Mu Anxiao said, "You relit the bonfire, I'm telling you."
Feng Qishi, hearing Mu Anxiao's matter-of-fact command, found it difficult to refute. He handed the torch he was holding to Mu Anxiao, saying, "Here."
Without a word, Mu Anxiao took the torch.
Feng Qishi looked at the suddenly somewhat serious Mu Anxiao with surprise and said, "It seems you've thought of some problems." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
Minutes later.
Feng Qishi sat beside Mu Anxiao and asked, "Speak, what's the situation?"
Mu Anxiao stared directly at the bonfire and said, "Where do you want me to start? You pick."
Borrowing Mu Anxiao's words, Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said, "Start with… how you discovered she had help."
"I have you to thank for that."
"Me?"
"Yes, although you weren't qualified for that honey trap…"
"Am I not handsome?"
"Not handsome."
"Then tell me, what kind of person is handsome in your eyes?"
Mu Anxiao knew Feng Qishi would ask such a trivial question, so she took a deep breath and said, "Anyone who looks like me is handsome."
Feng Qishi: "..."
Mu Anxiao asked, "Why aren't you talking?"
"It's nothing," Feng Qishi shook his head slightly, "I just want a moment of peace."
"In short, thanks to your failed honey trap, I saw something was off about her."
"Tell me."
"Her voice and her behavior are very much like a certain type of person." Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, "You definitely know."
"I…" Feng Qishi was confused by Mu Anxiao's words, "I don't know."
"You…" Mu Anxiao uttered a word, then suddenly remembered Shen Yan's overly reserved demeanor. She sighed, "That's right, you definitely wouldn't know."
"You tell me," Feng Qishi's eyes were full of curiosity.
Mu Anxiao swallowed and said, "She's especially like…" Her eyes darkened, "The girls from the brothel that year."
"How is that possible?"
"..."
"How is that possible?" Feng Qishi repeated himself as Mu Anxiao remained silent.
Mu Anxiao sighed again, "And she looks very familiar too."
"Familiar?"
"Yes, I didn't notice it when she wasn't in human form, but just now, I suddenly saw a familiar shadow in her."
"Whose shadow?"
"An old madam."
"She's so beautiful, like an old madam?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Anxiao turned to look at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi gave a dry laugh, "I think she's so beautiful, and young…"
"You've indeed fallen for her."
"I haven't!" Feng Qishi stated firmly.
"Superficial," Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi smiled, "You're jealous."
"I'm jealous of your head."
"Such rude language," Feng Qishi said, poking the bonfire with a stick. "Perhaps she just looks a bit similar. I don't feel anything else…"
"Anything else, not a demon."
Feng Qishi froze, "What do you mean by that?"
"Think about it carefully. Even Yin Messengers as powerful as Xu Lan and Xu Lan were played around by that demon soul. Don't you think," Mu Anxiao said, "it's strange."
Feng Qishi: "..." He thought for a moment and said, "It is quite strange."
"During the day, she was seriously injured. After being captured, she was still able to escape. Moreover," Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes, "that black rope is meant for demons, but it doesn't target human souls."
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Before this demon soul became a demon, she must have been involved with brothels."
"Are you so sure?"
Mu Anxiao gasped, "Sure, not sure, everything needs an answer. I'm really curious now," she scanned the surroundings, "whose territory is this?"
Feng Qishi said, "You're so creepy."
Mu Anxiao: "..."
Then, Feng Qishi suddenly remembered Mu Anxiao's words to the demon soul about gathering sisters before she left.
So, he asked, "By the way, why did you tell her that it's better to gather sisters?"
"I said it casually. She was clearly startled just now," Mu Anxiao smiled. "Do you know what that means?"
"Your guess is correct."
"You should say you don't know."
Seeing Mu Anxiao's glare, Feng Qishi said helplessly, "I don't know."
"This means," Mu Anxiao reached out and snatched the stick, "her helper is a woman."
Feng Qishi: "...." He cleared his throat.
The inn.
Xu Lan and Xu Lan were still sitting at the table.
The little girl was also still sitting opposite them, eating bowl after bowl of noodles.
Xu Lan asked, "Aren't you full?"
The little girl replied, "I'm growing."
Xu Lan said, "Even when growing, you shouldn't eat like this."
"It's fine, this is my body. If I get sick, it's my business, not yours," she suddenly turned cold and looked at Xu Lan opposite her, "It has nothing to do with you!"
Xu Lan was unfazed by the little girl's sharp gaze, "Then eat. I didn't say it had anything to do with me."
"..." The little girl glared at Xu Lan and continued eating.
Xu Lan looked down at the black rope in his hand and muttered, "Strange, how did she break free."
Immediately, the little girl glanced at Xu Lan, "It's not one person."
"What do you mean?"
"..." The little girl put down her chopsticks and pointed at Xu Lan's black rope.
Right after, several handprints glowing faintly appeared on Xu Lan's black rope.
He then exclaimed, "Soul imprints."
The little girl: "..." She continued eating noodles.
Xu Lan asked, "She has accomplices?"
The little girl drank some soup and said, "I already told you, she's cunning, but you didn't believe me."
The next second, Xu Lan and Xu Lan both turned their gaze to the little girl's face.
The little girl smiled sweetly, "I won't tell you everything I know. You'll have to explore it yourselves." After speaking, she turned her head to look at the little cook standing beside her and said, "Delicious, I want more."
The little cook looked exhausted, "I'm so tired."
The little girl smiled faintly, "Whether I'm tired or not, what does it have to do with me?"
The little cook pouted, "What happens to me has nothing to do with you. Look at how much you've eaten." She pointed to the stacks of noodle bowls on the table nearby, emphasizing, "I'm almost dead from exhaustion."
"I have an inner elixir."
"Then I also…"
"You didn't feel tired when you helped the demon soul, but I'm your major client," the little girl interrupted.
The little cook looked like she was about to cry, "You're a major client, so can't we eat tomorrow?"
"You need to use the toilet today, and I'm saying tomorrow. You…" the little girl smiled sweetly, "Can you hold it?"
The little cook: "..." She wanted to say something but stopped, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Xu Lan glanced at the little cook's retreating figure, then looked back at the little girl and said, "Can you give me a few more clues, please?" She clasped her hands together.
The little girl replied, "No." After speaking, she patted her belly.
Xu Lan: "..."
Xu Lan continued to stare at his black rope.