Mu Anxiao, seeing Alung’s silent demeanor, somewhat understood her meaning.
Thus, she set the matter aside for the moment and asked, "Alright, do you know his name?"
Alung: "Guan Mian."
The moment Alung uttered the word "disciple" earlier, Mu Anxiao’s heart had skipped a beat.
At that time, she had thought that perhaps this old man had been killed by Guan Mian, but considering Mu Miyan’s situation, she dismissed that idea.
Who knew, it turned out to be him.
"Guan Mian." Mu Anxiao repeated, and after a moment of hesitation, said, "He didn't die here, did he?"
"No."
"Oh." Mu Anxiao became absent-minded.
Alung, seeing Mu Anxiao’s perfunctory reply, asked, "Do you know him?"
"Not exactly, I just know of him."
"You know of him?" Alung sneered, "Then you know him. As expected, everyone you know is not a good person."
"No, what do you mean by that?" Mu Anxiao was displeased that Alung was linking her with Guan Mian.
"What else could it mean? You were a thief back then, and the person you know now is a swindler selling fake medicine, who caused my husband’s tragic death. And you’re still pretending to be a good person here, Mu Anxiao, you’ve really gone too far."
"I am a good person," Mu Anxiao said nonchalantly.
"You..."
As Alung uttered just one word, the old man suddenly asked in a low voice, "Alung, how did I die?"
All this time, the old man had been puzzled about how he died. Alung had never mentioned it to him, and always stammered when he asked.
Now, the moment he heard Alung speak these words, he had no more room to accept it.
This was because the medicine had been bought for him by his wife. His wife had said it was medicine to prevent him from becoming confused, and also had health benefits.
Alung had not wanted to say this in front of the old man, but she thought that since the old man already knew who he was, there was no point in hiding it any longer, so she told him.
However, she hadn't expected that the old man would react like this after hearing the truth.
Thinking about it, she regretted it.
"You..." she evaded his gaze slightly and said, "You died from fake medicine."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I already avenged you, so there are some things you don't need to know anymore." Alung lowered her head.
The old man was old and his reactions had become slow. Therefore, when Mu Anxiao and Alung were discussing the owner of the thatched cottage, he thought Alung was deceiving Mu Anxiao.
To respect Alung's wishes, he had not spoken up.
He even thought that perhaps it would be good if he could cultivate and become a demon like Alung.
But, at the moment he heard about the fake medicine, his heart suddenly sank, because his current wife was also taking fake medicine given by Guan Mian.
Thinking of this, he suddenly began to worry about his wife's safety.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked angrily.
"Even if I told you, you were already dead, what would be the use?"
"I could have saved her!" the old man exclaimed excitedly.
Alung was taken aback, "Save who?"
The old man: "I could have saved my wife. She also took the fake medicine from that guy. Her health was already poor and couldn't withstand such trouble."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao quickly asked, "When did she start taking that medicine?"
"Later than me."
However, Alung had always believed that the old man only had her in his heart. Even when the old man said those words earlier, she had been moved to an extreme degree, and had even prepared herself to stay with him forever.
But life is unpredictable.
At this moment, she looked at the old man’s wrinkled face and his expression of concern for his wife, and her heart sank. "He really knows how to act." She shook off the old man's hand and took a step back.
The old man was startled and turned to look at Alung, "Alung, she has been with me for a full twenty years, she..."
"You old fool, you’re really old. Don’t let me see you again." With that said, Alung waved her arm towards the old man, and the transparent points of light surrounding his soul scattered instantly.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao said, "Alung, what are you doing?"
"I just dispersed the demonic energy from him. This way, the underworld officials below will come to capture him."
"You..."
"I will take care of his body, don't worry." Alung interrupted, glaring at the old man.
Then, as Alung prepared to turn and leave, Mu Anxiao said, "A bet is a bet. You said you would help me."
Upon hearing this, Alung curled her lips disdainfully, "Why should I help you? That guy..."
"Let's be upfront. My mission this time is to collect information from deceased elders. If I can't collect enough, he will be innocent. Innocent, do you know what that means?"
"What does that have to do with me?" Alung rolled her eyes at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao ignored Alung's attitude and continued, "It means everything you've done will be in vain."
"In vain, then so be it. Anyway," Alung didn't even glance at the old man, "I've already lost all hope in someone."
"..." Mu Anxiao heard this, glanced at the old man, and said, "What happened twenty years ago?"
"You're too nosy."
"Just tell me, it won't cost you anything."
"It won't cost me anything, but I don't want to tell you."
"Tell me, and I'll tell you a secret."
"What secret?"
"You speak first, then I'll speak."
"A quarter of an hour has already passed, are you sure you want to waste time here babbling with me?"
"It doesn't matter," Mu Anxiao smiled, looking at the old man, "There's already a clue here. With him, I believe I can find the families of other victims."
It came effortlessly, and Mu Anxiao suddenly felt that things were not so complicated.
Alung’s eyes darted away unnaturally, saying, "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."
Mu Anxiao: "You said you would help me, are you perhaps going back on your word?"
"So what if I go back on my word?"
"If you go back on your word, I can arrest you." Mu Anxiao said, picking up her folding fan.
"...." Alung thought she had already taken the folding fan, so upon seeing it, she said angrily, "You're threatening me."
"Help me."
"I won't."
"Help me conceal his soul's breath with your demonic energy, and if you do that, I'll restore your fan."
"You're just finding another way to make me help him," Alung glanced at the old man.
Due to his wife, the old man had lost the courage to face Alung. So, as she looked at him, he lowered his head.
Mu Anxiao also glanced at the old man and said, "Yes, those guys are coming very quickly, so, please."
"I can help you, but I don't want to talk about twenty years ago, because for me," Alung’s eyes darkened, "it's a shadow."