"So, it’s the principle of like cures like," Jia said, adding a simple explanation.
Mu Anxiao was stunned for a moment. After thinking, she said, "Then I've become a tonic. Right," she suddenly remembered her own insignificant spiritual energy, then looked down at her palm again, and asked, "Can I not cast spells anymore?"
"This needs to be nursed back," Jia followed Mu Anxiao's gaze, looking down at her palm.
Mu Anxiao froze.
Jia chuckled dryly twice.
On the other side, Feng Qishi still didn't sense any demonic energy. Following the red light in the sky, he arrived in front of the stable in the backyard and stopped, "Old brother, are you there?"
Normally, when no one was around, Feng Qishi would address the coachman this way. At first, the coachman dared not accept the title Feng Qishi bestowed upon him, but as time passed, he also became accustomed to it.
Every time he came here and couldn't see the coachman, he would call out to him like this. The current situation made him feel nervous.
"..." No one responded.
Feng Qishi frowned slightly and immediately tilted his head to look at the red light in the sky, thinking, could the demon soul really be Old brother?
As he thought, he took a deep breath. Just as he was about to change direction to investigate the coachman's room, Bing'er's voice came from behind him, "Brother, are you looking for my father?"
Hearing this, Feng Qishi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He then slowly turned around and looked at Bing'er, who was standing in place and smiling at him, and asked, "Where is your father?"
"My father went to bathe the horses," Bing'er said, pointing to the stable. "Look, there are no horses."
Immediately, Feng Qishi glanced sideways at the stable along Bing'er's gesture, and then breathed another sigh of relief, saying, "I didn't even think of that." As he spoke, he smiled, turned to look at Bing'er, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?" He walked towards her.
Conversely, when Bing'er saw Feng Qishi approaching her, she couldn't help but take a step back.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi stopped in his tracks and asked, "You don't want me to come near you?" As he asked, he carefully observed Bing'er's facial expression.
Bing'er: "Brother, I'm sick. If you come near me, you'll get infected." She pursed her lips, "So, to prevent you from getting infected, you should stay away from me."
"Bing'er..."
"Brother, Bing'er is waiting for father here. You should go back first," Bing'er said faintly.
Normally, Bing'er was a very sensible young girl. She always considered others first in everything she did, always putting herself last. Looking at her like this, Feng Qishi was always reminded of his own childhood. It was precisely because of this that his feelings for the coachman and Bing'er were unusual.
It was also because of this that Feng Qishi always agreed to Bing'er's requests. "Alright," he said, taking off his outer robe and handing it to Bing'er, "Here, wear this if you're cold, Bing'er."
"Brother, just put it on the ground," Bing'er said faintly.
"Okay, I won't come near you," Feng Qishi agreed, bending down and placing the outer robe on the ground.
"Goodbye, brother," Bing'er waved.
Feng Qishi forgot about the red light, nodded, and turned to leave.
Immediately after Feng Qishi left, Bing'er walked gracefully to the outer robe, smiled faintly, then bent down and picked up the robe, which felt heavy to her, and then draped it over herself rather irregularly.
"Bing'er, is this brother good?" a female voice asked.
Hearing this, Bing'er raised her face, dragged the outer robe, and took a step forward, uttering a word: "Good." Then she looked up in the direction where the red light had been.
"That's good. Does Bing'er like him?"
"I like him," Bing'er said with a giggle.
"When Bing'er grows up, do you want to marry him?"
However, upon hearing that, Bing'er lowered her eyelids, "..."
"What's wrong, Bing'er?"
"I don't want to marry him. By the time I grow up, he'll be old," Bing'er thought it through.
The female voice chuckled and said, "Silly child, he won't get old. He's a great immortal. He can save you. So, from now on, you follow him. As long as you follow him, he can heal your wounds. That way, you won't have to apply that foul-smelling ointment anymore, and your father won't have to work so hard."
"Really?" Bing'er smiled.
"When have I ever lied to you? Your father won't be back tonight. Go find brother."
"Okay, sister." Bing'er finished speaking and walked in the direction Feng Qishi had gone.
At the same time, the red light disappeared.
Back garden.
Mu Anxiao looked up at the red light that had vanished into the sky. She suddenly had a sense of foreboding, but she couldn't describe that feeling... In short, it felt uncomfortable.
Jia: "What's wrong?" He noticed that Mu Anxiao seemed off.
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath, stood up, pointed to the patch of sky where the red light had been, and said, "Jia, can you still sense the demon soul's presence?"
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, Jia hesitated, then tilted his head to look in the direction she was pointing, and shook his head slightly, "How strange, the demonic energy is gone."
"I can't sense it either," Mu Anxiao said, feeling around her sleeve, the ointment was gone.
Jia looked at Mu Anxiao's fumbling actions and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"The ointment is gone," Mu Anxiao said, thinking about her recent mental state, she shook her head slightly, "No."
"What is it?" Jia asked curiously.
"This demon soul..." Mu Anxiao frowned slightly, then looked down into Jia's eyes, "is not simple."
"Not simple, what does that mean?" Jia couldn't understand Mu Anxiao's meaning.
Mu Anxiao: "It means I think I've fallen into a trap." As she spoke, she glanced at Feng Qishi, who was walking towards them.
Jia saw this, also turned to look at Feng Qishi, and whispered, "Where's his outer robe?"
"If I'm not mistaken, he has forgotten about the demon soul," Mu Anxiao said, bypassed Jia, and walked towards Feng Qishi.
Jia looked up at Mu Anxiao's receding figure, sighed, and followed her.
"Where is the demon soul?" Mu Anxiao asked deliberately, stopping in front of Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi also stopped, looked down at Mu Anxiao, and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. There is no demon soul."
"No demon soul," Mu Anxiao said, nodding slightly, "Alright, it's just as I thought."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You can keep covering for them. We've already fallen into their trap," Mu Anxiao said righteously, reaching out to pat Feng Qishi's shoulder, "You went over there, and your outer robe is gone. That shows how deep the trap is."
"Mu Anxiao, if you say one more word of nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Don't talk about being impolite to me first. Do you know that you took my spiritual energy?" Mu Anxiao decided to make things clear with Feng Qishi.
Behind Mu Anxiao, Jia looked at her with a look of surprise, thinking that this fellow was indeed quite direct.