"She is not the host," said the short, stout demon.
The large-headed, plump demon looked confused.
Suppressing the unease in his heart, the short, stout demon reached out and pulled the large-headed, plump demon aside. He said, "She is not the host. She has taken over the host's body. She is that monster."
The large-headed, plump demon's eyes widened.
"It seems you understand now," the woman said, looking at the short, stout demon with a sinister grin.
The short, stout demon turned his face slightly. "Why are you here?"
"I came because I wanted to," the woman replied with a cold laugh.
The short, stout demon said, "Back then, you were always lying to us. You knew the host would sacrifice everything for us. You deliberately deceived us like that just to get our host's body."
"As expected, you've been with that good-for-nothing for so long, your brain has become quite sharp," the woman remarked, placing her hand on the short, stout demon's shoulder.
The short, stout demon's expression stiffened.
The woman smiled. "Let me tell you the truth. You indeed haven't killed anyone. Originally, I thought if you confessed, I wouldn't bother you, but I didn't expect Feng Qishi to also know this move. In that case, there's no need for you to confess." As she spoke, she increased the pressure of her grip.
Seeing this, the large-headed, plump demon quickly stepped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist. "Let go."
"Brother, don't mind me," the short, stout demon gritted out.
"I can't ignore you. After all these years, you've done too much for me. In the past, I've dodged many times, but this time, I can't dodge anymore. We must save the host, we must!" With that, he forcefully pulled the woman's hand away.
The woman laughed. "You scrawny dog, you've still got some strength."
Then, just as the woman was about to use her demonic powers, Zhang Yan appeared behind her. "So you're that wicked monster. We meet again." As he spoke, he placed his hands on the woman's shoulders.
The woman's body jolted.
The large-headed, plump demon released his grip and hastily pulled the short, stout demon back a step.
Immediately after, the underworld escort in a suit appeared before the woman. "What a stroke of luck. It seems we found you without any effort." As he spoke, and just as he was about to spread his hands to conjure a weapon, a sinister smile curved the woman's lips. Then, a wisp of smoke drifted from her body, and Hu Yuan's former body collapsed onto the ground.
"No one can see it, right?" the short, stout demon asked.
"She's gone invisible," the underworld escort in a suit said, tilting his head. He then crouched down, waved his arm, and the body turned into smoke and completely vanished.
The short, stout demon's eyes darkened.
The large-headed, plump demon called out, "Host."
"Alright, don't be too sad. This body was useless anyway. If I hadn't done this, she would have dissipated on her own soon," the underworld escort in a suit said, standing up.
The short, stout demon lowered his head and said, "I still hoped the host would return to this body. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed that monster."
"Your host is a man now. You want to put him in a woman's body," the underworld escort in a suit said, turning to the short, stout demon. "Are you joking, or trying to be funny?"
"No," the short, stout demon replied, lowering his head.
The large-headed, plump demon stepped forward, asking urgently, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Brother."
"You've carried too much burden all these years," the large-headed, plump demon said, placing a hand on the short, stout demon's shoulder.
The short, stout demon shook his head.
Then, the underworld escort in a suit smirked. "Alright, let's not talk about anything else. The soul essence on your bodies must be returned to your host now."
"Okay, do we have to go down with you?" the short, stout demon asked.
The underworld escort in a suit hesitated for a moment and said, "You just need to return the soul essence. As for anything else, we'll discuss it later."
"We..."
The underworld escort in a suit interrupted, "Hurry up and go. Your host's soul is weakening."
"Okay," the short, stout demon nodded and turned to the large-headed, plump demon. "Brother, let's go."
"Mm," the large-headed, plump demon agreed and entered the hospital room with the short, stout demon.
The underworld escort in a suit let out a long sigh. Zhang Yan asked, "Are you afraid of making another mistake?"
"Mm," the underworld escort in a suit nodded.
"Likely," Zhang Yan said, looking towards the direction where the female demon's soul had fled. "She's going to find Mu Anxiao now."
"Probably... right?" the underworld escort in a suit wasn't sure.
In the hospital parking lot, Feng Sen unbuckled his seatbelt and said, "I'll go with you."
Mu Anxiao opened the car door and got out, saying, "No need."
"Why not?" Feng Sen got out of the car and asked.
Mu Anxiao paused for a moment and said, "If I say you don't need to follow, then don't. Why so many questions?"
"No, can you do me a favor?" Feng Sen asked.
Mu Anxiao's eyes narrowed. "What is it? Speak."
"Look, we're both injured. When we go to see my mom together, what should I say?" Feng Sen asked for advice.
Mu Anxiao said, "Then I won't go."
"No, my mom said you..." Feng Sen's nose twitched, and his eyes instantly reddened. "If you don't go, my brother will definitely be sad."
Seeing Feng Sen like this, Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi beside them, thought for a moment, and said, "I have a plan, but you have to promise me you won't go with me."
"I promise," Feng Sen said excitedly.
"It's simple. Just say you were beaten up, and I helped you," Mu Anxiao said casually.
"Why isn't it me who was beaten up and you helped me?" Feng Sen questioned.
Mu Anxiao gave him a few seconds of a cold stare. "Your injuries are more severe than mine, so naturally, I'm more capable. If you say I was beaten up, it would only prove that you are not capable."
"You make a lot of sense," Feng Sen nodded in agreement.
"Since you think what I said makes sense, let's go," Mu Anxiao waved his hand and walked away.
Feng Sen called out, "Remember!"
Mu Anxiao did not reply.
Feng Qishi followed behind Mu Anxiao and smiled. "You're quite cunning, heroine."
"Enough nonsense," Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi. Then, as he turned around, he saw the female demon's soul emerging from Hu Yuan's former body. He stopped and said, "So this is what you look like, Bu Tian."
"You are already a cripple," the female demon's soul said, pointing at Mu Anxiao.
"Whether I'm a cripple or not has nothing to do with you."
"Hand over the body," the female demon's soul said arrogantly.
Feng Qishi looked at the female demon's soul and exclaimed, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm still here. What are you being so arrogant about?"
"You..." the female demon's soul sneered and looked at Mu Anxiao. "Do you know who he is?"
Mu Anxiao remained silent, looking at her impassively.
"She is Shen Yan," the female demon's soul said.
Mu Anxiao's expression was unreadable, and he said nothing.
Feng Qishi turned his head and smiled. "I didn't expect to be so famous."
The female demon's soul looked at Feng Qishi in surprise, then back at Mu Anxiao and asked, "Do you know?"
"I thought you knew that I knew. Bu Tian, you don't know?" Mu Anxiao said coldly.