Mu Anxiao had long sensed Ouyang Ye's abnormality, and this sentence was her test for him. She hadn't expected that halfway through, Ouyang Ye would already start to feel guilty. Seeing his evasive gaze, she deliberately remained silent, waiting for him to say something to extricate himself.
"They are not on the same side, how could he possibly know?" Lou Yi still naively believed Ouyang Ye to be a 'good person'.
Mu Anxiao knew Lou Yi would interject at this moment, so she offered him no reply. "..." She continued to watch what Ouyang Ye would say.
Concurrently, Ouyang Ye, following Mu Anxiao's composure, also calmed down.
Over there, Jia lowered his head and suddenly went motionless.
Thus, the two of them entered a stalemate.
Lou Yi, believing both Mu Anxiao and Ouyang Ye to be calculating individuals, fell into silence with them.
This atmosphere was something Mu Anxiao had not anticipated. Staring at Ouyang Ye, her brows gradually furrowed. "You should know the girl's sorcery better than I do." She intentionally emphasized.
Ouyang Ye then shook his head. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Is that so," Mu Anxiao said, nodding slightly. "Alright, I understand. You can let go of my hand now." She fixed her gaze on his face.
Ouyang Ye frowned. "You can't go over there. If you use your magic to help him now, you'll undoubtedly be harming yourself."
"It seems her sorcery is just as I suspected," Mu Anxiao stated calmly.
Ouyang Ye was startled. "You're trying to trick me."
"I don't have that kind of time. Let go." Mu Anxiao, tired of arguing with Ouyang Ye, became dismissive.
However, Mu Anxiao's reaction stirred Ouyang Ye's heart. "You said you've seen this sort of thing many times. Fine, what are you going to do now? I mean, without using magic, what are you going to do?"
"It's none of your business."
"Can't you see that's a trap?" Ouyang Ye said sharply.
Mu Anxiao let out a cold snort.
Lou Yi was confused by Ouyang Ye's words. "Ouyang Ye, how do you know that's a trap? You..."
"Don't you see it yet?" Mu Anxiao couldn't stand Lou Yi's foolishness any longer.
Lou Yi's face was filled with questions. "What do you mean? Can you explain clearly? I..." he said, a sense of fear towards Ouyang Ye making him involuntarily step back. "I'm a little confused."
"You should just stay put," Mu Anxiao, too lazy to explain, turned back to Ouyang Ye. "You set this trap, didn't you?"
"You..."
"Only a demon can break free from the silver rope's restraint. Even the most powerful demon soul cannot escape. Ouyang Ye," Mu Anxiao interrupted, glaring at him, "your illusion technique is truly formidable. I didn't even see through it."
"You've been clear-headed for a while now, haven't you?" Ouyang Ye suddenly said.
"What do you mean by that? I don't understand." Mu Anxiao, having anticipated Ouyang Ye's words, remained calm.
"To be honest, I'm starting to suspect Feng Qishi," Ouyang Ye said, unable to get anything out of Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao's expression remained unchanged. "What does his suspicion have to do with me? How strange." She frowned. "This probably has nothing to do with that guy, Feng Qishi."
"How could it not?" Ouyang Ye said faintly.
Mu Anxiao snorted. "How is it related? Speaking of which, he and I have absolutely no relation now. Why are you bringing him up to me? You... you're probably jealous of the wrong person."
"You really don't know?" Ouyang Ye asked again.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Ouyang Ye. "I don't understand a single word you're saying. Also," she said, narrowing her eyes, "don't you want to know when I discovered something was wrong with you?"
"That's not important to me," Ouyang Ye said coldly.
Mu Anxiao nodded. "Oh, yes. You know, I never trusted you, so naturally, I wouldn't make this an exception." After speaking, she glanced again at the arm Ouyang Ye was holding.
Ouyang Ye smiled.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao felt an inexplicable unease. "What mischief are you up to now?" she asked, feigning composure.
"I really dislike this feeling of being exposed by you."
"I don't like exposing you like this either. And," Mu Anxiao said, "here's a piece of advice for you: details determine success or failure."
"Details..." Ouyang Ye was somewhat dazed by Mu Anxiao's words.
Mu Anxiao stopped struggling, remaining calm. "Honestly, I did believe you at first, especially when you said you wanted to save those two. I was quite moved. Of course," she said earnestly, "that was also when you revealed your true colors."
"What do you mean?"
"If you genuinely wanted to save them, you would have rushed forward without hesitation. But," Mu Anxiao thought about Ouyang Ye's actions, her face filled with disdain, "you just stood there watching. In the end, the way you called out to Lou Yi was just to appease me, wasn't it?"
Ouyang Ye's eyes darkened. He hadn't expected... that this was when Mu Anxiao had discovered him. He couldn't help but find it laughable. "I didn't expect your mind to be so intricate," he said, turning his head to smile.
"Since you've revealed your true form, can you let go of your dirty hands now?"
"You don't want to save him?"
"You are the instigator. How can I trust you? Let go, or I'll truly get angry," Mu Anxiao growled.
Ouyang Ye chuckled. "I can save him, but I have a condition."
"You're threatening me," Mu Anxiao had a bad premonition.
"If you're not afraid of him dying, then my words will have no coercive effect on you. That's for you to decide."
"You..."
"Oh, I forgot to mention, he's also been poisoned," Ouyang Ye interrupted, turning his head to look at Lou Yi.
Lou Yi's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, quickly lowering his head to check himself for any changes.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Jia and then realized. "You set a sorcery on Jia's silver rope long ago." After speaking, she glared at Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye smiled. "You are indeed clever." He said, then looked at Lou Yi. "The poison in your body will only take effect in three days, so don't worry."
"Three days!" Lou Yi exclaimed, quickly looking at Mu Anxiao, hoping she could find a solution for him.
Mu Anxiao saw Lou Yi's fearful expression, then looked at Jia, who was being gradually controlled by the girl. Her heart sank. "Ouyang Ye, I really didn't misjudge you." She pushed Ouyang Ye's hand away.
Ouyang Ye's lips curled. "To tell you the truth, it wasn't Jia saving you just now, it was Feng Qishi. I think..." he said with a sinister smile, "he's probably poisoned too."
Poisoned too?
As Ouyang Ye uttered these words, Mu Anxiao lowered her head and stared at her blood-stained clothes. "..." She was stunned.