Mu Anxiao stood up and looked down at Feng Qishi's head, asking, "Who are you?"
"Quick, use your magic to control me," Feng Qishi said, crouching down and placing a finger on Yan Ruoruo's forehead.
"Who exactly are you?" Mu Anxiao frowned slightly.
"If you ask again, the evil soul's magic will fully enter Yan Ruoruo's body. Then, let's see what you do," Feng Qishi said, staring intently at Yan Ruoruo's tightly closed eyes. xxs壹贰
Mu Anxiao glanced at Yan Ruoruo's increasingly furrowed brows. She crouched down, placed her hand on Feng Qishi's back, and said, "Okay."
"Good," Feng Qishi nodded and closed his eyes.
Mu Anxiao focused intently on the blue light emanating from her hand, then looked at the back of Feng Qishi's head. She suddenly widened her eyes: "How is this possible."
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan asked from Mu Anxiao's side.
Mu Anxiao shook her head slightly and continued to cast her spell.
Feng Qishi tightly closed his eyes, feeling the burning sensation at his fingertips. He curved his lips upwards and said, "Evil Soul, close your eyes. Using the magic surrounding your body, withdraw the soul's breath attached to her body."
The evil soul heard Feng Qishi's voice and couldn't help but say, "Are you Shen Yan?"
"No, hurry," Feng Qishi said coldly.
The evil soul dared not say more. He grunted, looked down at the soul's breath swirling around him, took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged. Following Feng Qishi's instructions, he closed his eyes, spread his arms wide, and began to absorb the soul's breath attached to Yan Ruoruo's body through the magic.
Mu Anxiao heard the evil soul's question and was now staring at the back of Feng Qishi's head, her mind filled with various guesses.
As time passed, Feng Qishi suddenly withdrew his hand and said, "Done."
Mu Anxiao also withdrew her hand simultaneously and sat down on the ground.
Feng Qishi stood up, clenched his fist, and a black mist floated out from the top of Yan Ruoruo's head.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao, without any time to rest, immediately stood up, conjured her silver rope with her palm, and threw it towards the black mist. The black mist slowly took the form of the evil soul.
The evil soul looked down at the silver rope binding him and said, "Actually, you didn't have to do this."
"For a cunning and sly evil soul like you, this is exactly what's needed," Mu Anxiao said, holding the silver rope tightly.
Feng Qishi stretched his arms and yawned, saying, "I didn't expect I had such an ability."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned to look at Feng Qishi and asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"I am Feng Qishi. Who am I? Are you stupid?" Feng Qishi said casually.
Mu Anxiao's eyes narrowed: "Shen Yan, you didn't reincarnate, did you?"
"Shen Yan," Feng Qishi repeated his past life's name and then laughed, "Heh, my past life's name was so plain. Oh my, I'm truly glad I reincarnated."
"You're really not Shen Yan?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
"If I were, you'd be my granddaughter," Feng Qishi raised an eyebrow.
Mu Anxiao glared fiercely at Feng Qishi and asked, "Then tell me, why did you interfere?"
"It's not really interfering, it's just that I wanted to," Feng Qishi said. "Your injuries have just healed, and I haven't shown you my capabilities. So, I wanted to show off in front of you. Don't you think I'm handsome?"
"Why are you doing this?" Mu Anxiao asked coldly.
"Don't ask yet. Just tell me, wasn't I handsome just now?" Feng Qishi said calmly.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the evil soul, who was smiling at Feng Qishi, and said, "Not handsome."
"Alright," Feng Qishi looked at his palm. "Since you don't value me, I'll give up."
"What do you mean by giving up?"
"I originally thought you would value me more because of this and help me ascend to immortality. But now it seems," Feng Qishi glanced sideways, "I've gone to unnecessary trouble."
"Mm," Mu Anxiao nodded and looked at the Yin Messenger in a suit walking out from the wall, saying, "They're here."
"I didn't expect you to be so fast," the Yin Messenger in a suit smiled and reached out to take the silver rope from Mu Anxiao.
"Remember to return this silver rope."
"I don't like such an old-fashioned artifact," the Yin Messenger in a suit said, handing the silver rope back to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao took back the silver rope and asked, "Then why did you take it?"
"Just kidding," the Yin Messenger in a suit said, conjuring a mobile phone with his palm. He then pressed the phone against the evil soul's monstrous face. The evil soul quickly said, "Bye-bye," and turned into black smoke, flying into the phone.
"My goodness, what is this thing?" Feng Qishi asked curiously.
The Yin Messenger in a suit calmly looked at Feng Qishi and smiled, "You humans use phones to pay. We use phones to collect souls. Pretty amazing, huh?"
"Then when I die in the future, I won't be..."
"Don't worry, this is for collecting evil souls, disobedient souls. You... when you die, you might not be collected here."
"People like me who accumulate virtue and do good deeds, will I be collected into a computer?" Feng Qishi's eyes lit up.
"Uh..." The Yin Messenger in a suit was speechless.
"He just transformed his magic artifact to look like this. You don't need to take it too seriously," Mu Anxiao revealed.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao and took a step back without a word.
The Yin Messenger in a suit sighed, "I've already transferred the money to his account," pointing at Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan took out his phone and his eyes widened: "Wow, seventy thousand."
"Wasn't it fifty thousand?" Mu Anxiao asked.
The Yin Messenger in a suit smiled: "You used your magic. We can't compensate you with anything else, so we can only use money."
"Very good," Mu Anxiao nodded and retrieved her silver rope.
At this moment, Feng Qishi finally understood Mu Anxiao's profession and grinned, saying, "Treat me!"
"Go find him," Mu Anxiao pointed at Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan squinted and smiled, "I'll treat you to steamed buns."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi's face immediately fell: "You're so stingy. I'm a hero, after all."
Zhang Yan heard Feng Qishi's words and smiled without speaking.
After the Yin Messenger in a suit left, Mu Anxiao walked up to Yan Ruoruo and cast a spell to erase her memories related to the evil soul and Zhang Yan. She then snapped her fingers by her ear, and Yan Ruoruo woke up.
"What happened to me?" she said, placing a hand on her forehead and slowly looking up at the standing Mu Anxiao, asking, "Why are you here?"
Seeing that no one was around, Zhang Yan quickly deactivated the interference.
"You really know how to choose," Feng Qishi said, glancing at the nearby camera. "You chose a blind spot."
Zhang Yan remained silent, only glancing at Feng Qishi.
Mu Anxiao did not reply.
Yan Ruoruo struggled to stand up, leaning on her hands, and said, "I'm asking you a question, answer me something." As she spoke, her legs gave way, and she grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm.
Mu Anxiao patiently allowed Yan Ruoruo to hold her arm, saying, "Speak when you've regained your strength."
Yan Ruoruo, her mind still fuzzy, stumbled back and leaned against the wall, asking, "Where is my boyfriend?"