"No, actually, like you, I can see those things, but I see them more frequently, and it's become a torment for me. However," Mu Anxiao sighed, "I can't cure myself, but I can cure others, just like you."
"Seeing those monsters is an illness?" Uncle Chen asked, surprised.
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded affirmatively.
After Mu Anxiao responded, Uncle Chen fell silent.
Mu Anxiao stared at Uncle Chen's face, utterly bewildered. After a moment of stillness with him, she said, "Well, if you agree, I'll help you. If you think this doesn't affect your life, I won't force you."
"Qi Shi has had the same experience as me. I hope you can help him," Uncle Chen suddenly said.
"Help him..." Mu Anxiao repeated his words, then mused, "Well, from what I know, what he has isn't an illness. Or rather, it's only temporary, and he'll be fine in a month. But you are different."
"Qi Shi's situation is different from mine?" Uncle Chen asked.
"Mm, he just touched something he shouldn't have, so..."
"He said you captured that monster into your gourd, but why didn't I see the monster he mentioned?" Uncle Chen interrupted, worried he would forget his question after Mu Anxiao finished speaking.
"His situation isn't as serious as yours," Mu Anxiao said, frowning as she looked at Uncle Chen's slightly darkened forehead. "May I touch your head?"
"Touch my head?" Uncle Chen flinched.
"Yes, everything has its cause and effect," Mu Anxiao stated simply.
"This..."
"Just do it. What's the point of talking so much with him? You're going to erase his memory anyway."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned her head to look at the grim reaper in the suit standing beside her, saying nothing.
Following Mu Anxiao's gaze, Uncle Chen looked to her side and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Mu Anxiao met his gaze and replied, "Nothing, just checking if there's anyone else."
"How are you going to treat me?" Uncle Chen was still apprehensive.
"It'll be done in an instant," Mu Anxiao said, extending two fingers and tapping Uncle Chen's forehead.
Uncle Chen chuckled, "Your methods are truly unique, young lady."
"Don't talk," Mu Anxiao said coldly, then slightly closed her eyes. As she did, Uncle Chen's deepest memories gradually appeared before her.
Mu Anxiao moved her eyeballs, slowly discerning the village in his memories. To her surprise... everything about the village felt so familiar, which startled her.
Then, just as she was about to delve deeper into thought, a boy ran into her sight, with a large yellow dog chasing him. He screamed, "Help! Help!"
However, due to the darkness of the night, there was no one on the road. The boy could only run helplessly.
The cause... Mu Anxiao thought to herself. She removed her finger and pointed at Uncle Chen's temple, and another scene appeared in her eyes...
At this moment, the boy was cornered by the yellow dog. He was covered in sweat, his voice hoarse. The yellow dog approached him step by step. With nowhere to retreat, he stood there, trembling against the earthen wall, his face streaked with tears and dirt.
The next second, the yellow dog stopped and began to bark incessantly at the boy: "Woof woof woof woof..."
The boy opened his mouth and cried, his palms slick with sweat... tears welled up in his eyes once more.