Mu Anxiao glanced at the person who shifted their gaze towards her and said, "Feng Qishi knew he was going to die when the wind started to blow. He asked me to relay a message to you all."
Upon hearing this, they all looked up simultaneously.
Mu Anxiao blinked and said, "Feng Qishi said he loved his mother, that he always wished his mother would treat him well, that he didn't want to see his mother sad, and even less so his family crying for him. He wanted to live, but he couldn't because living was too painful for him. That pain wasn't from you; it was his own. Don't blame yourselves. He's gone, but you need to live well. He wishes," she said, "that when you remember him, you'll be happy, not sad."
"Did he say that?" Feng Feng asked.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Yes. I won't attend his funeral. Don't worry, I won't appear before you again from now on. Goodbye forever." With that, she turned and left.
Feng Ba watched Mu Anxiao's retreating back, thinking of Feng Qishi's nearly month-long happiness and his smiles. He called out, "Thank you. Thank you for being here, Mu Anxiao."
"Thank you," Feng Feng said, sobbing.
Feng Mu looked up at the darkening sky and said, "Qishi, I'm sorry."
Feng Qishi looked at his mother's sincere expression and sighed, "Forget it. I forgive you." He then turned and shouted, "Mu Anxiao, wait for me! Don't walk so fast!" As he spoke, he caught up to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked up at the sky and said, "That's strange. Didn't they say ghosts can't wander around in the daytime? What's your situation?"
"I'm not a vampire, and besides, I'm an immortal soul! An immortal soul, you know, it's different," Feng Qishi said as he walked beside Mu Anxiao.
"Show-off," Mu Anxiao retorted with an eye-roll.
Feng Qishi slung his arm over Mu Anxiao's shoulder and said, "I never said those things. You really can talk nonsense."
"Talk nonsense," Mu Anxiao repeated, suddenly stopping and looking at the small red figure stopped across the street. "Feng Qishi, you liar. You're definitely hiding something from me."
Feng Qishi's expression stiffened. "Hey, I don't understand what you're saying."
Mu Anxiao thought for a moment, then turned to look at Feng Qishi. "This was all planned by you, wasn't it?"
Feng Qishi gave a dry laugh, pointed at the walking figures turning green across the street, and hurried Mu Anxiao across the road.
All the way, Feng Qishi didn't dare say a word to Mu Anxiao. Whatever Mu Anxiao said, he wouldn't answer. It wasn't until they returned to the courtyard that he asked, "What's wrong with them?" He was shocked to see Liu Xian and Fan Yan crying in the courtyard.
"Feng Qishi is dead! How could this happen?" Liu Xian cried.
"He was so young, how could he..." Fan Yan sobbed, "How could he be gone."
"Yes, he was so young. Wasn't he very lively? Why did this happen?" Liu Xian hugged Fan Yan.
Fan Yan gently patted Liu Xian's back. "How could this happen? Could he have had depression?"
"Yes, it must be," Liu Xian nodded.
Mu Anxiao silently looked at the moved Feng Qishi beside her and thought, "In this time and space, so many people love you. You planned this, refused my treatment. Feng Qishi, I really don't know what you're thinking."
Listening to Mu Anxiao's words, Feng Qishi's eyes darkened. "Only this way can I go with you," he said.
So it was your plan. Mu Anxiao's heart sank.
"Even if I didn't plan it, you couldn't have saved my life," Feng Qishi said.
Mu Anxiao turned to look at Feng Qishi and was stunned.
"Alright, silly Mu, I'll tell you everything clearly." Feng Qishi once again slung his arm over Mu Anxiao's shoulder.
Mu Anxiao said coldly, "Take it off."
"Alright," Feng Qishi agreed and removed his arm.
Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward, and looked at Fan Yan and Liu Xian. "You can go to his funeral."
"You must be very sad!" Fan Yan said to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao's eyes darkened, and she said stubbornly, "It's okay."
"Did you see him one last time?" Liu Xian asked.
"I..." Mu Anxiao hesitated for a moment and said, "Yes, I did. He was very gaunt, but I felt like he... was sleeping peacefully."
"I also feel like I was just sleeping," Feng Qishi said.
Mu Anxiao glanced sideways at Feng Qishi, then at Liu Xian, who was starting to pout and cry. "I'm going in to rest for a bit." Saying this, she walked past them towards Zhang Yan's room.
Back in the room, Mu Anxiao walked to the sofa and sat down. "You bought that kid, didn't you?" she glanced at the soul child standing beside the short man.
The short demon was startled. "What do you mean?"
Feng Qishi pursed his lips and said, "The night after my surgery, an old gentleman came. He said my leg couldn't be cured, and he also said that you couldn't cure my internal injuries because your cultivation was too shallow. That night, I realized I was finished, but I didn't tell you."
"Just because of that old man's words, you gave up on life?" Mu Anxiao said sharply. "Tell me, I'll find a way."
Feng Qishi averted his gaze. "The old gentleman was very sincere. I believed him."
"Feng Qishi, how did I not realize you were so stupid before? You're committing suicide, don't you know that?" Mu Anxiao pointed at Feng Qishi and said.
Feng Qishi's mouth twitched.
Immediately, the man in the black suit, the Yin Messenger, appeared and said, "He's not committing suicide; he's on a mission."
"You teamed up?" Mu Anxiao exclaimed.
The Yin Messenger in the suit smiled. "Otherwise? Feng Qishi was Shen Yan in his past life. His immortal soul is much more powerful than yours. Besides, I heard your spiritual energy has returned to his immortal soul. With your strength alone, you can't defeat that liar. So, both he and I are helping you."
"Then let me ask you, has his lifespan run out or not?" Mu Anxiao stood up and asked.
The Yin Messenger in the suit looked at Feng Qishi, who was watching him cautiously, and said, "Didn't you agree to take him with you? If you took him directly like that, it would be too conspicuous. This way, it's more convenient, isn't it?"
"If I take him, he'll have neither identity nor a body there. If I go back..." Mu Anxiao rubbed her hair in exasperation. "What will I do? Are you really going to make me take him and flee?"
"This," the Yin Messenger in the suit looked at Feng Qishi with a troubled expression, "I can't help with. But what I want to say is that his death was an accident, an accident caused by the wolf demon. So, we've caught the wolf demon, and he's considered a meritorious official. We have no right to control him anymore. Of course, if you want to watch him wander the world as a lonely immortal soul, I don't object. Then, he can also do some missions for me."