"It's fine," Mu Anxiao said, rubbing her still sore nose again.
"You really know how to endure," Zhang Yan said, holding the umbrella over Mu Anxiao's head.
"You used magic."
"What else? This guy couldn't give me a clear location, so I had to use magic. If I hadn't, it would have been impossible to get here so quickly."
"I'm sorry," Mu Anxiao said casually.
"Why are you apologizing to me? Your hand," Zhang Yan said, looking down at the blood dripping from Mu Anxiao's palm onto the ground, "was it the evil spirit that did this?"
"I was just trying to tell you that it wasn't a monster, but an evil spirit. Evil spirits' sorcery is very powerful, and they deliberately hide their weaknesses, so you might not see them."
"I know, I just didn't see it," Mu Anxiao admitted, slowly raising her hand and looking down at the wound. "Why won't my wound heal?"
Hearing Mu Anxiao speak, Zhang Yan quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He then looked in surprise at the purple light emanating from beside Mu Anxiao's wound and said, "No way, did something really follow me?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking up to meet Zhang Yan's eyes.
"When I arrived, my magical artifact was stolen. I always felt like something was following me then, but I never saw it in the end."
"Evil spirits have the ability to become invisible," the soul-spirit child quickly said.
Zhang Yan was startled, then looked at Mu Anxiao's wound again and said, "This is caused by my magical artifact." He said, taking Mu Anxiao's pulse, his eyes widening. "Your internal injuries were caused by purple fire." xxs壹贰
"Then it really is your magical artifact," Mu Anxiao said calmly.
"No, we need to hurry back, or your hand will be ruined." Saying this, he grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm, scanned the dark surroundings, and disappeared.
The soul-spirit drilled into the ground and left.
In Feng Feng's room, Feng Qishi watched Feng Feng curled up in the corner and asked, "Do you want me to go out and buy you something to eat?"
Feng Feng shook her head and remained silent.
Feng Qishi frowned and asked again, "Are you really angry?"
Feng Feng said nothing, staring blankly at something.
Seeing that Feng Feng wasn't speaking, Feng Qishi stepped forward and crouched in front of her, saying, "Don't take Mom's words as..."
Before he could finish, Feng Feng quickly raised her hand to cover her ears, tears involuntarily streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Feng Qishi reached out, wiped away Feng Feng's tears, and sighed. "Okay, I won't say anything. Tell me if you're hungry. Also," he took Feng Feng's arm, "the floor is cold, sit on the sofa."
Feng Feng shook off Feng Qishi's hand and, without a word, pointed at the bedroom door.
Feng Qishi was truly at a loss for what to do with Feng Feng. He pushed himself up from the ground and, respecting Feng Feng's wishes, left her room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Qishi walked out of the room, his mother blocked him. "Are you letting her pretend to be crazy for me to see?"
"Mom, are you done?" Feng Qishi said. He looked down and accidentally saw bloodstains on his mother's hand and asked, "Mom, what did you do?"
Hearing this, the look in his mother's eyes darkened, and she appeared guilty. "I was just angry that that damned girl hit your brother. I just taught her a lesson, but I lost control of my strength on the last hit and made her nose bleed." She looked at Feng Qishi. "Don't look at me like that."
"Taught her a lesson, lost control of your strength?" Feng Qishi repeated, letting out a cold laugh. "You say that so easily. Please understand that Feng Sen provoked her first. You..." Seeing that his mother wasn't listening, he snorted, "Forget it. You can continue to protect your good son." He then walked around his mother and ran downstairs.