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Chu MuYun found him without much effort.

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He was curled up in a desolate corner, with no one beside him.
His long hair hung down like a waterfall and his body had become even more skinny.
And, because his silver hair was too long, it fell on the ground and was in contact with the mud.
The bright silver and the gray-brown earth formed a sharp contrast and gave people an unbearable feeling when looking at it.

It is estimated that all people who first see Jun Mo will feel pity.

After all, his appearance was so charming, thin and pitiful.
Although his face was expressionless, the translucent silver eyes seemed to be overflowing with sadness from time to time, leading people to want to take him in.

These would be the thoughts of a good person.
Of course many wicked people will be stimulated with thoughts of abuse in their hearts after seeing him.

Such a look, such a temperament, arouses pity and depravity.

It’s like a beautiful gem falling into the mud.
People couldn’t help wanting to continue to discredit, contaminate and defile him.
That kind of morbid pleasure will arouse many people’s desire for violence.

But no matter what kind of person it is, it was all the same to Jun Mo.

He had no cultivation so he couldn’t resist anything.
He can’t refuse people that wanted to adopt him and even if they wanted to kidnap him, he could also only obey.

He can’t prevent natural disasters from befalling people who treated him well, nor did he have the ability to make these disasters recognize the wicked from the good, so as not to harm the innocent.

After countless such experiences, after such a long time, he no longer had any expectations regarding good and evil, or good and bad.

Because no matter what, in the end you won’t be able to escape the word ‘death’.

Chu MuYun looked at him from the side.

The silver-haired boy looked very pitiful but in fact no one could really hurt him.

The cult leader was probably enamored 80% by his appearance and wanted him to be a male pet.
Hence he kept Jun Mo in his rooms but in fact he completely didn’t even touch Jun Mo once.

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Jun Mo’s consciousness can affect the Body of Heavenly Disaster- although he could not block it, he could strengthen it.

The villager’s words from before demonstrated this.

At first they took in Jun Mo but it was only Lao-Wang’s family that had an accident.
Wang’s youngest son who brought Jun Mo back was not hurt.

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After that, although the whole village was abducted, they had the good luck to encounter Chu MuYun, so it can be considered that they just got a scare but didn’t come to any real harm.

Then compare that to the ending of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, that really can be summarized in the word: ‘tragic’.

It was 80% likely that the leader had a wicked attitude towards Jun Mo and so made Jun Mo disgusted.
Hence the natural disasters that was attracted to him were especially cruel.

The leader was first conspired by someone close to him, then his beloved possession (the corpse leader) was taken, and finally his whole organization was wiped out and not a single soul was left….

It seemed this was still not enough.
A landslide and an earthquake then transformed the entire ghost mountain into ruins.

From a certain perspective, Jun Mo is the most difficult person to provoke.

If you irritated him, it wasn’t just your death on the line.
It was a whole bunch of deaths and he couldn’t even stop it.

Thinking of this, Chu MuYun couldn’t help sighing again.

Little Sloth seemed to have no desire or ambition.
He doesn’t seem to care about anything in the world.
However, in fact he still has a trace of kindness in his heart.

Because of this kindness, he never irritated ordinary people who scolded him or even beat him.
If he really cared, how would anyone dare to scold him? It’s afraid they would have died long ago.

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Because of this, he has been bullied and tortured, but even if he was always in despair, he does not want to abuse the power of the Body of Heavenly Disaster.

Chu MuYun walked out of the dark, showing his face and shape.

Jun Mo raised his head fiercely, staring at him with a pair of empty silver eyes.

Shen Yun has been dead for thousands of years but obviously this young boy still remembered him.

Chu MuYun smiled and said, “Are you okay?”

Jun Mo remained silent but stared at him fixedly.

Chu MuYun stretched out his hand, hooked up a strand of his hair and smoothed it over his thin shoulders: “Do we know each other?”

He asked this deliberately and, after the question was voiced, he saw the empty silver eyes dim a bit.

There are so many people in the world with similar appearances, not to mention that Chu MuYun and Shen Yun are only five or six points similar.
Upon closer inspection, you will understand that they are definitely not the same person.

Jun Mo shook his head and replied softly: “No.”

Chu MuYun smiled, “It doesn’t matter if we don’t know each other.
From now on, we can get acquainted.
My name is Ling Mu.
What’s your name?”

Jun Mo didn’t have much reaction to the kindness Chu MuYun directed towards him.
He just lowered his eyes slightly and said calmly, “Jun Mo.” 

Chu MuYun stretched out his hand to him, “If you don’t have a place to go, you can follow me in the future?”

Jun Mo looked at him.
The palms in the slender hand were dry and he felt as though he could feel the hot temperature without touching them… But he knew that if he touched it, then this warmth would soon become deathly cold.

Jun Mo retracted his gaze and refused: “There’s no need.”

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Chu MuYun was not surprised.
He smiled at him and said, “I’ve heard of your experiences.”

Jun Mo remained unmoved: “Since that’s the case then please leave me alone.”

Chu MuYun said again, “Maybe I have a way to get rid of the Body of Heavenly Disaster.”

Jun Mo suddenly looked up at him.

Chu MuYun smiled: “Would you like to try?”

Jun Mo remained silent, still looking at him calmly.

Chu MuYun continued: “I have no relatives, nothing left to do, and no worries in the world.
The worst result is just my death.”

“You’ve seen too much life and death and so you should be used to that… So, do you want to give it a try?”

Jun Mo finally said, “Why?”

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Chu MuYun had a reason: “Living too long, knowing too much, one will gradually feel that life is very boring.” He lowered the corner of his mouth lightly and jokingly said, “Just treat me as being bored and wanting to challenge ‘the impossible’.”

What he said was quite absurd but Jun Mo was unexpectedly moved.

This man knows his physique, knows what kind of fate he will bring him and knows what his end will be in the end.

He was not pitying him, he was not trying to save him, nor was he gratifying his over-excessive sense of compassion.

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He told him bluntly: I’m just bored.
I met you by chance and wanted a challenge.

There was no psychological burden, no emotional kidnapping, everything was just so transparent.

Jun Mo didn’t expect anything but his heart twitched unexpectedly.

It is also unclear whether it is the additional effect brought by the familiar appearance, or if the words he said are too beautiful but anyway… Jun Mo nodded.

Chu MuYun smiled and stroked his soft hair very naturally with his palm.
He said slowly: “Don’t worry, the people who will be hurt by those natural disasters are not strong enough.”

Jun Mo’s body trembled slightly.

His actions, demeanor and words are so familiar.

Even after a thousand years, he still remembered it as freshly as though it had just happened and would never forget it.

After all, those short years were the only peace and quiet in his long life.

Although in the end…

Chu MuYun watched the subtle changes in his expression and asked softly: “You seem to… know me?”

Jun Mo paused and said, “You are very similar to an old friend of mine.”

“Oh?” Chu MuYun asked, his curiosity seemingly aroused, “Does he look like me? I have never had a blood relative.
I don’t know where he is at the moment? Is it possible to see him?”

Jun Mo’s eyes fell slightly: “He died.”