“This is your fate,” Wan Sha growled.
Lin Yan froze, his expression unreadable.
At the same time, Mu Anxiao sensed a murderous intent emanating from Wan Sha’s retreating back. She turned to the Yin Cha and said, “Untie me.”
The Yin Cha hesitated, “You…”
“That’s a demon soul. If she casts a spell here, those mortals will be implicated. If they die,” Mu Anxiao said, deliberately emphasizing the severity, “you will also be held accountable.”
Hearing Mu Anxiao’s words, the Yin Cha’s heart sank. “Are you telling the truth?”
“Yes,” Mu Anxiao affirmed, glancing back towards Wan Sha.
In that moment, the Yin Cha also feared being implicated due to the demon soul. He abandoned all other thoughts and quickly untied the black rope binding Mu Anxiao’s wrists. “Go.”
“I’ll be back,” Mu Anxiao said. She rose swiftly and vanished into invisibility.
Seeing this, the Yin Cha exclaimed in surprise, “Why didn’t you go invisible earlier?”
“No time,” Mu Anxiao replied, looking at her injured hand. She circled the stall and walked gracefully behind Wan Sha. “Long time no see.”
Upon hearing the voice, Wan Sha’s eyes widened. She lowered her hands, which had been poised to strike, and turned to face Mu Anxiao, sneering, “It has been a long time.”
“That impostor, you let it out.”
Wan Sha: “I know, why ask?”
“You hate me that much.”
“Yes, I hate you. If it weren’t for you, Wan Xia would not have died.”
“…” Mu Anxiao nodded. “I understand that some knots can never be untied. But what I want to say is, if you have a problem, come at me. Why harm innocent people?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t?” Mu Anxiao widened her eyes. “You had that impostor kill those beggars, didn’t you?”
Behind the stall.
The Yin Cha frowned upon hearing Mu Anxiao’s accusation, wondering what she meant.
As he was about to stand up, Hei Feng appeared beside him. “You’re quite foolish.”
Hearing this, the Yin Cha looked up at Hei Feng, startled. “It’s you.”
Hei Feng sighed and crouched down, supporting the Yin Cha’s shoulder. “You believe what a demon says. You’re truly something.”
“Demon?” The Yin Cha was confused.
Hei Feng: “The master of that person named Mu Anxiao is a dagger demon. It was she, or rather, her master wielding her, who killed those people.”
“Her master is Mu Anxiao.”
“…” Hei Feng smiled. “Which eye did you use to see that her master is Mu Anxiao?”
“Both.”
“Fine.” Hei Feng, at a loss for words, stood up. “In short, I advise you to keep your eyes open and not mistake the person, lest you disgrace yourself.”
“You don’t need to tell me.” The Yin Cha glared at Hei Feng and turned back to look at Mu Anxiao, who was locked in a stalemate with Wan Sha.
Hei Feng: “…” He couldn’t be bothered to persuade the Yin Cha any further, turned, and disappeared.
Over there.
Wan Sha: “No.”
“No?”
“Aren’t you the owner of that dagger? You should know.”
However, when Wan Sha’s words reached the Yin Cha’s ears, he breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his gaze, and leaned against the stall, thinking that Hei Feng’s attempt to sow discord in his mind was just a pipe dream.
Mu Anxiao: “You are indeed in league with the impostor.”
Wan Sha sneered, looked sideways at Lin Yan, and said, “That body doesn’t belong to you.”
Lin Yan: “…” He looked at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao uttered a single word: “Run.” She then swiftly reached out her injured hand and grabbed Wan Sha’s arm.
Wan Sha’s body stiffened. Before she could speak, Lin Yan turned and ran towards where Feng Qishi was.
Mu Anxiao watched Lin Yan’s retreating figure calmly, a smile playing on her lips. “As long as Feng Qishi knows, your impostor is finished.”
“Mu Anxiao,” Wan Sha gritted her teeth.
“What do you want? Shall we talk?”
“I have no desire to talk to you.”
“Fine, then…”
“You have a demon aura on you,” Wan Sha interrupted.
Mu Anxiao smiled. “You have a good sense. You can even smell the demon aura on me.” As she spoke, she endured the pain in her hand.
Wan Sha: “Of course. With the demon aura you possess, it’s enough to prove you’re not of the righteous path.”
“…”
“What, am I right?”
“I think you are the least qualified person to say that.”
“…” Wan Sha sneered, looked down at Mu Anxiao’s hand, and said, “It’s quite a serious injury.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“I didn’t say it had anything to do with me,” Wan Sha replied. “I’m just advising you to let go of me now, or I’ll make sure your wound never heals.”
Mu Anxiao knew that Wan Sha was allied with the fake Lin Yan. If she let go, Wan Sha would definitely stop Lin Yan from meeting Feng Qishi. She also knew that besides herself intervening, the only other way to make Feng Qishi come to his senses was through Lin Yan. If she let go now, all her efforts would be in vain.
Therefore, she had to persist!
“…” She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain.
Seeing Mu Anxiao’s stubbornness, Wan Sha smiled. “It seems you’d rather lose a hand than help Lin Yan.”
Mu Anxiao glared at Wan Sha. “Even if you chop off my hand, I will still stop you.”
Wan Sha: “…” She was startled by Mu Anxiao’s gaze, then threw her hands apart, conjuring a dagger. “Very well, I’ll chop off your hand bit by bit. I estimate this will be enough time for Feng Qishi and Lin Yan to reunite.”
“Come on,” Mu Anxiao widened her eyes.
Wan Sha: “…” A smile curved her lips.
Mu Anxiao deliberately roared, “Come on!”
Behind the stall.
The Yin Cha suddenly heard Mu Anxiao’s voice. He immediately opened his eyes, stood up, and took a look. Wan Sha had already pressed the dagger’s edge against Mu Anxiao’s wrist.
Immediately, he exclaimed, “Not good.” He then quickly circled the stall and ran forward.
Wan Sha, oblivious to the approaching Yin Cha, slashed Mu Anxiao’s wrist with the dagger. Blood then dripped from her skin, one drop after another, onto the ground.
However, Mu Anxiao’s blood could not be concealed. As people passing by saw the bloodstains, they screamed and fled.
Wan Sha, still unaware of the Yin Cha’s presence, grinned sinisterly at Mu Anxiao.
Seeing this, the Yin Cha quickly stopped beside Mu Anxiao and forcefully grabbed Wan Sha’s wrist. “Demon soul, you’ve gone mad.”
Hearing this, Wan Sha was startled. She looked up at the Yin Cha, her eyes wide. “Yin Cha.”
“You’ll scare the mortals like this,” the Yin Cha said. He then turned to look at the haggard Mu Anxiao and said urgently, “Let go quickly.”
Mu Anxiao: “I won’t.”
“If a mortal dies of fright, you won’t escape it either,” the Yin Cha said. He turned back to Wan Sha. “I’ll hold her for you. Let go.”
Hearing the Yin Cha’s words, Mu Anxiao released her grip and looked up at Wan Sha. “I won’t let you off,” she said, conjuring a silver rope with her uninjured hand.
“You want to capture her,” the Yin Cha said, holding Wan Sha tightly.