Mu Anxiao’s fist froze before his face.
Seeing Mu Anxiao hesitate, Feng Qishi said, "Calm down, use your will to enter Hu Yuan’s body, then you can draw out the wolf demon."
Mu Anxiao was stunned. As he turned to look at Feng Qishi, he remembered Shen Yan.
The wolf demon frowned and suddenly turned, striking Feng Qishi’s chest with a palm. Then, just as it had done to Ma Yan, it powerfully swung its arm towards Feng Qishi. Before Feng Qishi could even fall, he was lifted off the ground, soared over the railing, and plummeted downwards.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao swiftly cloaked himself and flew towards Feng Qishi, then quickly cast a spell to slow Feng Qishi’s descent.
As Feng Qishi fell, the people below scattered one by one.
"Feng Qishi, don’t sleep." Mu Anxiao, watching Feng Qishi’s eyes gradually close, quickly grabbed his hand and guided him to a slow landing.
However, to prevent ordinary people from noticing anything amiss, Mu Anxiao deliberately made Feng Qishi’s descent appear much faster than it actually was in their eyes.
On the rooftop, the wolf demon stood before the railing, looked down at Feng Qishi and Mu Anxiao who had landed safely below, snorted coldly, and disappeared.
Mu Anxiao crouched beside Feng Qishi, reaching out and shaking Feng Qishi’s arm forcefully. "Wake up, wake up!" he shouted.
Feng Qishi slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Anxiao. He took two difficult breaths, then as he swallowed, his eyes widened in terror. Following that, he coughed twice and spat out blood before fainting.
Mu Anxiao stared at Feng Qishi’s blood-smeared face in disbelief. He quickly reached out to feel Feng Qishi’s pulse, his eyes wide.
"Mu Anxiao, don’t be sad," the big-headed fat demon said as he arrived.
Mu Anxiao’s nose stung as he looked at Feng Qishi. "Feng Qishi, you can’t die, you can’t die!"
"What happened?" the short demon asked in surprise, looking at the motionless Feng Qishi lying there.
"I don’t know, he just fell from upstairs. But speaking of which," the big-headed fat demon glanced at the short demon beside him, "that shouldn’t be the case. Mu Anxiao clearly saved him just now, so why is he spitting blood?"
"He's injured," the short demon pointed to Feng Qishi’s chest.
"Then that injury might be the cause," the big-headed fat demon said.
Afterward, Feng Qishi was loaded onto a gurney by emergency personnel from the outpatient building and wheeled away.
Mu Anxiao stood up and watched Feng Qishi being pushed away. He then turned to look at the people around him who were discussing various things, his mind becoming a muddle.
"You can save him," the big-headed fat demon said, walking up to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked up at the big-headed fat demon. "Why are you guys here?" he asked weakly.
"You took our silver, so naturally, we have to supervise you," the short demon said without thinking.
The big-headed fat demon glared at the short demon beside him. "Say one less thing. Can't you see he’s upset right now?"
"It's okay," Mu Anxiao said, sighing and tilting his head to look at the sky. "I’ve already confirmed for you that your master is that Hu Yuan."
"Hu Yuan?" the big-headed fat demon exclaimed in surprise. "You mean, that boy possessed by the wolf demon?"
"Yes," Mu Anxiao nodded and turned to walk into the outpatient building.
Seeing the stunned expression on the big-headed fat demon’s face, the short demon asked, "Boss, what’s wrong?"
"Master doesn't want to see us," the big-headed fat demon said with deep meaning.
"How is that possible?" the short demon couldn't believe it.
"If I’m not mistaken, Master has memories of his past life, he just doesn't want to see us anymore," the big-headed fat demon said, lowering his gaze.
"Boss, do you have any evidence?" the short demon did not believe any of this was true.
"Evidence? Do we still need evidence? That Feng Qishi just now," the big-headed fat demon pointed to his chest, "has the boss’s soul energy here. If I’m not mistaken, that damn wolf demon is using the boss’s soul energy as his own demonic art."
"You mean, the boss gave him his body?" the short demon gasped.
The big-headed fat demon nodded. "Yes, but this is just my temporary guess. For the specifics, we’ll need to investigate with Mu Anxiao."
"Feng Qishi is already like this, Mu Anxiao probably won't have the mood to help us," the short demon worried.
"We’ll see. Let’s go take a look," the big-headed fat demon said, turning to move forward first.
The short demon frowned, turned, and followed.
Outside the emergency room, Feng’s mother had arrived.
"What happened?" she asked Feng Sen, her face filled with anxiety.
Feng Sen glanced at the door of the emergency room. "I heard he fell from upstairs."
"Ah?" Feng’s mother was startled and clenched her fists. "This lunatic! I only said a couple of things to him, and he had to do this?"
Mu Anxiao, cloaked, watched Feng’s mother’s reaction, his heart filled with guilt.
"Why aren’t you revealing yourself?" the big-headed fat demon asked, arriving beside Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao didn’t refuse the big-headed fat demon’s question. "Appearing now would only cause more trouble."
"How is that Feng Qishi?" the big-headed fat demon asked.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the big-headed fat demon’s expectant expression and said, "He’s seriously injured, his internal organs are damaged."
"He's a mortal, this is a very serious injury for him," the big-headed fat demon said with a tense expression.
"I know, but…" Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng’s mother and Feng Sen, "if I save him now, it would be too… strange."
"What's strange about it?" the short demon asked.
Mu Anxiao looked helplessly at the short demon. "Brother, he fell from such a height and survived. That’s fortunate, a strong life. If the injuries on his body suddenly healed at this moment, wouldn’t you find it strange?"
"Then what should we do? He’s already spitting blood," the short demon began to worry for Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao pursed his lips. "I believe the medical skills here, he will get better."
"Even if he gets better, there will be after-effects, and he won’t be a truly healthy person anymore," the big-headed fat demon sighed.
"Can you stop cursing him?" Mu Anxiao glared at the big-headed fat demon.
"I’m not cursing him," the big-headed fat demon glanced unnaturally at the short demon beside him. "I’m just telling the truth."
The short demon looked at Mu Anxiao’s darkened face, then at the big-headed fat demon’s nonchalant expression, unaware of the crisis approaching him. "Boss, if Feng Qishi gets better but isn't healthy, isn't our Mu Immortal still here?"
"Who’s 'ours'?" Mu Anxiao shot a killing glance at the short demon.
For the short demon, as long as he could divert Mu Anxiao’s hatred towards his boss, any outcome was good.
"You took our silver, aren’t you ours then?" he said with a cheeky grin.