"That's right, you are wrong."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan turned to the fat demon and the small demon and asked, "Who are you guys?"
"We are friends of Mu Anxiao," the fat demon introduced himself.
"Friends," Zhang Yan repeated. He sniffed them and said, "Hand it over."
"What?" the small demon feigned ignorance.
"What are you saying, you dare to take souls? You're courting death." Zhang Yan cut straight to the chase.
The small demon chuckled dryly.
The fat demon's eyes flickered as he said, "If you help us remove the memories concerning us from the soul, we won't object."
"Object to what?" Zhang Yan asked, confused.
The fat demon blinked and said, "If you don't help us, I'll suggest to Mu Anxiao that she take her money back from you."
"You were eavesdropping," Zhang Yan pointed at the fat demon's face.
"No, we were just passing by and happened to see it," the small demon shrugged.
"Really, these days demons have become so arrogant," Zhang Yan said, summoning purple fire with a wave of his hand. "It seems I have to teach you a good lesson today so you understand that this great immortal is not to be trifled with."
"You're being boring like this," the small demon said, pointing at Zhang Yan's purple fire.
"Since you know it's boring, then leave quickly. I'm in a very bad mood right now," Zhang Yan widened his eyes.
The fat demon glanced at the small demon's forced attempt to converse with Zhang Yan and said, "Forget it. If he's not going to help us, then so be it. That woman just now wasn't pleasant either, and he's clearly upset. We shouldn't offend him." As he spoke, he pulled the small demon's arm.
"Didn't you say you were too embarrassed to approach Mu Anxiao? This..." the small demon looked at Zhang Yan, who was wearing a sour expression, and said, "If he doesn't help us, the soul will awaken."
"Mu Anxiao's temper is much better than his," the fat demon glared at Zhang Yan.
"It's clearly my temper that's better," Zhang Yan clarified excitedly.
The fat demon let out two cold laughs. "What good temper do you have? Mu Anxiao always grants whatever is asked of her. You," he said, "we barely said a word, and you conjured this thing to threaten us. And you still claim to have a better temper than her? What a joke."
Zhang Yan retracted his purple fire and said, "If her temper is so good, why isn't she helping you?"
"You haven't helped us either," the fat demon turned his head away.
"Exactly. Mu Anxiao forgot about the soul matter because she was busy helping us with something else. You," the small demon glanced cautiously at the fat demon, continuing, "we barely said anything, and you turned on us. What kind of immortal are you?"
"It's because you threatened me," Zhang Yan pointed at the small demon's face.
The small demon's face stiffened, and he shifted his gaze to the fat demon standing beside him.
Sensing the small demon's plea for help, the fat demon swallowed and looked back at Zhang Yan. "Never mind that, are you going to help us or not?" As he spoke, he took out a bag from his sleeve.
"Hand it over," Zhang Yan's attitude improved significantly.
The fat demon's lips curved upwards slightly. He opened the bag, and the soul floated out, landing on the ground.
"You guys are really something," Zhang Yan said, looking down.
"It's nothing. If you do it like this, no one will be the wiser," the fat demon said.
"This is cheating," Zhang Yan said, looking down at the soul.
Upon hearing this, the fat demon and the small demon immediately turned and vanished.
Zhang Yan snorted, "They run fast." He then squatted down and began to cast a spell on the soul.
After the spell was cast, the soul slowly opened its eyes. "Where am I?"
Zhang Yan squatted down and looked at the soul child. "In an alley. I found you here."
"Oh, I must have been asleep," the soul child said, sitting up.
"Mhm," Zhang Yan reached out and stroked the soul child's head. "If you're tired, rest down there. Come up when you're ready. It's very dangerous for you to be like this. If you had met someone bad, you could have lost your life."
"Mhm, I understand. Thank you," the soul child said with a simple smile.
"Alright, hurry along now," Zhang Yan removed his hand and stood up.
The soul child nodded, patted the ground, and disappeared.
Zhang Yan's eyes darkened. "Even a soul child knows my words are for his own good. Ma Yan," he sneered, "forget it. Old friend, I can't manage your granddaughter anymore." As he spoke, he looked down and saw the schoolbag left behind by Feng Qishi.
At the hospital, Hu Yuan's mother stood anxiously outside the emergency room. Mu Anxiao, seeing Hu Yuan's mother's worry, dared not speak or ask.
Feng Qishi sat calmly on a public bench and, noticing Mu Anxiao's hesitant expression, asked, "Are you hungry?"
Mu Anxiao turned to look at Feng Qishi, paused for a moment, then looked at Hu Yuan's mother, who had also turned to look at her. "Are you hungry?"
"What happened to Yuan Yuan?" Hu Yuan's mother asked, her voice choked with tears.
"He..." Mu Anxiao didn't know how to answer.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao's bewildered expression, stood up, and said, "We don't know either. We found him in the alley and brought him to the hospital. Then, a doctor who knows you contacted you."
"Is that so," Hu Yuan's mother said, lowering her head.
Feng Qishi looked at Hu Yuan's mother and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"No, I'm not. I just hope Yuan Yuan can come out soon," Hu Yuan's mother's voice trembled.
Feng Qishi was left speechless.
Seeing Feng Qishi's speechless expression, Mu Anxiao stepped forward and took Hu Yuan's mother's arm. "Sit down. Hu Yuan will be fine."
Hu Yuan's mother glanced at Mu Anxiao and obediently walked over to sit on the public bench. She looked up and asked, "Are you and Yuan Yuan from the same school?"
"I'm not," Mu Anxiao shook her head.
Hu Yuan's mother nodded and then looked at Feng Qishi. "Are you and Yuan Yuan from the same school?"
However, Feng Qishi had intended to say no, but as he looked down at his school uniform, he said with resignation, "Yes, but I'm a senior."
Upon hearing that Feng Qishi was a senior, Hu Yuan's mother quickly said, "Then you should hurry back."
"It's alright," Feng Qishi shook his head.
"Senior year is the most crucial. You need to study hard. If you stay here, your mother will worry. Listen to Auntie and go," Hu Yuan's mother persuaded.
Feng Qishi gave a bitter smile and muttered, "My mom won't worry."
"What did you say?" Hu Yuan's mother asked.
Feng Qishi snapped back to attention and shook his head. "It's nothing. Well, shall I go buy you something to eat? If Hu Yuan wakes up later, he might want to eat something too." With that, he turned and walked away.