Li Mohan hesitated. He had always kept his word, and he wasn't sure if he could arrange for Chi Leming to see his wife. He didn't want to make a casual promise. Having personally experienced Chi Leming's memories, he truly sympathized with the scholar.
If it had been him in that situation, he would have annihilated the entire family of that Shen surname. However, he wouldn't have harmed anyone else.
He also wanted to help Chi Leming see his wife from his previous life, but he didn't understand these matters, so he turned to Ye Huohuo beside him.
"Yes, I can find Rong'er, who has already reincarnated. However, you are now separated by the realms of the living and the dead. You can only look at her, but you cannot disturb her life. Otherwise, even the Golden Immortal himself couldn't allow you to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.
At that point, I can only seal you in this painting forever. Do you understand?" Ye Huohuo said with a serious expression.
"I, I can really see Rong'er again? Don't worry, as long as I see that she is well, I... I will absolutely not disturb her." Chi Leming's eyes, which had been like a dry well, suddenly lit up.
As if by chance, a distant human voice echoed from the sky at that moment, "Time is up, exit quickly!"
It was Qin Chu's voice.
"Alright, you can leave this person's consciousness now! If you continue to stay in his consciousness, his soul might never be able to awaken.
This life will then be on your conscience, and it will be even harder for you to see Rong'er!" Ye Huohuo looked up at the surrounding mist and said.
Chi Leming gave a bitter smile. "Centuries have passed in a blur, and now, looking back, everything has changed!"
As he finished speaking, the surrounding mist turned pitch black, and a black hole appeared in the sky. A massive vortex within the black hole began to suck everything around it in.
Ye Huohuo grabbed Li Mohan's hand. "Follow me closely. We are currently in Chi Leming's consciousness. When he exits Mo Yan's consciousness, he will take us out with him.
We need to leave his consciousness the moment his soul exits Mo Yan's consciousness, otherwise, we might be taken into the painting with him, and it will be difficult to get out again. The opportunity is fleeting, so don't let go of my hand."
The two of them were tossed about by the surrounding airflow, as if caught in a tornado, spinning round and round.
Li Mohan stared intently at Ye Huohuo, remaining silent, but all his words seemed to be contained within his eyes. Ye Huohuo felt the grip on her hand tighten.
She even had a feeling that he would never let go of her hand.
In the darkness, a small point of light suddenly appeared to Ye Huohuo's upper right, making her feel as if she were at the bottom of a bottomless well and had glimpsed a sliver of light from the well's opening.
She didn't dare to delay. Using her last ounce of strength, she formed a hand seal. With a flash of golden light, she pulled Li Mohan and flew towards the point of light.
The point of light grew larger and larger. In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the light.
Ye Huohuo felt two powerful forces trying to separate her and Li Mohan. She instinctively tightened her grip on Li Mohan's hand.
Li Mohan's hand did the same, gripping hers tightly.
But the two forces were immense. Ye Huohuo felt her arm about to be torn apart. Their strength was ultimately no match for the pulling forces, and their hands were forcibly pulled apart.
"Li Mohan!..."
"Huohuo!..."
Will he be alright! At that moment, Ye Huohuo felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out. It hurt, it hurt so much that she could barely breathe.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she lost all sensation.
"Huohuo! Ye Huohuo, wake up!"
An anxious female voice rang in Ye Huohuo's ears. Gradually, she felt a sense of light, and her head throbbed as if someone were sawing at it with a saw.
"Mohan!" After a cry, she finally opened her eyes. A strong light entered her eyes, and suddenly everything was a blur of white, leaving her unable to see.
"I'm here!" A large hand tightly clasped hers. The hand was warm, dry, and familiar, bringing her a sense of peace.
Ye Huohuo felt a throbbing pain in her head. Slowly, her eyes began to focus. However, her vision was still blurred with dancing spots, and it took considerable effort to discern the things before her. It was a pair of light brown eyes.
