At the same time, Feng Qishi stared in astonishment at the door panel thoroughly kicked apart by Mu Anxiao. He then touched his face and said, "That's too terrifying."
The old man said, "This is good wood, it's a shame. Mu Anxiao doing that, she might have to pay for it." He stood behind Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi looked down at the wooden debris on the ground, remembering Mu Anxiao's joyous expression after effortlessly kicking open the door, and sighed. He then inadvertently saw a few drops of blood and exclaimed, "She's injured."
"In...jured..." The old man uttered one word and stepped forward to stand beside Feng Qishi, following his gaze to the drops of blood. He said, "Strange," he glanced in the direction Mu Anxiao had gone, and continued, "It's gone now."
"She used magic to temporarily stop the bleeding." Feng Qishi understood Mu Anxiao's abilities, so he glanced at the old man, stepped over the threshold, over the wood, and walked inside.
The old man was speechless at Mu Anxiao's actions, then followed Feng Qishi.
The courtyard.
"What did you say?"
The man had a lot of confidence in the quality of his own door, yet Mu Anxiao was now saying his door was of poor quality.
He was naturally unconvinced.
"You heard me, why ask again." Mu Anxiao was too lazy to repeat herself.
The man snorted, "With your scrawny arms and legs, you dare say my door is of poor quality? You're bragging," he shook his head, "that's not how it's done."
"If you don't believe me, go look." Mu Anxiao said nonchalantly.
Sharing the man's thoughts, the elder and his wife also began to doubt Mu Anxiao's words.
"My house door is made of top-grade wood; you couldn't break it easily even with a hammer. You say," the elder glanced at Mu Anxiao's slender legs, "you kicked it open with just a couple of kicks. You're really exaggerating."
"Exactly. Before, my eldest son, drunk, came back and hit the door, but it didn't even break. You say," the wife scanned Mu Anxiao, "how is it possible you kicked it open with a few kicks."
"Speaking of your door, I think you should take a good look at your precious son. Those fake medicines were all bought by him and are harming you."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's blunt words, the wife and the elder wore expressions of anger. The wife said, "Don't talk nonsense, those aren't fake medicines, those are the medicines my son bought to treat us."
Mu Anxiao: "..."
The man said, "Father, Mother, how could I harm you? Please... don't listen to this swindler."
Hearing his son's words, the elder lowered his head and thought, then said directly, "My son would never harm me." He glanced at his wife, conveniently forgetting everything Mu Anxiao had just told him. "He certainly doesn't know anything."
"...."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao realized that the elderly couple was a typical example of doting parents; whatever their son said, they believed.
It was no wonder these two elders could eat the poison together and die from it. All day long, no matter if their son spoke good or bad, it all sounded like it was for their own good.
However, Mu Anxiao could understand their behavior. No parents would doubt their children; after all, they were their own flesh and blood, their pride.
Therefore, she didn't dwell on the matter. The door was broken anyway, and whether they believed it or not had nothing to do with her.
As for whether they believed her words, that also had nothing to do with her. She came simply because she didn't want the elder to cause trouble, and that was all!
"Fine, I'm bragging. Since you believe your son, there's nothing I can do. Now, come with me," she said impatiently.
The man asked, "What do you want to do?"
Mu Anxiao looked at the man. "Your parents are dead. As for you, go collect their bodies. I'll be taking them." Just as she was about to cast a spell to summon other Yin messengers, Alon hurried forward and grabbed her wrist.
The next second, her body stiffened, and she turned to look at Alon.
Alon said, "I understand what's going on here better than you."
"What do you want?" Mu Anxiao had a bad premonition.
"He's still alive."
Unexpectedly, the moment Alon said this, a hint of nervousness appeared on the man's face. He then cautiously glanced at his parents and remained silent.
"Who?" Mu Anxiao did not notice the change in the man's expression.
"You Ping He," Alon said, glancing unnaturally at the wife, "You Lian."
"...." Mu Anxiao frowned.
Seeing this, the man hurried forward and looked at his parents, saying, "Your lives have been difficult. Father, Mother, I will arrange a grand funeral for you. Rest assured, and depart."
Contradictory!
Earlier, Mu Anxiao had thought perhaps their son was just confused and had easily believed what Guan Mian had said.
But now, she realized the matter was not as simple as she had thought.
So, she deliberately asked, "Elder, is he truly your biological son?"
Upon hearing this, the elder looked at Mu Anxiao and said excitedly, "Of course he is my..."
"I am not your son," the man interrupted abruptly, his entire demeanor turning cold.
The elder exclaimed, "You brat, you are my son."
The man's eyes welled up with tears. "Don't lie to me. When you were confused, you said I wasn't your son, that I was a bastard. And you," he looked at his wife, "I asked you, am I his biological son? You said yes. But one night, you told your second son that I was born to you and another man, a man who is now dead."
Hearing the man's words, the wife frowned, "What are you talking about?"
The elder shot his wife a meaningful look. "What is going on here?"
Mu Anxiao looked at the man's face, no longer young, and listened to his resentful words towards his parents. She was speechless.
"I don't know," the wife shook her head.
The man cried, "I'm not your real son, no wonder my destiny is like this..."
"Alright," Mu Anxiao looked at the man, who was in his forties, with a helpless expression and interrupted him, "You're halfway to the grave. It's pointless to obsess over such things now."
"What's it to you?" The man glared at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Alon, who was still holding her wrist, then turned back to the man. "If you killed your parents because of this, I can tell you that you don't deserve to live either."
"..." The man, his lie exposed by Mu Anxiao, began to avoid her gaze. "I don't understand what you're saying."
"The opposite of not understanding is understanding. Don't pretend. Tell the truth," Mu Anxiao snorted, allowing Alon to hold her wrist. "Your acting is really not very good, in my opinion."