Warhammer: Become a Saint Starting with the Banner of Souls

Chapter 105 You're a jinx

Qin Mo rushed over.

He stumbled and almost fell as he rushed to Zhao Ling'er's side. He knelt down and, with trembling hands, lifted her body into his arms.

She was so light, as light as a feather.

It was so light that Qin Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone were squeezing it.

"Ling'er! Ling'er!"

His voice was already a little hoarse.

I called that name over and over again.

The person in his arms did not react.

Qin Mo channeled his spiritual energy into Zhao Ling'er's body, attempting to examine her injuries.

However, all he felt was chaos and exhaustion.

Meridians are severed, the dantian is shattered, and internal organs are completely destroyed. The breath of life is slipping away at an irreversible rate.

"No..

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Qin Mo's voice was trembling.

He held Zhao Ling'er tightly; one hand supported the back of her head; the other hand frantically channeled spiritual energy into her body.

"Don't go, Ling'er, can you hear me? Don't go..."

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Just then.

Zhao Ling'er's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Qin Mo paused.

Then, those eyes slowly opened.

Those eyes he had looked at countless times.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her pupils were unfocused, as if they could no longer be focused. But she still seemed to see Qin Mo.

Because her lips moved.

She was trying to speak.

"for.

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The sound was very weak.

It was so faint that Qin Mo had to put his ear right up to her mouth to hear her clearly.

Why...?

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Her voice was broken and intermittent, each word sounding as if she had used up all her strength.

Why are you leaving...?

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Qin Mo's body stiffened.

"If you don't leave..."

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Zhao Ling'er raised her hand slightly, as if wanting to touch Qin Mo's face. But her hand fell limply down after only halfway up.

"I wouldn't..."

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The last word was left unsaid.

The last glimmer of light in those eyes slowly faded away.

His hand fell to the ground.

His chest stopped rising and falling, and he was no longer breathing.

Qin Mo held Zhao Ling'er's body and knelt amidst the charred ruins.

"No."

That's not how it works.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching Zhao Ling'er's. Her skin was already starting to cool. The speed at which the temperature was disappearing was chilling.

"It shouldn't be like this."

His hands gripped Zhao Ling'er's dress tightly, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if something was churning, surging, and trying to break free from his body.

"sorry.

"I'm sorry, Ling'er."

He repeated those two words over and over again.

"Ling'er".

"Ling'er".

"Wake up."

"Don't go."

"do not leave Me.

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Qin Mo called out to him again and again.

And at that very moment.

Black gas began to seep from Qin Mo's body.

The black mist didn't look like smoke; it was more like some kind of liquid, with an unsettling wriggling sensation.

After the black mist left Qin Mo's body, it did not dissipate in the air.

Instead, it drifted off in a certain direction.

That direction.

There was nothing there.

At least, nothing can be seen with the naked eye.

But the black mist seemed to be attracted by something, and kept flowing towards that direction.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the quantity is also increasing.

From the initial wisps and strands to the later clusters, it was as if a valve had been opened.

If someone can see through the illusion, they will discover what the black mist represents.

That is the embodiment of emotions.

Grief. Guilt. Self-blame. Despair.

These negative emotions are extracted by some force, condensed into substance, and then sent somewhere.

A being that opened its maw in the void, greedily devouring all spiritual energy.

It is eating.

They used Qin Mo's suffering as sustenance.

"Host! Please stay awake!"

The system's voice sounded again.

"This is just an illusion! None of this is real! Zhao Ling'er isn't here! This is a mental trap built by Jianqi using your memories! Its purpose is to harvest your negative emotions!"

"Your spiritual energy is being continuously drained! If this continues, it may cause irreversible damage to your soul!"

however.

Qin Mo knelt amidst the ruins, holding Zhao Ling'er's cold body.

His lips were still moving.

He called out that name over and over again.

"Ling'er."

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"Ling'er."

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"sorry....

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The system's voice. He seemed not to hear it at all.

Or perhaps, they heard it, but chose to ignore it.

The black energy continued to gush out of his body.

It grew thicker and thicker, surging towards the unseen maw in the void.

In the unseen depths of the void, there seems to be something.

He was letting out a satisfied laugh.

Qin Mo knelt in the scorched earth, holding Zhao Ling'er's cold body in his arms. He seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes empty and dull.

Just then.

Two figures slowly emerged from the embers of the flames.

He slowly raised his head. Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhao Yuanshan, Li Suyun.

His adoptive parents.

The two people who pulled him back from the brink of death and gave him a second life were now standing less than three steps in front of him, looking down at him.

But their eyes...

Qin Mo would rather they be angry. He would rather they hit him. He would rather they bombard him with the most vicious spells.

Anything is fine.

The one thing you should never do is look at him like that.

That was disappointment.

It's as if they regret the decision they made back then.

"Father... Mother... I..."

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Qin Mo's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, to explain something, but when the words reached his lips, he found that he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

What could he possibly say?

Who is lying in my arms?

It's Zhao Ling'er, their daughter.

He was the only person they couldn't let go of before they died, the only person they entrusted to him.

Zhao Yuanshan spoke.

"You're a jinx."

Each word felt like a blunt knife, tearing at Qin Mo's heart.

"If only I hadn't adopted you."

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Zhao Yuanshan's gaze fell on Zhao Ling'er in Qin Mo's arms, his eyes filled with endless grief and regret.

"You killed my whole family."

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Qin Mo's body trembled violently.

"No!"

"That's not how it is, Father, let me explain..."

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"What else do you have to say for yourself!"

Zhao Yuanshan's voice suddenly boomed like thunder.

This was a volume Qin Mo had never heard before.

In his memory, even if Qin Mo caused a huge disaster when he was a child, Zhao Yuanshan would just shake his head, sigh, and then patiently reason with him.

"You really are a born evil cultivator!"

"We shouldn't have saved you in the first place! We entrusted you with taking care of Ling'er, and look what happened!"

He reached out, his hand trembling as he pointed to Zhao Ling'er's corpse in Qin Mo's arms.

And the result?!

Qin Mo opened his mouth. No sound came out.

"No... I never thought it would turn out like this... I... I wanted to take all of this upon myself... I'm sorry..."

sorry...

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