She understood the concern in them.
She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was so dry it felt like countless tiny knives were scratching it. All she could emit was a hoarse sound, unintelligible.
A pair of strong arms lifted her. Ye Huohuo felt as if all strength had drained from her body, and she leaned entirely into this warm, solid embrace.
Her lips touched the cool rim of a cup. Warm water flowed into her mouth, down her dry throat, and the burning fire in her throat was gradually extinguished by the coolness. Her throat no longer felt like it was about to catch fire.
"Drink more water. Qin Chu said you were sweating a lot and were dehydrated," Li Mohan's deep voice sounded in her ear.
"Ye Huohuo, you've finally deigned to wake up. If anything had happened to you, our master would have skinned us both alive!" Yan Rong's exasperated voice also boomed in her ear.
"Senior sister, speak softer. I'm not deaf!" Ye Huohuo weakly turned her head, instinctively burrowing closer into Li Mohan's arms. Yan Rong's loud voice made her head hurt even more, and she could only protest softly.
A warm, large hand covered her ear, and her thumb gently massaged her temple with just the right pressure.
"Feeling better?" The deep, pleasant voice resonated from Li Mohan's chest into Ye Huohuo's heart. At that moment, she felt her heart grow incredibly warm.
Yan Rong, who had intended to retort, saw Ye Huohuo's state, and her surging anger shifted direction. Her gaze flickered.
"It's all that brat's fault. If your third brother hadn't run over there to make trouble, my junior sister wouldn't have had her soul leave her body again!"
Yan Rong walked over to Li Mo Yan, gritting her teeth as she looked at him. Li Mo Yan's complexion was much better now, but his weak yang energy and being possessed by a ghost still left him pale, his lips tinged with white, and dark circles under his eyes.
"When will Mo Yan wake up!" Li Mohan gently massaged Ye Huohuo's head with his fingers, asking casually.
"When will this heartless fellow wake up? Can't you hear him snoring? The kid is sleeping soundly!" Yan Rong's lips curled into a cold smile. "Everything that happened today was his fault. I'll wake him up for you!"
As she spoke, Yan Rong picked up a cup of cold tea from the table and, without a word, poured it all over Li Mo Yan's face.
"Is it raining?!" Li Mo Yan cried out, and he sprang up from the sofa as if his backside had springs.
"What rain, you brat? Do you know you almost killed my junior sister?" Yan Rong placed one foot on the sofa and grabbed Li Mo Yan's chin with one hand, looking down at him from above.
The moment Li Mo Yan opened his eyes, he saw a voluptuous beauty with single-lidded eyes full of danger appear before him. He didn't quite grasp where he was. "Beauty, what scene are we in? Give me a reminder. I might have fallen asleep just now and forgotten my lines!"
Yan Rong narrowed her eyes and patted the dazed Li Mo Yan's face with the back of her finger. "Pretty boy, are you brain-dead from sleeping? Forget your lines? Do you know you just walked through the gates of hell? And you almost killed my junior sister, and you've forgotten? Should I help you remember?"
As she spoke, she somehow produced a small knife, its cold gleam circling in front of Li Mo Yan's eyes.
Li Mo Yan had seen a lot, but he had never had a real knife brandished so close to his eyes. His eyeballs followed the tip of the knife, and he could almost feel the chilling cold emanating from it penetrating his skin.
Sweat beaded on his forehead without him realizing it.
"My good sir, or rather, my lady, how have I offended you? I truly do not know your junior sister!" Li Mo Yan sensed the murderous intent emanating from the beauty before him. It was definitely not the fake fierceness he encountered from opponents during filming.
The knife was real, and the killing intent was real. Li Mo Yan felt as if his life were about to be ended with a single stroke by this beautiful woman.
In his panic, he blurted out all the lines he had memorized, regardless of their era.
"Pfft!" At this incredibly tense moment, a completely incongruous laugh rang out.