The crazy male protagonist is actually my good disciple from another world

Jiang Li knew what happened afterwards without Yun Ji telling him.

When he arrived there, he saw only one of his parents dead and one crazy. Yun Ji, the only conscious person present, refused to say anything except the three words "I'm sorry". Jiang Li felt heartbroken. It would be a lie to say that he didn't blame anyone, but Yun Ji's father was gone too. He could only hold back his anger and take his crazy mother away.

Since then, he cut off contact with Yun Ji and devoted himself to the entertainment industry to make money for his mother's medical treatment. Unexpectedly, he met Yan Muhuai who stabbed him in the back in the entertainment industry, which led to his failure in family, love and career.

"Not long after we separated, I found that I was always inexplicably injured. Thinking of my father's failed life-changing array, I guessed that it might be related to Aunt Hui, so I quietly came to the city and found your residence. After observing for a while, I found that whenever Aunt Hui was injured, I would be injured as well, so I have been protecting her in secret. Every time she got lost, I would find her and send her to the downstairs of your house."

Yun Ji did all this not only because his fate was linked to An Hui's, but also because in his mind An Hui was like his mother, and he would never bear to see her in danger.

But he thought that such days would last for a long time, but he did not expect that the retribution of the life-changing array would come in just a few years.

"Why... didn't you tell me?" Jiang Li's hoarse voice came out of his throat.

He has been numbing himself with work over the years, not thinking about the past, and even less daring to think about Yun Ji. He knows that they have temporarily reached a dead end, and the only way to break the impasse is to wait for An Hui's condition to improve.

But day after day, An Hui's condition became more and more serious. The high medical expenses made him almost breathless. How could he have the mind to think about anything else?

He who knew nothing was still unable to climb out of the abyss, let alone Yun Ji who knew everything but was powerless to stop it and could only watch the outcome go to the worst possible outcome?

He didn't even dare to imagine how Yun Ji had gotten through all these things.

"What's the point of telling you? Are we going to cry together? I thought I could bear it..." Yun Ji always felt that he was still so young. Even if he and An Hui shared the same lifespan, they still had decades to live.

"It's a delusion for a mortal to change your fate. The fact that you're still alive is already a blessing from God." Rong Jin spoke up to break the sad atmosphere in the ward and continued to help his master move forward. "Jiang Li, your mother can wake up for a moment. Do you want to say goodbye to her?"

An Hui went crazy when she woke up that year. One can imagine how traumatized she was. Making her sober now is nothing more than to experience the pain she felt at that time again.

This is not something that bystanders like Rong Jin and Yan Muhuai can decide at will.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rong. I want to talk to my mother." After five years of negotiations, he almost forgot what his mother looked like when she was sober.

He really missed her.

Rong Jin walked to the bedside, raised his hand and formed a seal, with his slender index finger and middle finger together, brushing across An Hui's cloudy eyes.

Yan Muhuai stared at Rong Jin's hand gestures. Why did they look so familiar?

Seeing An Hui regain consciousness, Rong Jin quietly retreated back to Yan Muhuai, but when he turned around, he found that the other party was staring at his hand.

Rong Jin was shocked and was careless!

I was only thinking about preventing Master from wasting his energy and making his body feel worse, but I forgot to hide the hand seals!

"It's a bit of an amateur to show off all this in front of Mr. Yan. I learned all this from ancient books, and I don't know if it's correct?" Rong Jin tried to excuse himself a little stiffly.

After the cowardly boss, Ming Fei saw another humble boss. The worldview she had built up in the past two years was about to collapse completely.

Ming Fei was still in shock, but Yan Muhuai's voice pulled her back to her senses. "Mr. Rong is a very good student, but I don't know which book you learned from. Can you lend it to me to read?"

"Of course, I'll send it to you later." Rong Jin responded readily.

While the master and the disciple were secretly arguing, on the other side of the hospital bed, An Hui grabbed Jiang Li's hand with tears in her eyes.

When An Hui saw Yun Ji, who was also wearing a hospital gown, standing behind Jiang Li, she cried even harder.

"It's because we, as incompetent adults, have made you endure pain that you shouldn't have to endure. It's all my fault. It's all because of my illness..." An Hui knew that she was the source of the tragedy between the Jiang and Yun families. Although her husband and Yun Ji's father had been preparing for the ceremony without her knowing, when she woke up and saw the situation in the house, she guessed what was going on.

She knew her husband too well, and he would do anything to save her.

But this was an unexpected disaster for the Yun family. Yun Ji's father lost his life in order to complete the ritual, and the young Yun Ji was also implicated.

"Aunt Hui, it's not your fault. You're just sick." Yun Ji tilted his head and spoke to An Hui.

An Hui looked at Yun Ji, her eyes filled with heartache and gratitude.

When the ceremony was over, she really didn't want to live anymore, but she was pulled back by so many people, and it would have been too selfish for her to just die like that.

She couldn't die, and she couldn't live either. Her mind was in a mess and she couldn't tell anything apart. She couldn't even recognize her own son.

"Yes, Mom, don't blame yourself, you will be fine..." Jiang Li said comforting words that even he himself didn't believe.

He just wanted to make An Hui happy, even for a moment.

An Hui shook her head, "Xiao Li, you don't have to lie to me. Xiao Ji will be your family from now on. You must support each other and live a good life. Don't be affected by the tragedy of our previous generation... ahem..."

"Mom!" An Hui said this and suddenly started coughing again, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

The same was true for Yun Ji in the bed next door.

Upon seeing this, Yan Muhuai stood up and wanted to go over, but because he stood up too quickly, his vision went dark.

In order to save Yun Ji just now, his body was exhausted.

"Mr. Yan, are you okay?" Rong Jin was always paying attention to Yan Muhuai's movements. Seeing that he was unsteady, he immediately reached out to support him.

"It's too late. We must quickly untie the life bonds for them." Yan Muhuai didn't even have time to answer Rong Jin's words.

Rong Jin also knew that time was running out, "How can I help?"

Yan Muhuai glanced at him and said, "Can I borrow some of your evil spirit?"

"Okay!" Rong Jin said and held Yan Muhuai's slender fingers.

Yan Muhuai: “?”

It's just borrowing evil spirit, what's the point of holding hands?

But he couldn't care less at the moment, "Jiang Li, come here."

Jiang Li's eyes were red and he was unwilling to let go of An Hui's hand, but An Hui took the initiative to push him and said, "Go, kid!"

She smiled at Jiang Li with difficulty, trying to reassure him.

When Jiang Li saw An Hui's smile, he felt as if thousands of needles were stabbing his heart, causing him excruciating pain.

After Jiang Li retreated to Ming Fei's side, Yan Muhuai drew out the evil spirit from Rong Jin and converted it into ghost energy, and then used the ghost energy to cast a spell to release the life ties between the two.

For An Hui, this process was like tearing her life away from her soul. The degree of pain is unimaginable for ordinary people.

But she kept whispering to comfort Jiang Li and Yun Ji, telling them that she was fine.

She has been a burden to her two children for so many years, it's time for her to leave.

She missed her husband, too.