"Audacious."
"What's audacious?" Mu Anxiao said, tugging the silver rope. "Although you and I are not from the same place, we are colleagues with some connection. It's not good for you to speak so carelessly about me."
The first Yin Messenger sneered, "She already calls you master, and you still want to quibble? Mu Anxiao, it seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."
From the day she became extraordinary, Mu Anxiao had experienced all sorts of different things. In this process, she had also encountered all sorts of different demons.
Although a demon soul had once slandered her, Hei Feng clearly believed her.
At that time, she had asked Hei Feng why he believed her. Hei Feng said that they were colleagues, and he had the right to believe her.
And now, since the Yin Messenger before her was speaking about her like this, she had gained a new perspective on the Yin Messengers here.
"Won't shed tears until I see the coffin? Are you going to kill me?"
"I can't decide that. It depends on how they judge you below."
"Judge me?" Mu Anxiao pointed to herself and sneered, "I think you're crazy."
"How am I crazy?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"You are a liar."
However, ever since Shen Yan passed away and Feng Qishi returned, Mu Anxiao had been atoning. After so many years, many immortals had a new understanding of her.
Although some immortals still looked down on her, she no longer cared about their opinions.
Because she knew that she wouldn't encounter those people, and even if she got angry, she couldn't reach them.
And now, since this Yin Messenger was calling her a liar to her face.
It seemed she didn't need to hold back any longer.
"Say that again if you have the guts, be careful I'll rip your mouth apart," Mu Anxiao said, her face furious, pointing at the Yin Messenger.
The first Yin Messenger: "Do you have that ability?"
"You..."
"Did you see her last night?" The first Yin Messenger ignored Mu Anxiao and turned to the beggar.
The beggar: "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I was killed in my sleep. How could I possibly know if she killed me?" the beggar said helplessly.
The Yin Messenger was speechless.
Mu Anxiao: "Come here for a moment."
"What are you doing?" the beggar asked, looking fearful.
"Come here, I absolutely won't do anything to you."
"..." The beggar looked at the first Yin Messenger.
The first Yin Messenger looked at the beggar and nodded, "Go ahead. I want to see," he said, turning back to Mu Anxiao, "what tricks you can pull."
Mu Anxiao: "..." She glared dismissively at the first Yin Messenger and then looked at the beggar.
The first Yin Messenger crossed his arms and snorted.
Then, the beggar walked up to Mu Anxiao and looked fearfully at the dagger that was still being held by the silver rope beside her. He lowered his head. "..."
"Are you afraid of her?" Mu Anxiao glanced at the dagger, still tethered by the silver rope, and asked.
The beggar: "She was covered in blood. It was too terrifying."
"That's my blood."
"Your blood?"
"Yes," Mu Anxiao said, raising her arm. "Smell it."
"Smell what?" the beggar didn't understand Mu Anxiao's meaning.
"Smell if I have the scent of the person who killed you last night."
The beggar: "..." He blinked and said, "I can't smell it."
"Just smell it when I tell you to. I don't believe you can't smell it," Mu Anxiao said seriously.
Beside them, the dagger looked at Mu Anxiao's profile and smiled, "Master, you're so fond of ordering people around. It's really enough. Furthermore, your demon art for concealing your aura is extraordinary. Now..."
"Can you shut up?" Mu Anxiao shot the dagger a killing glance.
The dagger: "Feeling guilty."
Hearing the dagger's words, and looking at the beggar's trembling back, the first Yin Messenger said, "Come back." xxs壹贰
Upon hearing this, the beggar hurriedly turned and ran back to the first Yin Messenger's side.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao turned to look at the beggar hiding behind the Yin Messenger, then looked at the dagger. She thought, it seems I've truly fallen into a trap.
With that thought, she stopped struggling.
The first Yin Messenger: "Let's go, Mu Anxiao."
"...." Mu Anxiao gasped and said, "I'll go with you, but only if she comes with me."
The dagger: "I am a demon..."
"Alright," the first Yin Messenger interrupted. "Since she is your master, she should logically follow you. Furthermore, she can point out your crimes, which would also be convenient for me."
"..." Mu Anxiao glared fiercely at the self-important first Yin Messenger and said, "Let's go." As she spoke, she yanked the silver rope, causing the dagger to be pulled forward half a step.
The second Yin Messenger: "Did you kill her?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao directly shot a killing glance at the second Yin Messenger and said, "Do you have any professional ethics? You can't kill me until I've been judged. In other words, if you kill me, you can get lost."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, the second Yin Messenger's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head.
The first Yin Messenger: "Are you not ashamed? She knows more than you do."
Mu Anxiao: "Of course. I've been in this line of work for nearly a hundred years by any measure."
"Stop showing off here," the first Yin Messenger said, looking at the second Yin Messenger and the other beggars. "You guys take these souls away first. I'll handle them."
"Can you handle it?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking at the first Yin Messenger with disdain.
The first Yin Messenger: "You look down on me."
"A little bit."
"...." The first Yin Messenger's face showed a hint of embarrassment after hearing Mu Anxiao's reply. "Stop the nonsense," he said, producing a black rope.
Subsequently, the other Yin Messengers left one by one.
Before leaving, the beggar did not forget to glance at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao did not even look at the beggar, because she was afraid that he would resent her.
Of course, she knew that he might already hate her.
After they had completely left, the first Yin Messenger tied Mu Anxiao's wrists with the black rope and said, "You'd better not play any tricks." After speaking, he glanced at her injured hand.
Mu Anxiao: "What tricks can I play? Nothing more than to mock a fool like you."
"Mock me," the first Yin Messenger said, taking a rag from his sleeve, clenching it into a ball, stepping forward, stretching out his left hand, grabbing her face, and directly stuffing the ball of rag into her mouth. "I'll make sure you can't speak." Saying this, he arrogantly let go of his hand.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She stared coldly at the first Yin Messenger and grunted a few times before turning to look at the dagger.
The dagger calmly looked at Mu Anxiao, contemplating the Yin Messenger's decision. She thought that even if she cooperated, this Yin Messenger might not let her go. Instead of that, it would be better to let Mu Anxiao torment him a bit.
With that thought, in front of the first Yin Messenger, she directly took the rag out of Mu Anxiao's mouth and threw it on the ground. "My master likes to talk. This way, it's not good."