Feng Qishi watched Gu Yan’s melancholic expression and then glanced at Mu Anxiao, who was utterly speechless towards Gu Yan, saying, “I think you’re overthinking it.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan immediately looked at Feng Qishi and retorted, “You say I’m overthinking it, so tell me, how am I overthinking it? In Ouyang Ye’s eyes, she’s already dead, and now I’m mentioning her in front of Ouyang Ye. Isn’t this nonsense?”
“What I mean is, he might already suspect that I did these things before I died. If you go and say it now, wouldn’t it align with his thoughts?” Mu Anxiao said helplessly.
Gu Yan heard this, looked at Mu Anxiao, and hesitated, “You mean, I go and say it was you, but,” she thought for a moment and continued, “everything requires evidence. I don’t have any evidence here. Even if I say it, he might not believe me, right?”
“You want evidence?”
“Yes, only then would I dare to say it.” Gu Yan’s mind became clearer, and her tone was no longer as anxious as before.
“You’re really troublesome. Just bring him here directly, and everything would be…”
“No, I can’t lie to myself. Only if you give me evidence will I not slip up.”
“…” Mu Anxiao could see that Gu Yan was afraid of Ouyang Ye, but she didn’t expect Gu Yan to be so thoughtful. Listening to Gu Yan’s words, she couldn’t be bothered to say any more nonsense, “Alright then, I’ll listen to you.”
“Okay, thank you.” Gu Yan smiled.
Mu Anxiao looked at Gu Yan’s ever-changing expressions and was also speechless for a moment. Then, she shifted her gaze to Feng Qishi’s face, “What do you want me to do?”
“You’re asking me?” Feng Qishi pointed at himself, feeling bewildered.
Mu Anxiao: “Yes, I can’t think of any good ideas, and I don’t know what evidence to leave. Since you’re here, you should help me think of something.”
“This…” Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao’s sincere expression and found it hard to refuse. So, he thought for a moment and said, “You could leave a letter.”
“A letter?” Mu Anxiao was surprised.
Feng Qishi: “Yes, what, you don’t want to do it?”
“It’s not that,” Mu Anxiao said, chuckling dryly. “I just feel that this way of yours might be too… rigid.”
“Why do you say rigid?”
“…It’s not rigid, it’s just…” Mu Anxiao was at a loss for words. After thinking for a moment, she said, “It’s just a bit old-fashioned.”
“What do you mean old-fashioned? Watch your words. Under the current circumstances, writing a letter is the most reliable. Unless,” Feng Qishi frowned slightly, “you plan to send him a dream?”
“I would never send him a dream,” Mu Anxiao said, rolling her eyes.
Feng Qishi chuckled, “Then it’s settled. Since you don’t want to send him a dream, then write a letter. This is the most reliable way.”
“…” Mu Anxiao fell silent.
Gu Yan: “But if we really do this, even if I take the letter, he might not believe me.”
“Why are you so worried about everything?” Feng Qishi was helpless towards Gu Yan.
Gu Yan raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, saying, “It’s not that I’m overly worried, it’s just that Ouyang Ye is too cunning. I’m afraid that if I’m not careful, I’ll fall into his trap…”
“I think you’re worrying too much,” Mu Anxiao couldn’t listen any longer.
Gu Yan shifted her gaze to Mu Anxiao’s face, “How am I worrying too much? This is my understanding of Ouyang Ye.”
“If he really wanted to set a trap for you, he wouldn’t have told you that Gu Yan framed you,” Mu Anxiao said calmly. She originally didn’t want to say these things, but after listening to Gu Yan’s endless worries, she felt it necessary to break through Gu Yan’s myriad of wild thoughts.
Gu Yan fell silent.
Mu Anxiao continued, “Just do as I say. As for the letter, you don’t need to say anything. Just bring him here directly and let him discover it himself.”
“You mean, I just need to inform him, and then…” Gu Yan tried to understand Mu Anxiao’s words, “and then with an accusatory tone, tell him it was you?”
“Yes, anyway, I don’t think he knows that you know about me being murdered by him, right?” Mu Anxiao added.
Gu Yan’s eyes darkened, “What you say makes sense.”
“If you think it makes sense, then go,” Mu Anxiao said in a low voice.
“Then I’ll go. You guys leave quickly,” Gu Yan reminded them.
“Understood.”
“That’s good,” Gu Yan said, glancing at Feng Qishi, then turning and leaving.
After Gu Yan left, Feng Qishi’s gaze settled on Mu Anxiao’s face.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi, walked up the steps, looked at the souls standing inside, and then felt the cold air around them. She shivered, “It is indeed much colder here than over there.”
“Since you know it’s cold, then hurry up and write,” Feng Qishi said. He walked to Mu Anxiao’s back, spread out his hand, and conjured a brush and paper, “Here.”
Mu Anxiao: “You want me to write?”
“This is something you did. It’s not for me to write it for you, is it?” Feng Qishi retorted.
Mu Anxiao chuckled, “Not really, I just thought that with Ouyang Ye’s exceedingly shrewd mind, he’d definitely know it was pre-written at a glance. How about this,” she said, “just use your magic.”
“That’s a waste.”
“What’s wasteful about this? This is called authenticity,” Mu Anxiao’s eyes were firm.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao’s firm expression, then at the paper and brush in his hand. He hesitated, then compromised, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Saying this, he instantly tossed the brush and paper into the air and quickly began to cast his magic.
Mu Anxiao watched the blue light dancing in the air, smiled, and then looked at the souls, “The souls have been found, but… where is their consciousness?” As she spoke, she stepped through the souls, trying to find Gu Tie.
Unexpectedly, Mu Anxiao searched for a long time but found nothing.
“What’s going on?” she said, turning to look at Feng Qishi, who was using magic to craft the text, “I can’t find Gu Tie.”
“Cannot find,” Feng Qishi said, stepping forward and casually dropping the paper at the feet of a soul. He then looked left, right, front, and back at the souls, “You should wait and ask Gu Yan later.”
“Yes, that’s the only way,” Mu Anxiao said, glancing at them again, “Then let’s go first.”
“Let’s go,” Feng Qishi said, turning and leaving with Mu Anxiao.
Minutes later.
Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi walked back on the road.
After a long period of silence, Feng Qishi couldn’t help but ask, “Why don’t you want Ouyang Ye to know you’re still alive?”
This question came to his mind when he saw the souls. He had been thinking about whether to ask it all the way here, but seeing Mu Anxiao’s silence, he suppressed the question.
Now, asking it was purely because he couldn’t hold back.
“If he knew, he would definitely harm me again. What, “Mu Anxiao said, glancing at Feng Qishi, “do you want to see me killed by him again?”
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