“What’s wrong?” Mu Anxiao stopped and asked.
The man in white glanced at the middle-aged man and said, “Father, I’d like to be alone with this kid.”
The middle-aged man, not sensing the man in white’s pain, nodded and led his men away from the woodshed.
Then, they were the only two left.
“Did you succeed in possession?”
“Yes, some of the vine spirit’s spells have merged with my soul. The method of possession is very simple for me, but,” the man in white clutched his chest, “my body is starting to reject me.”
“What do we do then?”
The man in white thought for a moment and said, “Shen Yan didn’t want us to get involved in the affairs here. If I remember correctly, your father and the others will be leaving in a few days. But if I’ve survived, whether they’ll leave is still a question.”
“Find Ye Yin.” Mu Anxiao’s mind suddenly lit up.
“Why find her?” The man in white refused to get entangled with Ye Yin.
“If we can’t change things, then let them unfold as they will,” Mu Anxiao said simply.
“You mean, let me separate from my father and the others.”
“Then what? Your body itself is resisting you. If you continue like this, your body will definitely…” Mu Anxiao couldn’t finish, especially looking at the man in white before her, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver.
The man in white saw Mu Anxiao’s concern and, after thinking, agreed, “Then I’ll listen to you.”
“Let’s go find Ye Yin,” Mu Anxiao suggested again.
The man in white nodded and left the woodshed with Mu Anxiao.
Soon, they were walking on the street. The village now looked nothing like the desolate place it would be decades later. There were food vendors lining both sides of the street, and people were living their lives as usual.
Mu Anxiao looked around and saw many familiar faces, but most of these people would have gone mad decades later.
“They are all girls with immortal destinies,” the man in white suddenly said.
Mu Anxiao listened to the man in white and looked at the line of girls standing before a soil wall, asking, “How do you know?”
“I followed Shen Yan and wrote down the names of these people. That booklet’s writing is incomprehensible to most people and demons because Shen Yan’s handwriting is truly atrocious,” the man in white said faintly.
Mu Anxiao took a moment to process what the man in white had said, then asked in surprise, “You mean, the real owner of that booklet was Shen Yan? You met him at this time?”
“Yes, but it turns out he has already forgotten me,” the man in white smiled faintly.
“When did you and the vine spirit meet? Do you remember?” Mu Anxiao was curious.
“When I was young. My memory isn’t very clear. He mentioned the girls with immortal destinies to me, but I didn’t pay attention,” the man in white shrugged.
“Then how did Shen Yan know about the girls with immortal destinies decades later?”
“He could bring us here, so why couldn’t he travel to the future?” the man in white said, looking at Mu Anxiao’s face.
Mu Anxiao thought for a moment and suddenly understood, “Oh my god, Shen Yan is too incredible.”
“Yes, you’ll see him soon,” the man in white said, patting Mu Anxiao’s shoulder.
Mu Anxiao looked at the man in white, perhaps a trace of expectation forming in her heart.
“That’s great,” she said, suddenly remembering something, “Oh right, what’s your name?”
“What do you think I’m called?” the man in white smiled.
Mu Anxiao scrutinized the man in white from head to toe, then curled her lips, “You’re dressed all in white, and your demeanor is so… effeminate. I’ll call you, Old Bai.”