Mu Anxiao's eyes flickered as she said, "You might have taken a fake medicine, which is why you... died."
"Fake medicine?" The old man frowned. "Are you saying that kid called Guan Mian sold me fake medicine?"
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded.
"..." The old man was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Are you implying that if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have died?"
"Yes, I'll give you..." Mu Anxiao said, pulling out a booklet from her embrace that contained Mu Miyuan's information. "Uncle, you come here too."
Upon hearing this, the uncle cooperated and walked to the old man's side, shifting his gaze to the booklet along with the old man.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao glanced at the uncle and the old man, then looked at Feng Qishi. "You come here."
Feng Qishi: "..." He walked to Mu Anxiao's side.
Without a word, Mu Anxiao handed the magic lantern to Feng Qishi.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi awkwardly glanced at the old man, then took the lantern and held it up beside the booklet.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi with great satisfaction, then opened the booklet and said, "This booklet contains all the old people who were harmed and killed by that Guan Mian."
"Let me see it."
"Alright." Mu Anxiao agreed. Just as she was about to hand the booklet to the uncle, she suddenly remembered something. "I'll flip through it for you. This is a physical object, you can't touch it."
"Then why can I touch you?" the uncle asked.
Mu Anxiao paused and explained clearly, "Because I am a Yin Messenger, and that A Long is a monster, so you can touch us. But this is an item from the mortal world, so naturally, you cannot touch it." She paused midway, suddenly recalling the scene of Guan Mian snatching the booklet, and quickly added, "Unless this thing is in the underworld, then you can move it."
The uncle: "Is that so? Then hurry up and flip through it."
"What is your surname?"
"My surname is You."
"You Ping?" Mu Anxiao mumbled casually and opened the booklet.
A few seconds later, when she flipped to the second to last page, she saw the uncle's name. "You Ping, it's you."
The uncle walked around to Mu Anxiao's side, looked down at his name, and said, "My wife's surname is also You, her name is You Lian."
"You Lian." Mu Anxiao repeated. Glancing over, she inadvertently saw the faintly appearing characters "You Lian" and frowned. "What's going on here?"
The uncle: "Why is my wife's name so indistinct?"
"I don't know." Mu Anxiao shook her head, then turned to Feng Qishi. "Explain it."
Feng Qishi was stunned. "How would I know?"
"You have Shen Yan's memories, you must know more than me. What's going on?"
"You really know how to seize an opportunity," Feng Qishi said. He glanced at the old man and the uncle, took the booklet, looked at the name of the uncle's wife, and asked, "Who gave this to you?"
"My disciple."
"Your disciple?" Feng Qishi was bewildered, turned to Mu Anxiao, and frowned. "How could your disciple have this thing?"
"This is not my disciple's; this is Guan Mian's ledger."
"This is no ordinary ledger," Feng Qishi said, handing the lantern to Mu Anxiao. "Take it, let me see."
Seeing Feng Qishi's unexpectedly serious expression, Mu Anxiao dared not ask further. She obediently took the lantern and said, "Then you take a look."
"Hmm." Feng Qishi nodded, closed the booklet, and gently stroked its cover with his hand. "This is an item from the cultivation sects."
"Guan Mian is indeed from the cultivation sects."
"This booklet is made from monster hide. Anyone recorded in it is destined to die."
"Then his wife's name, has it already..." Mu Anxiao cautiously glanced at the uncle and said, "already appeared. Does that mean she is destined to have the same fate as him?"
"Yes." Feng Qishi nodded, also looking cautiously at the uncle.
The uncle was stunned.
The old man: "Is my name in here?"
"Yours?" Feng Qishi glanced at the old man and asked, "What is your name?"
"My surname is Mu."
"Mu." Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao and smiled faintly. "Same surname as you."
"There are many people with the same surname as me," Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi, then looked at the old man. "What is your given name?"
The old man: "I am the only one here with this surname. You can find me easily."
Feng Qishi understood that elders generally disliked revealing their names to juniors, so he did not pry. Following the old man's words, he flipped through the booklet for a while and saw the old man's name on the last page. "Your name." He looked up at the old man.
The old man did not care about his own life or death. He just wanted to see if he was harmed and killed by Guan Mian, thereby strengthening his trust in Mu Anxiao.
"What do you want me to help you with?" The old man trusted Mu Anxiao even more.
Mu Anxiao did not expect the old man to be so calm. She was stunned for a few seconds before saying, "Just, help find the relatives of these victimized old people in each household. Get their signatures and seals."
"Alright. Where is that guy now?" The old man had placed all his hatred onto Guan Mian.
Mu Anxiao: "Below." She stamped her foot.
The old man looked down at the ground and said, "I see. How many victims are there in total?"
Mu Anxiao: "Thirty."
"Thirty," the old man murmured, then thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you write down the names in the booklet. I and this young man will find fifteen households, and you and this old man will find fifteen households. How about that?"
"You are willing to help me?"
"I just want to go down and settle accounts with that guy quickly," the old man said lightly.
"Thank you." Mu Anxiao was overjoyed and her face was full of gratitude towards the old man.
However, the uncle was not as open-minded as the old man. He still looked troubled and said, "So, my wife is definitely going to die, right?" He looked at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi closed the booklet and said, "If I recall correctly, only after consuming demonic poison does one's name appear on this. Based on the current situation, your wife must have been deeply poisoned."
"Is there a cure?" The uncle's eyes were filled with tears.
Feng Qishi: "There is a cure, but there is only one way."
"What way?" the uncle was excited.
Feng Qishi sighed and said, "Monster's blood. But that monster must be one you know, and it must be given willingly."
"..." The uncle's heart sank.
Mu Anxiao saw Feng Qishi's troubled expression and the uncle's utter dejection, and did not dare to speak.
The old man: "Everyone has their own fate. Monster's blood is indeed difficult to find, but I think instead of this, you might as well go to accompany her."
"I'll listen to you," the uncle nodded.
The old man added, "It's okay. At least you have someone to accompany her."
Although the old man's words were direct, Mu Anxiao found them to be comforting.
However, she wondered if the uncle would have gotten angry immediately if these words came from her?
After thinking, she looked at Feng Qishi. "Give me the booklet." She reached out.