At the brink of life and death, Feng Qishi had no leisure to manage Mu Anxiao's emotions. He then shifted his gaze, which had been fixed on the faces of the two elders, to Mu Anxiao. "Mu idiot, stop being stunned and move away with them."
Mu Anxiao knew she was in the wrong and agreed without complaint. "Alright!" She then hobbled a few steps away with the two elders and A Long.
Next, Feng Qishi looked down at the motionless man. Considering the man's age, he said, "I can save his life, but there may be sequelae."
Upon hearing this, the madam's eyes widened, and she cast her gaze upon Mu Anxiao. "If my son suffers even the slightest harm, I'll settle the score with you." She grabbed Mu Anxiao's arm.
Mu Anxiao knew that her excessive force had led to this outcome.
At this moment, she only hoped that Feng Qishi could save the man's life. As for anything else, no matter how much the elders scolded or beat her, she would not fight back or retort, because she was the one who had incapacitated their son!
The elder calmly watched the madam's agitated state, her desire to vent all her anger on Mu Anxiao. He said, "I finally understand why your son is like this."
"Who are you?" the madam asked the elder unfriendly, her gaze fixed on him.
The elder replied, "Who I am is not important. It is precisely because of your pampering that your son, at over forty, is still in this state."
"You..."
As the madam uttered the first syllable, Feng Qishi interjected, "Alright, I need quiet." He glanced at Mu Anxiao, who dared not speak, and sighed softly.
Mu Anxiao lowered her head.
Before the stone archway, Wan Sha and Mu Xiang looked at Mu Anxiao with expressionless faces.
Wan Sha said, "A mere immortal, to electrocute someone to that state for a monster, you're quite something."
Beside her, Mu Xiang held a brush and a notebook, asking, "Should I record it?"
"Yes, record it in the most serious way," Wan Sha said, glancing at Mu Xiang, whose eyes were vacant.
Mu Xiang remained silent and wrote in the notebook: Mu Anxiao, due to her playful nature, electrocuted a mortal to death.
Seeing Mu Xiang diligently recording, Wan Sha smiled and said, "Alright, let's go."
"Yes," Mu Xiang nodded, turned, and left with Wan Sha.
Meanwhile, the elder's ears twitched, and he turned his head towards the stone archway, thinking, is that Mu Xiang?
As he thought this, he glanced at the madam still holding Mu Anxiao's arm and the grand-uncle glaring at Mu Anxiao. Without speaking, he turned and walked gracefully to the stone archway. After peeking outside, he muttered, "I misheard." He then tilted his head to look at the night sky.
In front of the mansion gate.
Mu Xiang suddenly stopped, turned back to look inside the mansion, and mumbled, "It's Grandpa."
Upon hearing this, Wan Sha stopped and looked at the back of Mu Xiang's head. "You crippled your grandfather's most beloved grandson. If he finds out, he definitely won't forgive you. Let's go."
Listening to Wan Sha's words behind her, Mu Xiang recalled the elder's grandson's provocation just now. She turned and said, "He brought it upon himself. I don't seek Grandpa's forgiveness."
"He might only have one leg left in his life. As for you, just follow me obediently. I won't try to possess your body anymore, you can rest assured."
"I won't let you possess my body either. My body belongs to me."
"Yes, it's yours. Your mother is not a monster."
"My mother was never a monster."
Wan Sha: "..." She smiled and turned to walk ahead.
Wan Sha understood that Mu Xiang's bottom line was her mother. In other words, she didn't care about anyone's opinion of her, but she cared about what others thought of her mother.
She hated it when people spoke ill of her mother, and her resentment towards her brother was clearly accumulated over many years.
As for her true identity, Wan Sha did not know.
But Wan Sha knew that she was a person easily exploited. As long as she didn't touch her bottom line, she would be a very useful tool.
"Wait for me," Mu Xiang said, casting a final glance at the mansion gate before catching up with Wan Sha.
In the elder's residence.
The elder's grandson lay on his side on the cold gravel path, covered in sweat, his mouth constantly calling out, "Help, help."
At the same time, a young girl carrying a lantern approached and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, what happened? Who did this?" As she spoke, she quickly bent down, placed the lantern aside, and supported his arm.
"..." The elder's grandson looked fuzzily at the girl's face and said, "Don't ask. Call a doctor, or my leg will be crippled."
Hearing the elder's grandson's hoarse instructions, the girl dared not ask further. "You first..."
"Leave the lantern and go call the doctor from the mansion, quickly. You can't carry me alone."
"Yes." The girl nodded hastily, stood up, and ran off.
After the girl ran off, the elder's grandson stared at the lantern. His mind involuntarily conjured up the scene of Mu Xiang beating him like this. He clenched his fists, but then, remembering Mu Xiang's words before she left, he relaxed his hands.
Then, he closed his eyes and recalled what had just happened.
A short while ago.
The elder's grandson looked at Mu Xiang, who was tightly gripping his neck. He thought he was about to die. Unexpectedly, just as he thought he was suffocating, Mu Xiang let go.
Then, she coldly said, "Run. If you can run fast enough that I can't catch you, I'll let you go."
Upon hearing Mu Xiang's words, he began to drag his injured leg, circled her, and ran off in one direction.
Mu Xiang did not chase immediately. Instead, she stood still and quietly watched the elder's grandson's fleeing figure, calling out, "Hide. As long as I can't find you, you'll be safe."
From childhood, the elder's grandson had regarded Mu Xiang as a thorn in his side.
He had never been polite to her. Every time he spoke to her, he would bring up her mother. Not only that, but his favorite game was hide-and-seek with her.
Every time, after she hid, he would prepare stones and deliberately stand in place, cursing her mother.
As soon as she heard it, she would forget the game and come out of her hiding place.
And each time she stood up, he would start pelting her with stones, thereby taking away her opportunity to speak with this barrage of blows.
Clearly, this time, it was his turn.
Heeding Mu Xiang's calls from behind, he dragged his injured leg and ran all the way to the garden, hiding behind the bushes in the garden.
Unexpectedly, just as he thought he was hidden, Mu Xiang appeared in the garden.
Just like him in the past, Mu Xiang held a handful of stones, scanned the surroundings, and said, "Grandpa protects you, but I won't. Think about it, if your sister-in-law found out about you and that girl, the consequences would surely be amusing, right?"
"...." Upon hearing Mu Xiang's words, the elder's grandson's eyes widened.