However, Mu Anxiao was also extremely displeased with Feng Qishi’s narcissistic behavior, but like in the past, she dared not!
Feng Qishi saw that Mu Anxiao remained still and asked, "What are you doing?"
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi's portrait and said, "I never even paid homage to my master like this. You doing this is truly ridiculous."
"After just two days, you're already contradicting me."
Mu Anxiao had wanted to contradict him the day before, but with the other beggars present, she hadn't felt comfortable. So now, in the absence of others, she still spoke up.
"It's true that you were a great deity in your past life, but... even so, you haven't held a single proper celestial position from your past life to now, yet you make people worship you. Your skin is simply too thick."
"You think what I'm doing is wrong?" Feng Qishi asked.
"Wrong."
"But this is what I want to do," Feng Qishi said, surveying the dust-covered dilapidated temple. "This place is too dirty."
"This is where beggars live, of course it's dirty."
"You can tolerate this environment."
"Whether I can tolerate it or not, you've also been here for two nights."
"How many beggars are there here?"
Mu Anxiao frowned. "Why are you asking this?"
"No matter what, you're the leader here. You must think about them," Feng Qishi said, tilting his chin.
Thinking about it, being a beggar leader wasn't something she wanted. If it weren't for their strong insistence, she would prefer to be an anonymous beggar. Therefore, she didn't want to respond to Feng Qishi's words.
"..."
"You think I'm wrong?" Feng Qishi asked.
Mu Anxiao was too lazy to reply and pointed at the portrait with her finger.
Feng Qishi followed Mu Anxiao's gaze to the portrait and asked, "What do you mean?"
Mu Anxiao lowered her hand and said, "They've already worshipped you for two days. If you don't give them some reward, won't they have worshipped you in vain? As for me, I still need to find demon souls and don't have time to manage this place."
"You're really good at pushing things onto me," Feng Qishi said coldly.
"Don't you also like pushing things onto me?"
"You've rendered me speechless with that remark," Feng Qishi said deliberately, then spread his hands to conjure a white handkerchief. "Since that's the case, I won't say anything more to you."
"What is this?" Mu Anxiao's eyes locked onto the white handkerchief in Feng Qishi's hand.
Feng Qishi had anticipated that as soon as he produced the white handkerchief, Mu Anxiao, with her cat-like curiosity, would definitely ask what it was.
Therefore, based on this, he wasn't going to.
"..."
"What is this?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
"....."
"....." Seeing that Feng Qishi was ignoring her, Mu Anxiao deliberately turned her back.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao, cleared his throat, and asked, "Are you giving up already?"
Hearing Feng Qishi speak, Mu Anxiao quickly turned around and said with a silly grin, "Please, tell me."
"I just love your silly expression," Feng Qishi said, pointing at Mu Anxiao's face.
Mu Anxiao continued to grin foolishly.
"This thing is a handkerchief of mine," Feng Qishi said.
The reason Mu Anxiao was so eager for Feng Qishi to tell her was that she thought the white handkerchief in his hand was related to demon souls.
Who would have thought that Feng Qishi was toying with her? Frowning, she snorted coldly and turned her back again.
"Aren't you childish," Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao.
"You're no different," Mu Anxiao said, then her ears twitched slightly. She immediately looked up and saw a woman in red with unbound hair clinging to a roof beam, staring at her menacingly.
"Mu Anxiao."
Hearing the red-clad woman's call, Mu Anxiao's memory was instantly awakened.
The red-clad woman above was named Axia. She was once human. Due to her family's extreme poverty, her father sold her into a manor. Because she was not attractive, she was bullied by various people.
Until one day, the sickly eldest young master of the manor helped her, and treated her unexpectedly well. She consequently fell in love with the eldest young master. However, soon after, the eldest young master died.
On the day the eldest young master was buried, everyone pointed fingers at her, all accusing her of killing the eldest young master.
Finally, to prove her innocence, she committed suicide by jumping into a well.
Afterward, she transformed into a female ghost.
Not long after, she was targeted by a dying demon. The demon handed over its body to her, and after gaining a demonic body, she began to do evil.
Therefore, she became Mu Anxiao's mission.
The moment Axia was captured by Mu Anxiao, she poured out her heart to Mu Anxiao, explaining all this.
Who would have thought that Mu Anxiao would only say, "You deserved it," and then capture her?
For a full ten years, Mu Anxiao recounted all the events of capturing over two hundred demon souls.
Now, looking at Axia's hateful gaze, Mu Anxiao could deeply understand. If it were her, she might hate the captor even more.
"Axia."
"You remember me?" Axia exclaimed in surprise.
"I remember you. Back then, I wronged you," Mu Anxiao admitted her mistake.
However, Axia was not moved by Mu Anxiao's words. Instead, she sneered, "Do you think I would believe you, Mu Anxiao!"
Back then, Mu Anxiao had spoken to her with the same expression. Afterward, she had poured out her tragic story from the bottom of her heart, only to be met with that sentence from Mu Anxiao, a sentence she would never forget.
"Back then, it was my fault," Mu Anxiao said.
Axia threw her head back and laughed loudly, then vanished.
The moment Axia disappeared, Mu Anxiao's heart sank.
Feng Qishi sighed, "Clearly, you hurt her deeply." As he spoke, he held the white handkerchief up to Mu Anxiao's eyes. "Do you remember now?"
"This is hers," Mu Anxiao's eyes widened.
"It is hers."
"You've seen her?"
"She seems to despise you. Every night, she probably wishes she could quietly end your life," Feng Qishi said.
Feng Qishi's words didn't immediately register with Mu Anxiao, but after hearing Feng Qishi say that, she suddenly remembered that Axia seemed to have deliberately ignored Feng Qishi just now.
Following this, Mu Anxiao quickly looked down at Feng Qishi's scarred hand and asked, "Did you... have her come find me?"
Feng Qishi smiled. "Getting smart, Mu simpleton."
Mu Anxiao asked, "Do you and she have an agreement?"
Feng Qishi nodded. "Yes. This handkerchief was given to me by her. I told her that as long as I revealed the handkerchief, she could come find you. I didn't expect her to be so punctual. She came not long after I took it out."
"Did you hang this portrait here on purpose?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
Feng Qishi couldn't help but smile down. "Of course not. I just felt this dilapidated temple needed a portrait of a celestial being, and I thought mine was quite fitting."