In the woodshed, the dirt-faced man remained leaning against the wall by the window, resting. Lou Yi stood by the window, looking out at the so-called 'scenery' while sensing the gradually strengthening demonic energy. He took a deep breath, turned, and looked at Jia, who was sitting at the table drinking water with contentment, and asked softly, "Isn't it cold?" Finding it dull, he walked towards the table.
Jia glanced at the coachman and Xiaoyue, who were still asleep on the table, and sighed. He couldn't help but think of Xiao Fei in the cupboard in the guest room and A Mei on the bed. He said, "Do you think Ouyang Ye won't do anything to them?" His voice was very low.
Lou Yi sat down. "Everything Ouyang Ye is doing is to get Feng Qishi to marry. Now that things are progressing, I estimate," he thought of Ouyang Ye's relatively polite attitude towards them yesterday, pondered for a moment, and continued, "they should be alright."
"What do you think happened to Xiao Fei's consciousness?" Jia worried about Xiao Fei.
Lou Yi thought for a moment and said, "You should know this better than I do. I don't know her either." Saying this, he picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and then let out a 'hiss.'
Jia was speechless. "It's not wine, you're being too dramatic."
Lou Yi wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and said, "You can drink such cold water with such relish. I'm truly impressed."
"I like it."
"Such a young man," Lou Yi said, putting down the cup. He inadvertently glanced at the door lock, which was emitting a strong blue light, and leaped to his feet. "The demonic art on that lock is about to be broken." His eyes were fixed on that spot.
Jia scoffed, "Such a fuss." He said, turning his head to look in that direction, and his expression was completely different from Lou Yi's. "..." He felt the light was not quite right.
"Is it..." Lou Yi began, but noticing Jia's odd expression, he became cautious. "What's wrong with you?"
"..." Jia raised a hand, jumped off his chair, and walked towards it. After standing still for a few seconds, he said, "The demonic art on this door lock has absorbed a lot of yang energy, and it can't be opened anymore." He sighed.
Lou Yi frowned. "If what you say is true, we can't escape."
Hearing this, Jia turned to look at Lou Yi and nodded. "We can only wait for Ouyang Ye to be in a good mood and let us go." Saying this, he lost the right to worry about the dirt-faced man and picked up the cup and teapot, continuing to 'savor the water.'
Before this, Lou Yi had thought they would be able to get out soon. He had even planned an escape route and a plan to capture the girl and protect the dirt-faced man. However, just as all his beautiful thoughts were rising, Jia delivered this 'bad news.' In response, he also lost his spirit and instinctively put his arm around the coachman's shoulder.
"If you do that, he'll wake up," Jia reminded him.
Lou Yi glanced at the coachman whose shoulder he was holding. Recalling the coachman's continuous weeping from the previous night, he said, "He cried himself out last night, he definitely won't wake up." Saying this, he tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes.
Jia was speechless and began fiddling with the cup to pass the time.
Outside the woodshed.
The girl, with a tired expression, looked at the unresponsive door lock, feeling increasingly unwilling. "Why is this happening?" she said. She looked down at her blood-red hands, sighed, and then turned to look, freezing.
Just then, Mu Anxiao walked around the large tree and gracefully approached the girl, saying, "You're a demon, aren't you?" She got straight to the point.
The girl withdrew her hand, momentarily forgetting the dirt-faced man's existence, and turned to look at Mu Anxiao, frowning. "..." She felt Mu Anxiao was familiar, yet not quite. In any case, her heart felt strange.
"You think I'm asking too directly," Mu Anxiao said, stopping in front of the girl.
The girl asked, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am," Mu Anxiao said, glancing at the dirt-faced man sitting by the window and sighing. "Really, giving him a task, if he doesn't do it, fine. But to be lazing around here is too much." After speaking, she turned to go and settle accounts with the dirt-faced man.
Seeing this, the girl had no time to look at the dirt-faced man and quickly reached out to grab Mu Anxiao's arm. "Wait." she said urgently.
With no other choice, Mu Anxiao retracted her step and turned back to the girl, feigning ignorance. "What? You know him?" She felt... the demonic energy she smelled outside the back door yesterday must have come from this girl. However, she didn't want to expose her too directly, so she began to play dumb.
The girl replied, "I do."
"You do," Mu Anxiao repeated, raising her eyebrows. "Oh, then how do you know each other?" she asked, a smile on her face.
The girl looked at Mu Anxiao's serious expression and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "If I told you he was my husband, would you believe me?"
However, Mu Anxiao knew very well that the dirt-faced man liked A Chu. Moreover, given his beggar status, even if he were exceptionally handsome, he would certainly not be fancied by these picky female demons. Most importantly, she could also tell that the girl in front of her was clearly a clean-loving demon. Therefore, she didn't believe a word the girl said.
Thus, she smiled.
The girl looked utterly bewildered. "What are you laughing at?"
"I feel like laughing," Mu Anxiao said, pointing at the door lock. "I just saw you casting a spell on the door lock. What are you trying to do?"
"It's none of your business." The girl didn't want to tell anyone her plan with the dirt-faced man.
Mu Anxiao looked at the girl's mysterious expression and then recalled her determined and unwilling posture just now, thinking... she must have made some agreement with the dirt-faced man, otherwise... this girl wouldn't be trying so hard.
Thinking this, Mu Anxiao's opinion of the girl changed. "Alright, I won't interfere." Saying this, she walked towards the door lock.
The girl saw this and quickly said, "Don't go over there."
At the same time, the dirt-faced man woke up.
Mu Anxiao was startled. She looked at the girl and asked confusedly, "You startled me. Why shouldn't I go over there?" xxs壹贰
"That's a demonic art. If you go over there, you'll be accidentally injured," the girl said seriously.
Mu Anxiao smiled. "You're caring about me."
"I just don't want you to ruin my results."
"Results..." Mu Anxiao said, shifting her gaze from the girl's face to the door lock.
Inside the woodshed, Lou Yi and Jia listened to the sounds from outside and both came to the window. Upon seeing Mu Anxiao, they both broke into smiles.
"She's here," Lou Yi muttered, exchanging a smile with Jia.
At this moment, the dirt-faced man was already walking towards Mu Anxiao.
Jia stared at the dirt-faced man's back, then at Mu Anxiao's gaze shifting towards the dirt-faced man, and said, "It seems he knows Mu Anxiao."
"How do you know?" Lou Yi asked in surprise.
Jia smiled smugly. "I just know," he said, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head. "Just watch, we'll be able to get out soon."
Lou Yi looked at Jia's confident expression and pouted, showing his disdain.