Zhang Yan gave a dry chuckle, "I can swear, but can you say something else?"
"No," Mu Anxiao stated firmly.
"I say, Uncle..."
Feng Qishi stopped mid-sentence as Zhang Yan shot him a glare. Feng Qishi stiffened and said, "I say, Brother, this kind of stubborn self-indulgence for a mission that hasn't even been agreed upon, it's really not worth it. If you ask me, you should just go with her and see what the past was like."
"Are you trying to persuade me, little brother?" Zhang Yan asked.
Feng Qishi nodded, then glanced at Mu Anxiao, "I want to go too."
"What do you want to go for?" Mu Anxiao asked, staring intently at Feng Qishi's face.
"I'm just curious what that old fellow said to my brother," Feng Qishi chuckled.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and said, "Even if you go, you might not understand."
"Even if you go, you might not understand, you..."
"If I don't understand, I can talk to his soul after death," Mu Anxiao stated directly.
"I can do that too," Feng Qishi declared resolutely.
Mu Anxiao sneered.
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Qishi's self-satisfied expression and said, "You'll know if you go, whether you can do it or not."
"I haven't agreed, why are you making a fuss?" Mu Anxiao said unhappily.
"The child is curious, besides, after this month, he won't remember what happened this month. What are you worried about?" Zhang Yan said with a smile.
"I'm not taking him," Mu Anxiao took half a step back.
Feng Qishi watched Mu Anxiao's retreating steps and pouted, "No, if you're not taking me, why are you backing away?"
"To hold my ground," Mu Anxiao said without looking at Feng Qishi.
"It seems the decision-making power here lies with me," Zhang Yan said softly.
Mu Anxiao looked at Zhang Yan's face and raised two fingers, "You have two paths: one, take an oath, two, go back to the past."
"No," Zhang Yan gave a strained smile, "Neither of those paths is a path, they're hell, alright."
"You've been to hell," Mu Anxiao said.
"As an upright person like myself," Zhang Yan turned his face and smiled, "how could I have been to hell?"
"If you haven't been, then I'll give you a third path: go to hell," Mu Anxiao stated firmly.
"You don't seem to have the... qualification," Zhang Yan said, stepping back two more steps.
Feng Qishi looked at Zhang Yan's legs and couldn't help but laugh, "No, why are you backing away? You don't actually believe this guy can send you to hell, do you?" He pointed at Mu Anxiao.
"No, I just wanted to move my feet," Zhang Yan averted his gaze.
Mu Anxiao said, "I have a token, do you want to go with me for a tour?"
Zhang Yan shook his head.
Mu Anxiao took three steps forward, took Zhang Yan's arm, and said, "You can't say the poisonous oath, let's go." She then began to circulate her energy.
Feng Qishi glanced at the two of them and quickly stepped forward, grabbing Mu Anxiao's arm.
Mu Anxiao was startled, but the spell had already begun to operate. Helplessly, she took Feng Qishi with her.
Light flickered, and Mu Anxiao brought them to the day before the old friend's death.
The three of them stood outside the door of the house. Feng Qishi looked at the scene before him and exclaimed, "This is that day!"
Then, just as Mu Anxiao was about to speak, Feng Qishi suddenly reached out and covered her mouth, "Don't speak, your constitution is different."
Mu Anxiao's eyes widened, and she was stunned, recalling a scene where Shen Yan had covered her mouth.
Zhang Yan looked at Feng Qishi, then at Mu Anxiao, thinking: How did Feng Qishi know that Mu Anxiao would appear as soon as she spoke? He blinked.
"Let's go in," Feng Qishi said.
Mu Anxiao forcefully pulled Feng Qishi's hand away and said, "I used an invisibility spell, they can't see me."
"This works too," Feng Qishi's expression stiffened.
Mu Anxiao didn't think much about it and walked into the oppressively silent room first.
Zhang Yan, unfazed by the atmosphere, moved to Feng Qishi's side and asked, "How did you know?"
"What?" Feng Qishi asked.
"I haven't told you that Mu Anxiao would appear when she went back to the past to talk, have I?" Zhang Yan asked.
Feng Qishi averted his gaze and said with inexplicable excitement, "You did, you were talking in your sleep that day, and I heard it."
"I talk in my sleep?" Zhang Yan pointed at himself.
"You talk very fiercely in your sleep, sometimes you scold people, and you say some infuriating truths. It's terrifying," Feng Qishi patted Zhang Yan's shoulder and walked in.
Zhang Yan stood rooted to the spot, flared his nostrils, and said, "No way, if I have such a bad habit," he shook his head quickly, "Impossible, it must have been only that day... No, which day was it?"
Hearing Zhang Yan's voice from behind, Feng Qishi glanced sideways and said, "Don't think about it, come in quickly."
Hearing this, Zhang Yan mumbled, "The more I think about it, the more confused I get. Anyway, Brother Feng just did something good, so no matter how much I dwell on it, he already knows. I won't think about it anymore." He then walked in.
A few minutes later, Zhang Yan's face was filled with sadness.
Mu Anxiao stood by the bed, watching the past Zhang Yan bend over the old friend, and sighed. She glanced at the current Zhang Yan, who was whimpering and crying, and said, "My condolences."
"I told you I wouldn't come, but you made me come, woo woo woo." Zhang Yan cried loudly.
Feng Qishi patted Zhang Yan's shoulder in comfort.
Mu Anxiao then shifted her gaze to Ma Yan and Ma Yan at the foot of the bed.
"Why does she not look sad at all?" Mu Anxiao muttered, staring at Ma Yan.
"It's obvious she wasn't close to the old friend," Feng Qishi said.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, then looked at Ma Yan, who was burying her head and sobbing, saying, "Ma Yan looks very distressed."
"It's too harsh to compare them like that," Feng Qishi commented.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi, her eyes darkening slightly, and said, "It is indeed not good to judge people who are grieving like this." xxs1
"However, what I want to say is," Feng Qishi glanced at Ma Yan, who was glaring at Ma Yan, and said, "this sister seems to really dislike her sister."
Mu Anxiao recalled what Zhang Yan had said about Ma Yan and said, "Indeed, she dislikes her. Did something happen between them?"
"It's awkward for a sister to be so subservient," Feng Qishi sighed.
"Every family has its own troubles, and yours is no exception," Mu Anxiao said.
Feng Qishi clicked his tongue, "Can you not bring me into this?"
"Is your schoolbag on properly?" Mu Anxiao pointed at Feng Qishi's schoolbag.
Feng Qishi tugged at the strap of his schoolbag, narrowed his eyes, and said, "I know."
Mu Anxiao remained silent, continuing to watch Ma Yan and Ma Yan.
Zhang Yan, sniffling, walked behind Mu Anxiao and asked, "Did you hear clearly?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned her head to look at Zhang Yan, then looked at the past Zhang Yan who had already left the room, and said, "Weren't you always watching yourself? How come... you still haven't heard clearly?"