Mu Anxiao watched the dog spirit's incredulous expression, tilted its head, and barked.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the dog spirit, then at A Long, whose face was filled with sympathy and who remained silent, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
A Long: "It's too pitiful."
"Pit... " As she uttered the first syllable, Mu Anxiao suddenly saw a small hole in the dog spirit's back. "How did this happen?"
The hole in the dog spirit's back was almost identical to the one left by Lin Yan after he rescued someone. This sparked Mu Anxiao's interest in the dog spirit's past life.
A Long: "This..." She looked troubled.
Mu Anxiao looked at A Long's hesitant expression and then at the dog spirit, which had stopped barking. She asked, "Why did you suddenly stop talking?"
A Long took a deep breath. "This is the injury it sustained protecting its first owner."
"First owner?" Mu Anxiao repeated, recalling the days when the old woman raised it, and then thinking of the man who treated its life as a commodity. She said, "That's impossible."
"It is."
"That can't be right. I just heard a woman say its second owner went out to do business. It stayed with the old woman for two years. If that's the case, how could it have known its first owner died last year? It doesn't make sense!"
The matter grew increasingly complicated.
The old woman had kept this dog spirit for two years. Thinking along these lines, and considering its size, its second owner should also have kept it for two years.
Furthermore, judging by the old woman's usual behavior, she would certainly not have allowed this dog to see its first owner again.
In that case, how did it know its first owner died last year?
After Mu Anxiao's series of questions, the dog spirit lowered its head.
A Long didn't know what else to say.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the dog spirit's clearly dejected posture and replayed A Long's words in her mind. She asked, "A Long, did it tell you when it got the wound on its back?"
Hearing Mu Anxiao's question again, the dog spirit barked.
The dog spirit had not clearly told A Long how it got its wound.
So, she met its eyes once more.
Mu Anxiao remained silent, not urging, and waited for the result.
A few seconds later.
A Long looked up at Mu Anxiao. "It was today."
"Huh?" Mu Anxiao was startled. She looked down at the dog spirit. "Didn't it not know where its first owner was?"
A Long: "It was the ghost that captured the old woman."
"What?" Mu Anxiao's eyes widened.
"It said so. Staring at me won't help," A Long said, mistaking Mu Anxiao's astonishment for hatred.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao's eyes returned to their normal size. She looked down at the hole on the dog spirit's back and mused, "A ghost, doing evil. Logically, its back... shouldn't have this."
A hole was a symbol of sacrifice.
If one thought about it normally, this dog hadn't done any good deeds; on the contrary, it had aided and abetted evil.
And now, its back bore such a mark, which confused Mu Anxiao.
The dog spirit barked twice.
A Long glanced at the dog spirit. "It says its owner did not do evil."
"No, it still captured that old woman."
"It captured her, but it definitely wouldn't harm the old woman."
"I'm not so sure," Mu Anxiao said, disbelieving that a ghost that disrupted the human world could be a good spirit.
A Long looked at Mu Anxiao's disbelieving expression and then at the dog spirit, which had once again become dejected. She said, "I believe what it says. If we're talking about evil, I think the old woman was more evil. Do you know how it died?"
Mu Anxiao absentmindedly asked, "How did it die?"
"It was beaten to death."
"I know that," Mu Anxiao believed the dog spirit had been beaten to death, but even so, she didn't believe the ghost was good.
"Why are you so calm?" A Long frowned.
Mu Anxiao: "That ghost must have attacked the old woman. Frightened, the old woman picked up an unknown object and hit it. Who knew, this dog..."
Halfway through her sentence, the dog spirit barked ferociously.
Mu Anxiao was startled, stood up, and said, "You scared me to death."
Inside the shop.
As Feng Qishi heard the barking outside, he immediately stood up from the table.
The fake Lin Yan feigned confusion: "What's wrong?"
Feng Qishi: "You stay here and do not go out. Otherwise, I will sever our master-disciple relationship."
"Master..."
"If you understand, then answer," Feng Qishi said stiffly.
The fake Lin Yan dared not offend Feng Qishi, so he stopped moving and nodded: "I understand."
"Good that you understand," Feng Qishi said, turning to Yuan Ye, who had once again grabbed his arm. "You stay here too. Don't follow me." With that, he pushed Yuan Ye's hand away.
Yuan Ye: "I..."
"You're a man, what are you afraid of?" Feng Qishi interrupted rudely, looked down at Lin Yan, and said, "Take care of him for me."
Lin Yan was surprised that Feng Qishi would give him a task. He blinked, glanced at the fake Lin Yan opposite him, and nodded quickly.
Then, Feng Qishi, without another word, walked around the tables and chairs and headed out of the shop.
Lin Yan, worried that the fake Lin Yan might suspect something, turned to look at him and asked, "Brother, why did your master ask me to protect him?"
Yuan Ye cautiously glanced at Lin Yan and then crouched on the table, not daring to move.
The fake Lin Yan picked up the teapot, sighed, and said, "I don't know." He then poured himself a cup of water.
Seeing that the fake Lin Yan's expression was off, Lin Yan deliberately asked, "Brother, why do you look so preoccupied?"
"If Master really disowned me, what should I do?" the fake Lin Yan asked sorrowfully, raising his head to meet Lin Yan's eyes.
Lin Yan smiled. "Don't you have me?"
"You are my younger brother, it's different," the fake Lin Yan said, thinking it was best to wait and see at this moment, lest he be suspected and unable to explain himself clearly.
Lin Yan feigned a wronged expression. "Brother, I, as a younger brother, am truly useless."
The fake Lin Yan remained silent.
Seeing that the fake Lin Yan wasn't paying attention to him, Lin Yan decided not to continue.
At the counter, the waiter, holding a rag, looked cautiously at Lin Yan sitting at the table and muttered, "Looking at it this way, that ghost really isn't that scary." He then glanced around the hall, where only the four of them remained, sighed, turned to face the counter, and busied himself with work.
Outside.
Mu Anxiao looked speechlessly at the dog spirit, which was continuously gnawing at her shoes without being able to bite through. She asked, "A Long, what is it doing?" She turned to look at A Long.
A Long's face darkened, and she said in a low voice, "I believe its first owner was a good spirit."
"It was bullied like that, and still..."
"The old woman bullied them too," A Long interrupted.
Mu Anxiao was speechless.
A moment later, Feng Qishi rushed out of the shop. He looked down at the dog spirit and breathed a sigh of relief. He asked, "Mu silly, what was it just barking?"
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