Feng Qishi said without turning his head, "When we left that day, the doors and windows were tightly shut, but look, they aren't now." He turned sideways.
Listening to Feng Qishi's words, Mu Anxiao glanced at the doors and windows and her face turned cold. "Shen Fengzi, is this why you didn't leave?"
Chen: "Suspicious."
Piao: "I also find it suspicious."
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her face darkened as she looked at the three cautious individuals before her. "I'll go in first."
Immediately, the three of them moved aside.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She glanced at each of them and stepped towards the door.
The next moment.
Mu Anxiao stopped before the door.
Feng Qishi stood at the foot of the steps, calmly watching Mu Anxiao's back. "If there's anything, just call out."
"Why should I call out?" Mu Anxiao held onto the door.
Feng Qishi: "If you call out, we can run."
Mu Anxiao turned to give Feng Qishi a glare, then extended a finger, gently pushed the door open, and stepped over the threshold.
However, the environment inside the room was completely different from the ruined temple. It was filled with dust, and spiderwebs covered the edges of the door and corners of the walls, giving Mu Anxiao the impression that they had left this place years ago.
But in reality, they hadn't been gone for long.
Feng Qishi stepped forward and asked, "Mu Shazi, what's the situation inside?"
Mu Anxiao stood at the door, scanned the surroundings, completely ignored Feng Qishi, and turned to walk directly towards the bed.
After a few steps.
Mu Anxiao stopped by the bed and looked down at Lin Yan's face, covered in dust. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Still here." As she spoke, she bent down to place her finger beneath Lin Yan's nose and froze.
At the same time, Feng Qishi and the others walked in.
Feng Qishi asked, "What's wrong?" He frowned as he looked at Mu Anxiao's frozen figure.
Mu Anxiao swallowed and said, "He's dead." She then turned to look at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: "How is that possible?" He didn't believe Mu Anxiao and hurried forward, looking at Lin Yan's face. "He's definitely not dead." He pulled Mu Anxiao aside and began to perform a technique.
After a few minutes.
Chen asked, "Is it done yet?"
Feng Qishi, covered in sweat, continued to perform the technique, but it had no effect, causing him to feel a sense of frustration once again. "How is that possible?" He withdrew his hands and took two steps back.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She couldn't cry and stared blankly at Lin Yan's face, asking, "Why is this happening?"
Feng Qishi: "I only concealed his vital energy, he shouldn't be dead?"
"Could it be..." Piao stepped forward. "Because of a time limit?"
"Time limit?" Feng Qishi repeated, turning to look at Piao.
Piao: "..." He quietly looked at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi lowered his gaze. "My master said..." He paused midway, his brow furrowing slightly. "Mu Shazi, how long have we been gone?" He glanced at Mu Anxiao.
How long had they been gone?
Mu Anxiao had never carefully calculated how long they had been gone. She only knew that they had been gone for a long time, and during this period, she had been anxious, afraid of delaying things.
But in reality, many things had already been delayed.
"..."
Seeing Mu Anxiao's silence, Feng Qishi asked again, "How long have we been gone?"
Mu Anxiao: "I don't know."
"Go, you should have calculated the time."
"Why didn't you calculate the time?"
"I was accompanying you, you should have been doing this."
Feng Qishi, due to his frustration, began to irrationally shift blame.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She found Feng Qishi unreasonable and decided it wasn't worth talking to him.
Piao: "What was the time limit?"
Feng Qishi lowered his head slightly. "A month and a half."
"A month..." Piao hesitated, then gasped. "So, we've already passed that date."
Feng Qishi: "You could say that." He looked down at Lin Yan again. "I thought we'd be back soon, I didn't expect to be so late."
Chen: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't chased you out that day, none of this would have happened..."
Mu Anxiao interrupted: "Even without you, I would have gone down. It has nothing to do with you."
Feng Qishi: "Strange?"
Mu Anxiao didn't want to argue with him. She stepped forward and asked, "What is it?"
Feng Qishi bent down and took Lin Yan's wrist, frowning. "There's still a pulse."
Mu Anxiao: "..." Her eyes widened. "He's still alive."
"But he's not breathing." Feng Qishi said, looking at Lin Yan's face. Just as he was about to speak, a gust of wind suddenly blew into the room.
Feeling the strong wind behind him, Feng Qishi quickly let go.
Mu Anxiao: "..." She felt this wasn't ordinary wind, but not a demonic wind either.
Chen and Piao stood rooted to the spot, unmoving, resisting the wind.
Minutes later.
Mu Anxiao's legs gave way, and she fell to the ground.
Feng Qishi held Lin Yan's hand tightly, thought for a moment, and shouted, "Lin Yan, it's you."
The second Feng Qishi uttered these words, the wind stopped.
Mu Anxiao, lying on the ground, dared not move.
Chen and Piao each leaned on the round table, also unmoving.
As for what Feng Qishi had just said, they hadn't heard a single word.
Of the four present, only Feng Qishi didn't look so disheveled. Instead, he calmly accepted everything and turned to face the masked man entering from outside. "You are..."
"You've arrived."
Feng Qishi: "..." He retracted the words that had reached his lips and quietly watched the masked man slowly floating towards them.
Mu Anxiao painfully pushed herself up and asked, "Who are you?" As she spoke, she stood up.
Feng Qishi: "..." He felt the aura of the masked man was familiar, but he wasn't sure if it was Lin Yan.
Masked Man: "Hello." He looked at Mu Anxiao.
Hearing the masked man's voice, Mu Anxiao glanced at the motionless Lin Yan lying on the bed and asked, "Was that gust of wind your doing?" She turned back.
"Who let you in?"
Mu Anxiao: "..." She looked at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao, then back at the masked man before him and asked, "Are you the only one here?"
"Yes."
"Then you..." Feng Qishi gestured to Lin Yan on the bed. "Can you see the person on the bed?"
Immediately, the masked man peeked at the bed and frowned. "..."
Piao and Chen stood up together, straightened their clothes, and feigned an air of nonchalance as they looked towards the masked man.
Feng Qishi: "Do you see him?" He stared into the masked man's eyes.
Masked Man: "..."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao, like Feng Qishi, felt that this masked man was very familiar.