In the room, Mu Anxiao looked at the still fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy standing there and asked, "Why aren't you leaving?"
"She was brought in by me, and now she's like this," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy looked up at the beam of the room. "I can't just ignore it."
"What do you mean, you brought her in?"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy didn't speak. Instead, he turned to the door, closing it as he said, "It's a long story. Right now, I just want to ask..." He turned to look at Mu Anxiao. "Is she already dead?"
"I don't know," Mu Anxiao shook her head.
Shen Yan, with a flick of her hand, produced a plate of ropes and turned to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, saying, "Yes, she is already dead."
"No way," Mu Anxiao couldn't believe it and fixed her gaze on Shen Yan's face.
Shen Yan looked down at Mu Anxiao and said, "Her resentment is very heavy. If I'm not mistaken, she should have been killed by..." She glanced at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. "People from your place, or rather, someone here keeps monsters."
"I don't understand what you're saying?" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy avoided her gaze.
"You're here to watch me kill her, aren't you?" Shen Yan said coldly.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy began to continuously avert his eyes.
Mu Anxiao looked at Shen Yan and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy respectively and asked, "Can monsters be kept?"
"You, don't speak," Shen Yan glared at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao pouted aggrievedly, took a step back, and turned her face aside. At that moment, a ghost messenger appeared in her sight.
"Look at his attitude towards you, it's too bad. If it were me, I would never treat you like this."
"Why are you here again?" Mu Anxiao's mouth twitched.
"Where there is a demon soul, there I am," the ghost messenger said, looking up at the white-haired woman above.
Mu Anxiao followed the ghost messenger's gaze upwards. Just then, the white-haired woman suddenly looked at her and then opened her mouth, letting out two cries.
Mu Anxiao clearly stared at the white-haired woman's dark circles and dryly grinned, saying, "Her face was already dark enough, and now she has dark circles. And," her face began to look tearful, "she's a ghost girl with fangs, it's too scary."
"Oh, you're not screaming anymore. That's a good sign," the ghost messenger casually glanced at Mu Anxiao and said.
"I'm just used to..." Before she could finish, the white-haired woman suddenly moved. Mu Anxiao looked at her confusedly, frowned, and was about to speak when the white-haired woman suddenly leaped down from above and approached Mu Anxiao.
Instantly, Mu Anxiao once again shouted, "Ahhh!"
The ghost messenger plugged one ear with his finger and calmly clicked his tongue twice, saying, "It seems you still need some training."
"Training my foot! Save me!" Mu Anxiao quickly dodged and shouted.
Hearing this, Shen Yan quickly withdrew her gaze from observing the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and hurried forward to grab Mu Anxiao's arm. "Run."
"Okay." Mu Anxiao dared not say more and ran around the room with Shen Yan.
The ghost messenger looked curiously at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, following the gaze of Shen Yan and Mu Anxiao. He frowned and walked up to him.
"She's mine," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy said. He bit his index finger, smearing the blood on his eyelids. A red light flashed between his eyebrows. Then, he opened his eyes and saw the white-haired woman, who was gradually approaching Mu Anxiao, passing through the ghost messenger.