Everyone glanced at them as the wind picked up, then Feng Qishi said with a determined expression, "I can guarantee her character. If you don't believe me, or think I'm lying, you can come to me for an explanation." His face turned cold.
Upon hearing Feng Qishi's words, the second servant replied with a grin, "Of course, we believe you."
"Since everything is clear, you can all withdraw now," Feng Qishi said indifferently.
Before the messenger servant could react, he looked at Feng Qishi with confusion, saying, "General, the matter hasn't been investigated yet, and you're dismissing us? That doesn't seem right."
"It's not right," Feng Qishi replied, his gaze fixing on the messenger servant, "You're saying that? A gust of wind could scare you into fainting. If you stayed here any longer, she might have scared you to death."
The messenger servant, recalling his previous actions, lowered his head.
Feng Qishi glanced dismissively at the messenger servant, then looked at the others, saying, "Don't spread this matter around. Anyone who does will have to answer to me."
"We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare," the servants said in unison.
Feng Qishi emphasized, "You are also forbidden from discussing this matter among yourselves, or I will punish you."
The servants, who had initially intended to continue discussing the matter, fell silent upon hearing Feng Qishi's words.
Mu Anxiao glanced at them and said nothing.
Next, after successfully 'dismissing' the servants, Feng Qishi swung his arm and closed the dilapidated wooden door.
At the same time, Shu'er saw Feng Qishi cast a spell. Her eyes widened, and she hid behind the door.
Mu Anxiao clearly felt the direction of the soul's presence and said, "They're all gone." She still wanted Shu'er to be alone for a while longer, so she intentionally ignored her.
Hearing this, Feng Qishi turned to look at Mu Anxiao, "What did you discover?"
"What?" Mu Anxiao feigned ignorance. She didn't believe Feng Qishi couldn't sense Shu'er's soul's presence.
"Don't play dumb," Feng Qishi saw through Mu Anxiao's thoughts.
Mu Anxiao smiled, "Alright, then I'll be direct." As she spoke, she squatted beside Shu'er and placed her hand on Shu'er's chest.
Feng Qishi frowned, making no move to stop her.
Shu'er watched Mu Anxiao's actions with wide eyes, clenched her fists, and floated over.
The next moment, just as Shu'er stopped, Mu Anxiao suddenly looked up, meeting Shu'er's eyes directly, and smiled, "You've come."
Feng Qishi blinked and turned to look at Shu'er.
Shu'er was startled. Glancing at Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi, who could clearly see her, she exclaimed, "You can see me."
Mu Anxiao withdrew her hand and asked, "Why did you commit suicide?"
"Why?" Shu'er retorted, her gaze fixed on her own face, "You ask me why, do you think I'll tell you?"
Then, following Shu'er's gaze, Mu Anxiao looked down at her body and said, "Whether you tell me or not, I don't know, but I do know that you haven't completely died." As she spoke, she placed her hand above Shu'er's chest again.
Shu'er's body stiffened. She quickly crouched down and tried to push Mu Anxiao away in various ways.
However, it was all in vain.
"I can't touch you," she said, squatting in place, staring at her palms in disbelief.
Mu Anxiao replied, "You're a soul. If you could touch me, that would be truly ghostly." She then turned to look at Shu'er, "Don't you want to live?"
"Hope is extinguished, so what's the point of living?" Shu'er's gaze settled on Mu Anxiao's face, "Tell me, what meaning is there?" "They said you were very lively."
Upon hearing this, Shu'er's eyes darkened. She looked up at Feng Qishi, who had suddenly spoken, and said, "General, I never expected you to know sorcery."
Sorcery?
Feng Qishi had been in this world for many years, and he had never been mistaken for a 'monster' before. But now, a maid in his own mansion had made such a wild guess.
So, he sighed and said, "You think I'm a monster."
"Aren't you?" Shu'er stood up and asked politely.
Feng Qishi smiled, "Look, are there any monsters as handsome as me?"
Shu'er fell silent at Feng Qishi's rhetorical question.
Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi and said, "You must have seen the soul in that room just now, right?"
Hearing this, Shu'er shifted her gaze from Feng Qishi's face, looked down at Mu Anxiao, and asked, "Who exactly are you two?"
"Just cultivators," Mu Anxiao said. "Were you bullied?" She still hoped to get useful information from Shu'er.
Shu'er lowered her eyelids.
Feng Qishi remained silent.
Mu Anxiao continued, "You don't want to talk about it, do you?"
"I only remember pain surrounding me, I only remember I..." Shu'er trailed off and sighed, "In short, I don't remember the specific details."
"What do you mean?" Mu Anxiao's heart sank.
Shu'er explained, "It means I don't know exactly how I died. I just suddenly collapsed and became like this now." Hearing that they were cultivators, she couldn't help but lower her guard.
Feng Qishi also returned to normal, "Then how much do you remember about your life before?"
Upon hearing this, Shu'er turned to Feng Qishi and said, "I only remember being bullied, but the faces of those people are all blurred. I can't recall many things. All I know now," she said, "is that living is painful for me."
All along, Feng Qishi had believed that everyone in his manor was happy and could face any difficulty on their own.
He never imagined that he was mistaken.
A living soul had just vanished before his eyes. He lowered his head, stared at Shu'er's body, and casually said, "The tea you made was very good."
Hearing this, Shu'er's heart sank and she replied, "Making tea is all I'm good at. As for other things..."
"You did other things very well too, of course," Feng Qishi sighed softly, his gaze fixed on Shu'er's face, "I know, it's too late for me to say this now."
"General," Shu'er frowned.
Feng Qishi sighed regretfully.
Mu Anxiao stood up and asked, "What are you thinking now? Can you tell me?" She suddenly saw a glimmer of hope in Shu'er.
Shu'er listened to Mu Anxiao's words and shook her head slightly, "I don't know, but I feel like there's a force guiding me."
"A force?" Mu Anxiao repeated and immediately reached out to gently touch Shu'er's wrist.
Shu'er looked and exclaimed, "You can touch me."
"Don't speak," Mu Anxiao said, trying to find the force Shu'er mentioned.
Feng Qishi fell into silence.
Shu'er looked at Mu Anxiao's serious expression and suddenly lost the courage to speak.
Just then, Mu Anxiao's palm began to burn. The burning sensation forced her to quickly pull her hand away from Shu'er's wrist.
"What's wrong?" Feng Qishi asked, sensing that something was amiss.
Mu Anxiao didn't speak, but lowered her head to stare at her burned palm and muttered, "Not good."