Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 461 - 452: Copping a Feel

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

As if some mechanism had been triggered.

Dark green insects flapped their wings, flying collectively from the branches, scattering, gathering, swirling.

The dormant winter bugs were disturbed.

"What are these... moths?"

Hundreds and thousands of moths filled the entire space, buzzing loudly!

The scene was truly spectacular.

Everyone had to retreat further back.

Of course, this was only a visual impact; the reality was dire.

The unknown moths emitted a gas that, although they did not attack humans, contained toxins that permeated everyone present through the air.

The situation started spiraling out of control.

People continuously shouted and screamed.

"Did you steal the Spirit Stone I hid? Admit it, or I’ll kill you."

A senior brother, with a hideous expression, slashed wildly at the cave wall.

"Quick, tell me, Twelve, do you like Senior Sister Nine? Damn it, she is so talented and beautiful, noble and precious, and you dare to covet her?"

As he spoke, he punched forward.

The person being hit retaliated fiercely, "Why does Master like you? Clearly, I’m the more outstanding one. Today, I’ll beat you to death; let’s see how you continue to curry favor."

The two rolled together, tearing and wrestling, unwilling to yield to each other.

Someone sobbed loudly, "Mother, did you really abandon me? Why are you so heartless? I’ve tried so hard, why are you still giving up on me, in what way am I not better than my big brother? He’s just an adopted bastard."

Holding down an innocent person he had pinned, his nails dug into the other’s flesh.

"Ah!"

"There’s a ghost!"

The crying suddenly stopped, the face gradually twisted and contorted, eyes bloodshot.

"You forced me, you all forced me, that bastard should just die."

"No, don’t haunt me, I really didn’t kill Second Uncle, he was a monster, it was a monster..."

Someone trembled, curling up tightly in a corner.

"I won’t lose, I won’t lose, I’m the strongest."

A gleaming large knife, with a sound of cutting through the air, swung towards Mo Shang.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The large knife and the long sword collided, sparks flying.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mo Shang circled behind the maddened person and knocked him out with a single palm.

The opponent’s body limply fell to the ground, while Mo Shang supported the ground difficultly with his sword, gasping heavily, the move exhausting his remaining determination.

He could barely hold on, with countless scenes flashing in his mind.

There were upheavals in the family, the tragic death of his mother, the derision and alienation of relatives and friends.

Various scenes leapt from the depths of memory, the horrific, the cruel, the most unbearable flashed before his eyes.

Fiery red sunset, crimson blood drenched the earth.

Framed and humiliated, forced to kneel, his dignity was ruthlessly trampled into the mud.

The seeds of hatred, uncontrollable emotions, like magma about to erupt.

"Ah!"

Even knowing something was off with his state, he was powerless to stop, the negative emotions in his mind pressing tighter and tighter.

Gripping the sword hilt tightly.

His mouth already cut by his own teeth.

With the last of his reason, Mo Shang swung the long sword, stabbing his own thigh fiercely.

The states of the junior brothers ahead were all incorrect, seemingly controlled by something, amplifying the darkness and fear within their hearts, bloodshed and violence, cutting, and wrestling with each other.

They very likely were caught in some Illusion Technique, he needed to stay rational and clear-headed, or else they’d be finished.

This Illusion Technique was too terrifying, since entering the mountain, they hadn’t died under the claws of Fierce Beasts nor at the hands of enemies, but instead attacked each other, slaughtering one another.

If not stopped soon, there really would be total annihilation.

Clang!

The long sword was knocked from his hand by a dagger.

"Senior Brother has not recovered from his injuries, and can’t withstand such strain."

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s light words rang out.

Mo Shang lifted his blood-red eyes, speaking with difficulty, "You, are fine!"

"Of course, I’m fine, I know a little anyway, this kind of Illusion Technique can’t trouble me."

Cheng Xiaoxiao said casually but confidently, her face relaxed, as if she wasn’t the one who nearly lost control three minutes ago.

With previous encounters, Cheng Xiaoxiao had quite a resistance build-up.

But even she didn’t hold out long.

However, her direction of losing control was bizarre enough to make one gnash their teeth.

The coquettish demeanor unbearable for others.

Crying out that Ah Mo was her husband, her oppa, in a sweet soft voice that seemed to enchant ears.

The fool who remained unfazed when someone swung a knife at her, frustrating yet helpless enough to draw tears.

Mo Xiaoyi had to emerge from invisibility, saving the tender figure about to be pierced with a wave of his sleeve.

Frowning at the green moths fluttering throughout the space.

He pressed his lips tightly, showing great disdain.

Each time the moths flapped their wings, they released a small amount of powder into the air.

The powder was colorless, tasteless, and exceedingly fine, nearly invisible to the naked eye.

But it magnified the emotions buried within the hearts of people infinitely—the most fearful, the most dreaded, the most unbearable, or the things they dared not do ordinarily but wished to attempt, all erupted.

It could delve into the deepest secrets within one’s heart.

So the little girl’s most desired actions...

Mo Shang found the softness in his arms rather burdensomely hot.

All of this trouble was caused by these moths.

With a snap of his fingers, tens of thousands of moths turned to ashes and dissipated into the air.

The troublesome moths that caught everyone off-guard were eradicated just like that.

A stream of airflow rose without wind, dispersing the powder hanging in the air.

Mo Shang’s fingertip rested on Cheng Xiaoxiao’s forehead, and a faint spiritual power flowed in, turning someone’s beautiful dream instantly into bubbles.

The person waking up slowly gazed dazedly at the handsome face in front of her.

"Ah Mo is so handsome, look for hundreds and thousands of years and won’t tire."

Reaching to touch the handsome face that seemed to have stumbled into the mortal realm.

Indeed, the reason Cheng Xiaoxiao dared to act so boldly was that, subconsciously, she knew she was dreaming—and a very beautiful one at that—thus reluctant to wake and thus... acted heedlessly.

Alas, the cold words yanked her into reality.

"Are you willing to lose your neck?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao subconsciously swallowed, her chaotic mind processing the meaning of these words, feeling a chill spreading around her neck.

The fear of Mo Xiaoyi seemed etched into her bones; she had the thief’s heart but not the courage.

Pouting, she withdrew her hand.

Muttering softly, "If you don’t want me to touch, then just say it, why be so fierce?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s expression was pitiful and aggrieved.

Like an abused little kitten.

Mo Xiaoyi, losing his patience, pinched his brow wearily, finally spitting out,

"Do not make such low-level mistakes again, or else... bear the consequences."

The body nestled in someone’s arms suddenly found itself in mid-air.

Falling to the ground!

"Ouch!"

Rubbing her sore arm.

It was only at this point that Cheng Xiaoxiao fully awoke.

"Uh! So it wasn’t a dream!"

Though it was a pity, she almost got to touch the face.

She had no regrets; if she had awoken any earlier, she still would have pretended to remain dazed. Such a good excuse to act foolishly and gain a little extra, why not?

Raising her eyebrows, she sat up, recalling her thoughts, with a long future ahead, but the immediate task was still the priority.