The Dao Heart Wavers

Everyone was stunned except for Lin Mo.

Even Jiang Yunlu couldn't help but look up at Xie Yuling.

Why did she think Xie Yuling was so handsome?

Xie Yuling turned her head and glanced at Jiang Yunlu.

It was a heartbeat, oh no, that look was impossible to avoid!

Then Xie Yuling slowly turned her head back to Lin Mo, raising an eyebrow slightly.

She knew Lin Mo could see it.

Lin Mo opened the car door and stepped out.

"To be honest, I didn't expect this outcome either, but you were quite decisive."

Lin Mo felt that Xie Yuling's resolute and decisive nature was very impressive; if it had been someone else, they might have hesitated.

Many times, hesitation leads to defeat.

On the other hand, Shouzhen let out a sigh of relief, his body slightly weak as he sat down heavily on the ground.

Liu Zheng and the others slowly walked over.

"Seriously, what exactly is going on? Lin Mo, you should give us a few more Five Thunder Talismans—those things are way too useful."

Liu Zheng had no shame in asking.

Meanwhile, Shouzhen looked at Xie Yuling. He had no divine sense, but he knew the Grandmaster had it—divine sense could be called the natural enemy of souls.

At that moment, he also realized that Xie Yuling possessed divine sense.

The Grandmaster had cultivated for so long just to develop divine sense.

In this instant, his Dao heart truly wavered. He had been cultivating for so long, even expending his essence blood just to drive back that fierce soul.

Yet Lin Mo's Five Thunder Talisman could blast it into nothingness.

He didn't know what to do anymore.

Old Bai noticed that Shouzhen seemed off, so he walked over and patted his shoulder lightly.

Ning Qingcheng, on the other hand, stared at Xie Yuling with curiosity.

"Sister Yuling, you're really amazing. That thing tried to bite you back, and you just took it down with one move. If it were me, I wouldn't know what to do."

Although Ning Qingcheng had space-based abilities, she truly had no idea how to deal with these non-physical monsters.

Liu Zheng stepped forward as well.

"So the fierce soul is dealt with, right? No one else will die because of it?"

Xia Zhi also nodded, "Yeah, and we broke up a human trafficking ring on the side."

"No, half of one. There's still another one up north."

This case could indeed be considered closed.

But...

That night.

In the Fanshan area, the night air was mixed with the smoky haze of charcoal fires. The sweet scent of honey and the aroma of meat slowly drifted into their noses, accompanied by the scraping sound of plastic stools against the floor and the sharp clinks of beer bottles.

Everyone sat together in a roadside food stall.

"Seriously, Lin Mo, you mean it?"

Old Bai downed a large gulp of ice-cold beer, exhaling a white breath, looking utterly incredulous. "Driving an hour just for a few skewers of honey chicken wings? Aren't the ones in the city good enough? Why come all the way from the north of Yangcheng to the south?"

"Old Bai, shut up and drink your beer—you're not the one driving." Liu Zheng retorted angrily, a glass of iced cola bubbling cheerfully in front of him.

Lin Mo poked at the coconut milk in his cup with a skewer, the ice cubes clinking. He leisurely began to speak, "Just came to see another perspective of the Rashomon effect."

"Rashomon effect? What do you mean?" Everyone looked at him curiously.

Lin Mo didn't rush to explain. Instead, he raised his chin slightly toward the distance.

"Look, the show's starting."

Following his gaze, a woman with curly hair and a rather voluptuous figure was holding a menu, walking up to the barbecue master's grill. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to drift over to their table.

"The police just called me to come identify Xiao Wei's remains."

The barbecue master paused flipping the meat skewers for half a second; the bamboo stick scraped lightly against the grill.

He didn't lift his head, his voice muffled from behind the mask. "Are you going?"

The woman curled her lips and tossed the menu aside, "Why would I go? Bad luck."

The barbecue master paused again, then grumbled, "After all, his dad and grandma are dead. I told you back then to take him away, but you said no. Raising one more here wouldn't have been a problem for me. Now, identifying the body is only right."

"Just seeing that kid reminds me of his damn father!" The woman's voice turned shrill. "He never obeyed at home. When I wanted to discipline him, his dead grandmother would protect him like a baby. If I had wanted to take him, would she have let me?"

The barbecue master didn't argue with her. He just let out a heavy sigh and continued flipping the skewers.

"He's gone now. What's the point of saying all this? He was still your flesh and blood."

"I'm not going." The woman was firm. "I never planned to see him again anyway. I'll just pretend I never gave birth to that son."

The flames licked at the meat, sizzling.

The barbecue master didn't stop his hands. He was silent for a long while before speaking again, "Back then... I shouldn't have gotten involved with you before you were even divorced. If you hadn't met me, maybe you wouldn't have had to put up with so much."

"Put up with it? In this lifetime, I've never known what 'putting up with it' means!" The woman bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Living with a useless sack like that was what put me through hell! Divorce was the best thing! We hadn't had feelings for ages, and I had to earn money to support his whole family—do I owe them?"

As her voice trailed off, the surroundings seemed to grow quiet for a moment.

Old Bai forgot to drink the beer in his hand; Liu Zheng stared blankly at his iced cola.

A more complete, and crueler, piece of the story puzzle had been dropped in front of them unexpectedly.

It wasn't about who was right or wrong, but it left a heavy feeling in their chests.

Hard to judge. Too hard.

The old woman's fixation had been Xiao Wei, thinking of him until her dying breath.

As for Xiao Wei, his greatest wish before he died was probably to see his mother one last time—a mother who didn't want to see him at all.

But in Xie Yuling's divine sense vision, she had seen the woman's reddened eyes.

Just angry words.

They really couldn't say this woman was wrong.

She hadn't said anything false, nor could they say the grandmother was right.

Everything was too difficult to sort into right and wrong.

This late-night meal, though it gave them the complete truth and conclusion, still made everyone feel as uneasy as sitting on pins and needles.

Even Uncle Zhao, as he drove, could feel the low pressure emanating from the back seats.

To him, the day's events, though dramatic, were utterly normal.

As for the ladies' later discomfort, it only showed their lack of deep understanding of society.

Once you step out into the world, you'll find countless messy people and things entangling you.