suddenly feel a rope coiled around his waist. He opened his eyes in surprise.
He saw that Mo Yunchen, who had awakened somehow, still had the remnants of red in his phoenix-shaped eyes. Mo Yunchen was on the cliff, crouching down. The moment Qi Shangyi began to fall, he had quickly wrapped the vines on the cliff around Qi Shangyi’s waist, preventing his fall.
"Qi Shangyi, you can’t die here. If you fall, Qinqin will remember you for a lifetime. I won’t let her heart hold a place for you," Mo Yunchen stated, his lips curving in a cold yet beguiling smile.
Relieved at the sight, Qin Qin was grateful for Mo Yunchen’s timely wakefulness.
With effort, Mo Yunchen hauled the conflicted Qi Shangyi back up.
Qi Shangyi stood on the ground, and across from him, Mo Yunchen had already taken the shaken Qin Qin into his arms. Feeling disheartened, he turned away, unwilling to watch the scene unfold.
Looking at the aging in his palms, the wrinkles on his face, he gave a bitter smile.
How could someone like him be worthy of Qingqing? He didn’t even know how long he had to live. Jing Zhimei was right; he was just a monster, neither human nor ghost. How could he possibly be with Qingqing?