Rebirth in the End of the World: My Little Godly Man

"This... this..." Li Muchen sat cross-legged on the bed with a few old books piled in front of him. He looked embarrassed and stared at the books in a daze, "This is not right..."

Mo Yanshu packed up the supplies they had brought back recently, and looking at the small pile of snacks placed in the corner of the room, his eyes flashed slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

After hearing Li Muchen's mumbling, Mo Yanshu put down what he was holding, walked to the bed, looked at the things spread all over the bed, and shook his head helplessly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That's not right. I've checked, and nothing matches. Look, there's no infant spirit, no vengeful spirit... None of them. When I went to see him that night, I brought a talisman paper with me. Ghost bags cause fever, but this guy doesn't have a fever..."

What the hell???

Mo Yanshu's eyebrows were slightly raised.

He thought Liang Fengyuan was more like that ghost, and whoever got close to him would be unlucky.

According to what the fortune teller on the street said before, if you are possessed by a ghost, you will always be unlucky.

"Is it possible that there is something wrong with him?" he asked.

Li Muchen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be like that. At least he was normal when he was in school. And you see he has our house key, which means my grandfather should have a good relationship with him... If he has problems, there's no reason why my grandfather wouldn't see it..."

Having said that, Li Muchen seemed to suddenly remember something and started rummaging through the pile of books on the bed.

"Humans must be in harmony with the Way of Heaven..." As Li Muchen spoke, his brows unconsciously wrinkled into a "川" shape, "Will there be any problems with Xiao Liang's rebirth..."

Mo Yanshu thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Probably not."

"Why?" Li Muchen asked, a little confused, without raising his head as he flipped through the yellowed book.

"After several lifetimes, it seems that there won't be any problems with rebirth..." Mo Yanshu murmured. His voice was not loud, but after he finished speaking, he felt another voice in his head pulling him...

As Li Muchen was flipping through the pages, Mo Yanshu's eyes fell on a very familiar book...

He stared at the book for two seconds, then sat down on the bed, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Mu Chen, can I take a look at your book?"

As soon as Mo Yanshu finished speaking, Li Muchen suddenly looked up at him with some surprise in his eyes: "No, you..."

"Hmm? Can't I watch it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Muchen nodded repeatedly, raised his hand to pull out the book, and handed it to Mo Yanshu, "Take a look."

Mo Yanshu chuckled softly, took the book, and laughed softly.

"The sun really rose from the west! Mo Yanshu doesn't even think this kind of book is superstitious..." Li Muchen waved his hand and then continued to lower his head, "But now you are particularly charming."

Mo Yanshu's lips curled up slightly when he heard this. No one's deskmate would be pestered to tell his fortune when they first met...

Besides, if I remember correctly, he had just lost his parents at that time, so it would be strange if anyone cared about him.

Just thinking about it, it seems like it happened decades ago...

"Yanshu! Hey! What are you thinking about?!"

A hand was waving in front of his eyes. Mo Yanshu suddenly came back to his senses. He turned to look at Li Muchen and asked softly, "Hmm? What did you just say?"

"Really? Why are you so absent-minded all of a sudden..." Li Muchen put down the book in his hand, moved closer to Mo Yanshu, and leaned against him. He rested his chin on Mo Yanshu's shoulder, staring at the book in Mo Yanshu's hand and said, "I asked you what's wrong with this book. Did you find anything interesting?"

"Not really..."

Mo Yanshu hesitated for a moment. He had asked Li Muchen about the protective spell before, and he wondered if Li Muchen would be worried if he brought it up again now.

"Huh?" Li Muchen was puzzled. The person lay on his shoulder, and his hands began to become dishonest again. He circled his waist and touched his stomach.

Mo Yanshu stood up, grabbed the hand on his abdomen, and interlocked his fingers with Li Muchen to prevent him from touching him.

"Do you remember the protective spell I told you about before?" he said slowly.

Li Muchen thought for a moment and nodded: "I remember, I looked for it in the book, but I didn't see it..."

"Isn't it in this book too?" Mo Yanshu asked.

"Yes." Li Muchen nodded, "But it's okay to turn it over again. You turn it over. My mind is a little confused. Let me rest for a while."

As he spoke, he leaned his whole body on Mo Yanshu's back. Mo Yanshu held his hand with one hand and gently turned the pages of the book with the other hand.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of flipping pages, nothing else.

Not long after, the sound of even breathing came to his ears. Mo Yanshu's fingertips pinching the pages of the book paused. He turned his head and his eyes fell on Li Muchen who was leaning beside him. A warm feeling passed through his heart.

He tidied up the books that covered the bed, held Li Muchen in his arms and laid him down on the bed, covered him with a quilt before continuing to flip through the book in his hand.

He didn't know how many times he had thought about a life like this. Now it finally looked like what he wanted, but there was still a little bit missing. Liang Fengyuan and the Zhenshu Gang, as long as these things were resolved...

Mo Yanshu narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then continued to flip through the book.

Contrary to his expectations, he flipped through three old books covered with brown paper but still found nothing related to the guardian spell.

Is it really that he is thinking too much?

Were those really just dreams...

"Yanshu...we..." Li Muchen on the bed muttered something. He didn't hear clearly. Li Muchen turned over and continued to sleep with the quilt in his arms.

He has been very busy these days, so it would be good for him to have a good rest.

Mo Yanshu sighed and continued to flip through the book in his hand.

There are several books that are handwritten, and it seems to be Grandpa Li's handwriting. They look quite old and the handwriting is a little blurred, but it does not affect the reading.

After flipping through the books from beginning to end, he still didn't see anything related to the protective spell. Mo Yanshu sighed, put the books away, and placed them all in a large bag near the door. If anything unexpected happened, it would be convenient to take them out.

However, this building has been occupied for a while, and it doesn't look like it will collapse in the near future.

Mo Yanshu rubbed his sore eyes, and the moment he turned around, a faint sound came from a distance. It was the roar of a motorcycle, but because the distance was too far, the sound seemed very weak.

He frowned slightly, stood there without moving, and listened for a while. Then his eyes became stern and he strode towards the window.

He raised his hand and picked up the small telescope by the window, and looked into the distance...