Yang Guo: I defied death and reached the heavens in The Return of the Condor Heroes

Her voice rose higher and higher.

His emotions became increasingly agitated and out of control, and his reason had drifted to the edge of chaos.

He kept pounding his head with both hands, as if trying to use external force to break the blankness in his mind and find the lost answers.

But each blow only brought more intense dizziness and more excruciating pain.

A dizzying, disorienting sensation swept over her entire body, her soul felt as if it were being torn apart, and layers of pain piled up, completely crushing her last shred of willpower.

Her forehead pressed against the cold stone ground, her shoulders heaved, her body curled up even more tightly, and her suppressed sobs were intermittent and mournful.

Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, and Granny Sun were all deeply moved by the sight before them.

Previously, the three had their own speculations, wondering whether Li Mochou would be enraged and go berserk after waking up, or whether she would be cold and stern, silently waiting for death.

But no one could have predicted that after the awakening of this once-powerful demon, he would be so disoriented, confused, and helpless.

Granny Sun slowly withdrew her hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, her brows furrowed tightly, her gaze intently discerning every subtle expression and every tremor of Li Mochou's body.

Then she tentatively called out in a gentle voice:

"Mo Chou?"

Li Mochou, curled up with her head in her hands, showed no reaction, wallowing in endless pain and confusion, completely unmoved by the calls from the outside world.

Seeing this, Granny Sun took a deep breath, and with an undeniable certainty in her voice, called out again in a deep voice:

"Li Mochou!"

This call was like a heavy hammer falling into a valley, causing Li Mochou to tremble violently.

That wandering, scattered, and rootless consciousness was finally forcibly pulled back slightly by this aged, deep call.

She slowly raised her face, which was covered in cold sweat and tears, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to her swollen and purplish cheeks.

A pair of empty eyes stared blankly at Granny Sun in front of him. His voice was increasingly hoarse and sluggish due to the swelling of his cheeks and the dryness of his throat, and his words were unclear:

"Li Mochou...who is she?...Who is Li Mochou?"

Hearing Li Mochou's childlike and comical reply, Granny Sun gently shook her head, all fear and resentment completely disappearing from her eyes.

Her gaze was gentle and deep, and her words were steady and clear, reaching Li Mochou's ears with unambiguous clarity:

"You are Li Mochou. This is the ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain, the place where you learned your skills from childhood and grew up. I am Granny Sun. You really... don't remember anything at all?"

"I am Li Mochou... Granny Sun from the Ancient Tomb... I am Li Mochou... Granny Sun from the Ancient Tomb..."

Li Mochou murmured repeatedly, repeating these names over and over again, as if she were trying her best to retrieve a few scattered fragments of remaining memories from the depths of her mind.

After repeating the mantra several times, the chaotic mist in her eyes gradually cleared, her disordered and trembling breathing slowly calmed down, and her emotions, which were on the verge of collapse, also stabilized a bit.

Looking at her bewildered and ignorant appearance, Grandma Sun felt even more pity for her and gently patted her shoulder.

This time, Li Mochou did not dodge. Upon hearing the words "ancient tomb," a faint sense of belonging arose in her heart, and her instinct to be afraid and retreat when encountering people had faded away.

Seeing that the commotion had subsided, Yang Guo, who was sitting on a chair nearby, let out a long sigh of relief. He was filled with mixed feelings and sighed deeply.

His original intention was to subdue the demon, bring him back to the Ancient Tomb, and let Xiaolongnu decide how to deal with him according to the rules of her sect.

Little did he know that with just a few slaps, he would damage the soul of this abandoned disciple of the Ancient Tomb, who had become obsessed with love, and cause him to lose all his past life.

Yang Guo pondered deeply, feeling that the world was absurd, fate was capricious, life was but a fleeting dream, and life was but a series of autumns...

After finishing his reflections, he decided to get up and leave the stone chamber to relieve himself in the outhouse. As he stood up, his clothes rubbed against the stone bench, making a sound.

This tiny rustling sound, however insignificant, reached the ears of the sensitive Li Mochou and sounded like a thunderclap, a nightmare descending upon her!

She suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of clarity and confusion, her gaze meeting Yang Guo's as he stood up and started walking.

In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply, and her body began to convulse violently, more terrified and intense than ever before.

It requires no memory support, no knowledge of the person's identity, and no understanding of the source of fear.

Just seeing that figure made the hairs on her body stand on end, a bone-chilling cold swept over her, and she instinctively reacted violently.

Li Mochou cried out in alarm and desperately scrambled to climb towards the dead corner of the stone wall, using both hands and feet.

Fingertips scraped against the bluestone floor, producing a sharp, piercing screech.

His back slammed heavily against the hard stone wall with a dull thud.

She was completely unaware of the dull pain in her skin, and held her hands high in front of her to block it.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and her cries were shrill and broken, filled with utter terror.

"Don't come any closer! I was wrong! I was wrong! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

She didn't even know what she had done wrong, let alone why she should apologize to the boy in front of her.

But this plea for mercy seemed to be an instinctive reaction that was already imprinted deep in his flesh and bones, and in his soul and consciousness.

This caused her body and mouth to be out of control of her mind, and she blurted out the words without thinking.

This sudden and bizarre turn of events caused Granny Sun and Little Dragon Girl to turn their heads at the same time, their gazes falling on Yang Guo.

Her gaze held a scrutinizing and probing quality, as if she were secretly speculating about what heinous crime Yang Guo had committed against Li Mochou.

Yang Guo, simultaneously receiving two heavy gazes, felt somewhat amused and exasperated. He helplessly spread his hands and frankly said:

"Grandma, Miss Long, please don't look at me like that. I really didn't do anything... I just slapped her a few times. Who would have thought it would turn out like this..."

His voice was initially calm and unhurried, but as he continued speaking, it gradually grew weaker and weaker.

The two looked away before the other person could finish listening.

Granny Sun turned her head and her gaze met Xiaolongnu's, their eyes briefly overlapping in mid-air.

The old man silently inquired with the look in his eyes, wanting to know what Xiaolongnu was planning, and quietly waited for her to make up her mind.

Xiaolongnu moved gracefully, walking directly to Li Mochou and slightly bending her knees to lower her posture.

His gaze was level with Li Mochou's, who was slumped on the ground, without the slightest hint of condescension or aloofness.

Li Mochou looked at Xiaolongnu, and all the vigilance and agitation she had just felt because of Yang Guo vanished. She showed no resistance or evasion whatsoever.

She felt that the girl in front of her had a particularly familiar aura, and a faint, inexplicable sense of closeness arose in her heart.

Little Dragon Girl gazed silently into her bloodshot eyes and slowly spoke:

"Senior sister, this is the ancient tomb, your home. Welcome home."

Her usually aloof and indifferent voice had shed its usual coldness and distance, and was now filled with a gentle warmth.

Li Mochou stared blankly at Xiaolongnu's exquisitely beautiful face, her lips unconsciously moving slightly once more as she murmured repeatedly:

"Home...my home..."