Mu Anxiao pursed her lips and looked at the ground, crying out in a fake voice, "Ah, why am I so..."
Before she could finish, she was thrown out by the vine spirit.
Then, before Mu Anxiao could react, she was already sprawled on the ground.
"I'm not dead," she muttered, propping herself up and looking at the Yin Messenger and Shen Yan in front of the barrier.
The Yin Messenger's eyes lit up as he saw the booklet that had fallen into Mu Anxiao's hand. "Quick, place the booklet on this barrier."
"I can't move slowly," Mu Anxiao felt like every bone in her body had been broken, and it hurt with every movement.
Shen Yan calmly watched the vine spirit slowly approach Mu Anxiao and said, "If you rest, your life will truly be gone."
"You guys don't..."
"Go to hell."
The next second, Mu Anxiao quickly swallowed the words 'scare me,' endured the intense pain, and quickly reached out, grabbed the booklet, closed her eyes, and pressed it onto the barrier.
In an instant, a dark green light flashed, and the green barrier turned into black smoke and entered the brocade pouch held by the Yin Messenger.
Seeing the thing disappear, Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief, released the booklet, and lay on the ground peacefully.
Shen Yan walked to Mu Anxiao's side and said, "I advise you to get up quickly, or he will crush you." As he spoke, he glanced at the vine spirit, which was gradually revealing its true form.
"How..."
"Ahhhhh." The narcissistic girl looked up at the vine spirit, which had resumed its original form, with a look of utter terror, and screamed loudly, completely losing all composure.
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao immediately forgot all the pain in her body, grabbed the booklet, and sprang to her feet.
"You're up," the Yin Messenger said, retracting the brocade pouch and standing beside Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao squinted at the Yin Messenger and said, "I can't do it anymore. Let Shen Yan go." She pointed at Shen Yan, who was beginning to transform his magic treasure in front of them.
The Yin Messenger glanced at Shen Yan's practiced movements and, thinking of Mu Anxiao's earlier incompetent performance, agreed, "Alright, if you go up now, you'll only be a burden to Shen Yan."
"Exactly," Mu Anxiao said, feeling truly relieved.
Shen Yan looked up at the vine spirit, which was gradually growing as tall as a house, and narrowed his eyes. While searching for its weaknesses, he inadvertently noticed a shining chain around its neck. With a single stomp, he shot up into the air.
Mu Anxiao looked up at Shen Yan, who had inexplicably flown into the sky, and twitched the corner of her mouth. "What is he doing?"
The Yin Messenger also looked up at Shen Yan, who had inexplicably flown into the sky, and said, "He wouldn't have run away, would he?"
"No way," Mu Anxiao placed her hand horizontally above her eyebrows, scanning the sky for Shen Yan's figure, and said, "He shouldn't be that cowardly, right?"
"You go," the Yin Messenger shifted his gaze to Mu Anxiao's side.
Mu Anxiao was startled. She glanced at the vine spirit looking up at the sky, swallowed with a slight pain in her throat, and then turned to the Yin Messenger with a grin. "I'm just a human! You want me to fight this monster..." she pointed at the vine spirit, "...is that not asking me to die?"
"I saw you fighting quite skillfully just now," the Yin Messenger smiled.
"That was with the help of those two guys. Unless," Mu Anxiao blinked, "you help too, I'll go."
"I won't," the Yin Messenger refused and took a few steps back.
Mu Anxiao half-turned to look at the Yin Messenger and frowned. "You're a Yin Messenger, for goodness' sake. Are you afraid of him? That's too shameful."