He Mu was stunned, but in the next second, Bai Xi's dagger was already at his throat. The blade lightly touched, revealing a shallow bloodstain: "It seems the goddess is not poisoned, yet I watched you drink that cup of poisoned rice milk. How did you manage it, Goddess?"
Bai Xi's eyes were calm: "I merely let you see what you wanted to see, and not see what you didn't want to see."
With her speed, pretending to drink and then pouring it away was a simple matter.
He Mu chuckled: "So the goddess has suspected me for a long time. I am truly heartbroken."
Hearing that almost spoiled tone, Bai Xi felt nothing but disgust. She said calmly: "Rather than suspicion, it's more accurate to say I never believed you were Han Mo."
Yes, she hadn't believed He Mu was Han Mo from the very beginning.
Even with a fleeting thought, with evidence from all time points, and with He Mu's deliberate misdirection, she never thought he was Han Mo.
One glance... was enough to know.
He Mu raised an eyebrow: "I think my imitation was quite good. After all, Han Mo and I lived together for a long time, and I later used the Blood Butterfly for real-time surveillance on him. His words and actions, even his expressions and your trivial interactions, I believe I imitated them quite accurately, except for the matter of him cooking for you..."
Even though he knew Han Mo made breakfast for Bai Xi, and even knew his methods, he didn't dare to try it himself.
After all, cooking was something that couldn't be replicated perfectly just by watching, and it was easier to expose oneself.
Hearing He Mu proudly talk about imitating Han Mo, Bai Xi felt a wave of physiological discomfort.
For the past few days, to lower He Mu's guard, she had tried to convince herself to treat the person before her as Han Mo, but even the thought made her feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"It's easy to draw a tiger or its skin, but hard to draw its bones. Imitations are ultimately false. The two of you, one is the bright moon in the sky, luminous and beautiful; the other is the mud at the bottom of the earth, dirty and corrupt."
From the very beginning, the mistake was her own design, intended to lure He Mu into lowering his guard and making a move against her.
He Mu slowly lowered his brows, his expression carrying a hint of depth and enigma. He said softly: "Xi'er is right, but Xi'er never understood why some are born in the clouds while others are born in the mud."
Bai Xi's fingers moved slightly, and the dagger pierced a hole in He Mu's shoulder. Blood gushed out, staining his clothes: "Xuan Ji, if you deliberately put on that act again and speak to me in his voice, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He Mu, despite being wounded, did not get angry. Instead, he laughed heartily: "Hahaha, to tell you the truth, I'm tired of it too, so I won't pretend anymore."
Bai Xi had always had a question in her heart: "You said you constantly change bodies. Does every body you inhabit have a black flame mark on its back?"
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Hearing He Mu casually mention Han Mo's life and death, and recalling Han Mo's trust in Xuan Ji in her memories, Bai Xi tightened her grip on the dagger. Blood trickled down his neck, staining her white collar: "You repeatedly used him, making him suffer immensely, and you still have the audacity to mention him."
He Mu was nonchalant, his expression becoming ferocious and evil: "The goddess is mistaken. If it weren't for me, he would have died long ago."
Bai Xi's anger grew more apparent, but she said no more.
He Mu's smile remained on his face: "Since the goddess is so angry and hates me so much, why not cut a little deeper? That way, you can completely eliminate this 'madman'."
Bai Xi raised an eyebrow: "Is that so? How do I know if this dagger thrust kills you or the real He Mu? Although I don't know much about soul possession, I've heard that if a possessor commits suicide, their soul is annihilated. But if they die at the hands of another, they can find another host and be reborn into the world."
At the time, she had dismissed it as a strange tale. Now, looking at He Mu, she knew that many of the unbelievable things described in books had indeed existed, only the methods had been lost.
He Mu's expression remained unchanged, his smile unnerving: "Ha, the goddess has seen through me again."
Bai Xi snorted coldly: "I don't know much about soul possession. I may not have a way to truly make you vanish into thin air right now, but I can trap you within this body, rendering you unable to act, speak, or move, yet alive."
Confine him to the Dark Department, put a metal hood on him, treat him like the former leader of the Kui Hall.
It now seemed that the leader of Kui Hall was merely a puppet in He Mu's hands, and the entire Kui Hall was just a weapon under his command.
He Mu chuckled: "It seems the goddess believes she has the upper hand now! Does the goddess know how many citizens live in Sea Island City?"
Bai Xi raised an eyebrow: "I never thought Doctor He would be so easy to deal with. I only hope my foresight can minimize the damage to Sea Island City as much as possible."
As long as Xuan Ji lived, countless people would become pawns, sacrifices, and test subjects.
Therefore, he must be captured today at all costs. As for the people of Sea Island City, she had already made secret arrangements with Shangguan Wen to cooperate with Xue Huai for control.
Now that Han Rui and Xuan Feng were also present, she hoped no greater trouble would arise.
After all, for the past few days, she had either been tracking and monitoring He Mu with Shangguan Wen or watching him personally. He should not have had the opportunity to cause any major disturbances.
He Mu chuckled lightly: "The goddess is indeed a person of great ambition, with foresight and the ability to make sacrifices. However... are you truly willing to sacrifice anyone?"
Bai Xi frowned, a bad feeling flashing through her mind.
At that moment, her phone, in her pants pocket, suddenly rang.
He Mu lowered his gaze slightly: "The goddess should answer it. As you said, your speed is so great that even if I managed to escape, I wouldn't get far."
Bai Xi opened her phone. It wasn't a voice call, but a video call. The call was from Lin Yun. After connecting, there was no one inside, only a shot of the Bai family villa.
A moment later, Lin Yun appeared on the screen. She was holding a sharp knife to her own throat, blood flowing down her neck onto her clothes, in a situation very similar to He Mu's.
He Mu smiled, as if he had seen through everything, understood everything: "You might not care about the people of Sea Island City, but what about your mother... do you still care?"