"What are you doing?" the short demon beside him asked in alarm.
"What am I doing? Let me ask you," Mu Anxiao said coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"What business is it of yours what we're doing here?" the big-headed fat demon asked indignantly.
Mu Anxiao narrowed his eyes and, seizing the opportunity, threw the silver rope towards the big-headed fat demon.
Unexpectedly, his seemingly clumsy body was incredibly agile. The moment the silver rope was about to touch him, he dodged it, and the rope fell heavily to the ground.
"Damn it," Mu Anxiao muttered, his gaze instantly falling on the face of the short demon.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"It's your turn," Mu Anxiao said. As he raised the hand holding the silver rope high, the big-headed fat demon shouted, "Idiot, that's the thing below. Any demon that breaks the rules and touches it will die instantly. Go quickly!" With that, he disappeared ahead of them.
"You're not getting away," Mu Anxiao said. As he forcefully threw the rope, it seemed to gain a life of its own, catching up to the short demon's steps and binding him tightly.
The short demon looked down at the silver rope that had tightly bound him, his face filled with panic, and let out a series of panicked shouts.
Mu Anxiao, holding one end of the rope tightly, walked up to the short demon and said coldly, "What are you shouting about?"
"Ah, ah, ah." The short demon continued to scream.
Unable to stand it any longer, Mu Anxiao reached out and covered his mouth, "Shut up."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's voice, the short demon stopped screaming and blinked his eyes with a bitter expression.
"If you don't shout, I'll let go," Mu Anxiao said, staring at the short demon who was the same height as him.
The short demon nodded in cooperation.
Mu Anxiao removed his hand, and the short demon indeed stopped shouting.
"I don't feel anything?" the short demon asked, his lips pursed.
Mu Anxiao, pulling the rope, asked, "Tell me where the wolf demon is?"
"You answer my question first," the short demon said, his voice choked.
"I don't know."
"You're so perfunctory," the short demon pouted and began to cry dryly.
Mu Anxiao looked at the short demon, who was wailing without tears, and said, "If you could shed a single tear, I might understand why."
"A man of tears does not shed them lightly," the short demon said, still with a crying tone.
"If you don't speak, I would genuinely think you were a female demon. In other words," Mu Anxiao tightened the rope, "I'd think you were that fat demon's wife."
"You're insulting me," the short demon said angrily.
"Since you don't want to cry anymore, tell me where the wolf demon is?"
"What did you say? I don't understand," the short demon shook his head.
"If you play dumb with me, I'll get serious," Mu Anxiao widened his eyes.
The short demon's expression became anxious, "I really don't understand what you're saying. What wolf demon? We're just here for a stroll."
"A stroll for what?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
"In the past, I always had a dream of going to school. Every day, watching those classmates go to school, I was truly envious. After a long period of psychological struggle, my friend finally agreed to accompany me here. It's all your fault," the short demon looked down at the rope bound around him, "for shattering my dream."
"Since you have a dream, why don't you go to sleep and come here?" Mu Anxiao frowned.
"Do you know what a dream is?" the short demon asked righteously.