The girl had hidden her entire life without ever being caught. She thought coming here would grant her peace, but who knew... her life would ultimately end by her own hand. Looking down at the dagger that had fallen to the ground, she froze.
Luo Yi, seeing the girl’s stunned expression, thought of Ouyang Ye’s recent actions and felt a surge of fear towards him.
At the same time, Jia had already stopped Mu Anxiao’s bleeding. He withdrew his hand, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Done?” Ouyang Ye looked down at Jia.
Jia, catching his breath at Ouyang Ye’s words, said, “Her spiritual energy is circulating within her, but…” He paused, then looked up at Ouyang Ye. “I don’t know when she’ll wake up.”
“Is she in any danger?” Ouyang Ye asked, still concerned.
Luo Yi, observing Ouyang Ye, who was a completely different person from moments ago, felt his heart sink. He once again shifted his gaze to the girl.
“She’s not, but because my magic is limited, her injuries might take longer to heal,” Jia replied honestly.
Ouyang Ye nodded. “Alright, I understand.” He then turned to look at the girl, who couldn't accept her own death, and said lightly, “I’ll leave her to you.”
“Her…” Jia uttered the word, following Ouyang Ye’s gaze towards the girl, and exclaimed in surprise, “How did she… become a demon soul?”
“She’s yours now. Don’t ask anything else,” Ouyang Ye said coldly. He stepped forward and bent down to pick up Mu Anxiao.
Jia watched Ouyang Ye’s actions, his eyes darkening, and dared not ask further.
A moment later, they entered the woodshed together. Mu Anxiao was placed beside Bing’er by Ouyang Ye. Just as he was about to arrange everything, Feng Qishi entered.
It was then that Feng Qishi’s gaze fell upon Mu Anxiao lying on the bed, and he said, “What’s wrong with her?” Pretending ignorance, he walked up to Ouyang Ye’s side.
“She sustained some injuries,” Ouyang Ye replied casually.
Jia stood beside the girl, holding the silver rope. Considering their ‘imprisoned’ status alongside Luo Yi, he didn’t dare to act rashly.
After witnessing Ouyang Ye’s cruel methods, Luo Yi had completely lost the courage to offend him. Naturally, he also didn't dare to speak to Feng Qishi.
The girl, stimulated by Ouyang Ye’s actions, was still looking at her transparent body, grieving silently.
“…” Feng Qishi remained silent. After staring at Mu Anxiao’s face for a few seconds, he reached out his hand.
Seeing this, Ouyang Ye quickly stepped forward to block Feng Qishi, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Her body is very weak,” Feng Qishi said, glancing at Mu Anxiao’s blood-stained clothes, his eyes darkening. “Don’t stop me.”
“Don’t you hate her? Why now…”
“If she dies, what’s the point of my wedding to Gu Yan?” Feng Qishi interrupted Ouyang Ye intentionally.
“She won’t die,” Ouyang Ye said firmly.
Feng Qishi let out a cold laugh. “She won’t die? Who told you she won’t die?” As he spoke, he fixed his cold gaze on Ouyang Ye.
“He did,” Ouyang Ye replied, immediately turning his face towards Jia.
Jia’s expression stiffened, and he forced a smile.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi also turned his gaze to Jia’s face. “You said so.”
Jia was startled by Feng Qishi’s indifferent attitude, but he still managed to nod reluctantly.
Immediately after, Feng Qishi let out a cold laugh.
Ouyang Ye, hearing this, was confused. “What are you laughing at?”
“His petty tricks, you think,” Feng Qishi said, recalling the moments of life and death he had experienced in the mortal world. He snorted lightly. “Can he really save Mu Anxiao?” He looked at Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye frowned.
Jia felt insulted and became angry. “Feng Qishi, why are you speaking so harshly? Since when did my magic become a petty trick? Explain yourself.” He said, raising his voice.
“If it’s not a petty trick, why hasn’t she woken up?” Feng Qishi retorted, not even glancing at Jia.
Hearing Feng Qishi’s words, Jia was instantly speechless.
Luo Yi had witnessed Ouyang Ye’s heartless side firsthand. Therefore, hearing Feng Qishi’s exposure of Jia, he couldn’t help but worry about Jia’s safety. His mind raced, and he blurted out, “The facts prove that he has indeed stabilized Mu Anxiao’s vital signs.”
“That’s only temporary,” Feng Qishi said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Luo Yi looked at the apathetic Ouyang Ye and said again, “He stopped her bleeding, and used magic to replenish the blood. You…” He looked at Jia again and continued, “Can you stop talking nonsense?”
From Luo Yi’s series of words, Feng Qishi discerned Luo Yi’s protectiveness towards Jia. The reason Feng Qishi was acting this way was precisely to inform Ouyang Ye of the seriousness of the situation, because… he knew that at such a critical juncture, Ouyang Ye would definitely not let him act.
Furthermore, as someone who had been through it, he clearly knew… that to completely heal a wound, healing magic was necessary. All other spells could only temporarily sustain vital signs, and at any moment, Mu Anxiao’s wound might reopen, just like his own in the mortal world.
However, he couldn’t appear too worried, as that would only increase Ouyang Ye’s distrust towards him.
With no other option, he could only use Jia as a topic of conversation. He hadn't expected it to attract Luo Yi's displeasure, and he was suddenly at a loss for words.
“…”
Ouyang Ye had always witnessed Feng Qishi’s abilities, so naturally, Feng Qishi’s words carried considerable weight for him. While he didn’t have many concerns about Jia’s abilities, Jia was still a child. If he were to compare Jia with Feng Qishi, he would still trust Feng Qishi more.
“You didn’t lie to me,” he deliberately confirmed.
Feng Qishi blinked. “I never joke about people’s lives. Of course,” he added, not wanting Ouyang Ye to have too many ideas, “don’t worry, after I save her, I’ll leave immediately.”
“You…”
“Oh, and don’t misunderstand. I only hate her,” Feng Qishi interrupted, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. He continued, “If she dies, and my master finds out that it was you who introduced this marriage to me, my master will definitely not agree. But conversely, if Mu Anxiao lives, things will be easier to explain.”
“You’ve thought of everything very thoroughly,” Ouyang Ye said lightly.
Feng Qishi’s expression was blank. “I just don’t want my master to be angry.” He then glanced at Xiaoyue and the coachman slumped over the table, and looked back at Ouyang Ye. “It’s not suitable here.”
“Why?” Ouyang Ye asked.
Feng Qishi: “They are all here, it’s inconvenient for me.”
“Why are you so troublesome?” Ouyang Ye said, somewhat annoyed.
“I am just troublesome,” Feng Qishi replied, bending down to lift Mu Anxiao.
Seeing this, Ouyang Ye quickly said, “I’ll do it.”
“You have demonic energy within you, and she will definitely resist. At that time, her spiritual energy clashing with your demonic energy will only exacerbate her pain,” Feng Qishi explained, directly lifting Mu Anxiao horizontally.