Lin county, Mu Anxiao had no impression of the name Lin county, but seeing Wan Sha's angry expression, she suddenly thought of someone.
That person was also surnamed Lin, named Lin Yan.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao asked, "Do you know Lin Yan?"
Hearing Mu Anxiao's question, Wan Sha frowned slightly, then repeated Lin Yan's name verbally, and the green light in her eyes gradually faded, loosening her grip on Mu Anxiao's hand.
Feng Qishi took the opportunity to step forward and grab Mu Anxiao's hand as the wind stirred.
Mu Anxiao was startled and, just as she was about to shake off Feng Qishi, Feng Qishi quickly pulled her behind him.
At the same time, Wan Sha looked up at Feng Qishi and said, "You are not Lin Xian."
Feng Qishi didn't know who Lin Xian was, but he knew that the woman in front of him could not be spared.
"It seems I can't be soft-hearted with you," Feng Qishi said coldly, raising his hand.
Conversely, Wan Sha made no other move, but slowly closed her eyes.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao quickly pulled Feng Qishi back a few steps, "Don't."
Feng Qishi frowned and turned to look at Mu Anxiao, "She wants to kill you."
For a special reason, Mu Anxiao had not yet let go of Feng Qishi's hand. "Even if she wants to kill me, you can't do this."
"You..."
"Don't 'you' me." Mu Anxiao interrupted, pulled her hand away from his, and then walked past him to Wan Sha's front, "There are two more days, and I will try my best to think."
This time, Wan Sha said nothing else, just nodded, and left.
Behind every demon soul Mu Anxiao captured, there was an untold, even incomprehensible past. Wan Sha's eyes just now filled Mu Anxiao with fear.
But, the moment Feng Qishi appeared, Mu Anxiao saw despair in Wan Sha's eyes, a despair she couldn't fathom. That despair dispelled her fear.
Looking around, she tried to find any trace of Wan Sha, but found nothing, only Feng Qishi's displeased face.
"What's wrong?" Mu Anxiao asked helplessly.
Feng Qishi: "Why didn't you let me deal with her just now? If she were dealt with, you would be fine."
"What do you know?"
"I know that if she lives, you will be in danger at all times."
At first, Feng Qishi hadn't realized how dangerous Mu Anxiao's position was. But at the moment the incident happened, he realized he had to protect Mu Anxiao!
Mu Anxiao hesitated and said, "This is my retribution."
"It's not."
"It is. If I had been gentler back then, they might not have had such great hatred. I..."
"It's not. It's the vine spirit. It's the vine spirit that tampered with their memories, making them only remember the side of their persecution by you, just like Wan Sha," Feng Qishi interrupted earnestly.
"How do you know?"
"Although my words have not been confirmed, that's what I think."
"You mean... all of this is the vine spirit's plan."
"Yes," Feng Qishi nodded.
"And he sealed my memory too?" Mu Anxiao pointed to herself.
"Perhaps. That sorcery is called 'Forgetfulness Technique.' As the demon soul loses its memory, you will also forget. Once she remembers, she will fall into a controlled state. Just now was the best proof," Feng Qishi said seriously.
Forgetfulness Technique was an extremely evil sorcery cultivated in the demon realm. Once a demon soul was subjected to this technique, it would lose its most important memory and remember only hatred.
At the same time, the immortal who captured the demon soul would forget the same memory as the demon soul when encountering one affected by the technique.
Once they recalled that memory, the demon who cast the spell would succeed, using them as a tool to control the afflicted demon soul, thereby creating a relationship of mutual slaughter between the demon soul and the immortal.
In this way, his conspiracy would succeed.
Originally, Mu Anxiao was still wondering why she had specifically forgotten Wan Sha. Now, hearing Feng Qishi's explanation, she suddenly felt that the matter had become more complicated. xxs壹贰
"What should we do?" she asked.
Feng Qishi: "One way is for me to kill her."
"If you kill her, will she be annihilated?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Feng Qishi nodded.
Mu Anxiao's eyes deepened. "My goal is to send all two hundred and fifty demon souls I captured back to hell, without exception. Now... is there any other way?"
"I only have this one way."
"..." Mu Anxiao lowered her head.
Feng Qishi did not expect Mu Anxiao to be sad over Wan Sha. Seeing her dejected look, he also felt uneasy. "I can think of something for you," he said.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao quickly looked up at Feng Qishi, a smile on her face, "Really?"
"Wan Sha left a bit of her memory here just now. Following her memory, we should be able to return to her past," Feng Qishi said, extending his hand to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao hesitated.
Seeing Mu Anxiao's hesitation, Feng Qishi impatiently said, "If you don't hold my hand, how can we go back?"
"I don't want to hold your hand," Mu Anxiao said.
"Why?" Feng Qishi was very dissatisfied with Mu Anxiao's answer.
Mu Anxiao thought for a moment and said, "We don't have any relationship, so what does holding hands mean?"
"Don't be shy at this time," Feng Qishi quickly said, and directly took Mu Anxiao's hand.
Mu Anxiao was stunned. Before she could speak, Feng Qishi pulled her into the sky.
Feng Qishi tightly held Mu Anxiao's hand, pushing aside the clouds, and said, "When we get there, don't speak."
"I know," Mu Anxiao casually agreed, and disappeared into the clouds with Feng Qishi.
A moment later, Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi landed together beside a well. Feng Qishi consciously let go of her hand.
Then, Mu Anxiao looked around, glanced at the house that looked like the dilapidated temple, and frowned.
Seeing Mu Anxiao's expression change, Feng Qishi quickly reached out and covered her mouth, "Don't speak, concentrate." With that, he gently tapped Mu Anxiao's shoulder.
Mu Anxiao frowned and concentrated, "Let me go."
Hearing this, Feng Qishi removed his hand, looked at the house, and asked, "Do you think it looks like the dilapidated temple?"
Mu Anxiao nodded.
"If I guessed correctly, Lin Yan should be Wan Sha's descendant."
"How is that possible?" Mu Anxiao asked mentally.
"This place is clearly newly built," Feng Qishi said, pointing at the house.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the well, and her memories began to surge. She lowered her eyelids slightly, her head began to throb violently, and she grabbed Feng Qishi's arm, mentally saying, "Let's go back!"