"Guan Mian?" Wansha repeated coldly, thinking for a moment, "Nonsense, he only has one disciple."
The matter of the poison was also being widely discussed here. Wansha had learned of Guan Mian's existence during that time, and since Mu Xiang was a family member of the victim, she was naturally no stranger to Guan Mian.
Now, hearing the man's words, she felt he was merely placating her. And she had always detested people who placated her like this.
He had touched her bottom line.
"..." The man flinched away, startled by Wansha's gaze, and said, "I'm telling the truth."
Although Mu Xiang didn't know Guan Mian well, she remembered him coming to their home to treat Elder Mu Yu. At that time, she had personally heard Guan Mian say that he had no disciples.
Recalling Guan Mian's resolute demeanor then, and looking at the man opposite her who had just tried to kill her, she stated firmly, "You're lying."
Upon hearing this, the man's gaze fixed on Mu Xiang's face. "I am not lying." The hand that Wansha held tightly could not move an inch.
"Back then, when Guan Mian visited my home," Mu Xiang said, while helping the injured Alung up, "he said he had no disciples at all. Only when Grandpa came back to life did he take his first disciple, and that disciple was the maid serving Grandpa. You're clearly lying now."
"...." The man cautiously glanced at Wansha and said, "He and I..."
"You'd better tell the truth," Wansha interrupted coldly.
"...." The man was speechless.
Wansha calmly observed the man's overly thoughtful expression, recalling the sorcery he had just used. She said, "It seems I've asked the wrong question."
"...." The man cautiously glanced at Wansha, still not daring to speak.
"I'm asking you, what is your relationship with Guan Mian?"
From the potency of the poison and the man's previous answer, she believed he had an inseparable connection with Guan Mian. As for what their relationship was, she didn't know, and of course, she didn't want to know.
However, to give Mu An Xiao an explanation, she persisted. She might as well do it for herself.
"..."
"You don't want to say," Wansha asked, staring at the man's profile.
The man lost the courage to look at Wansha and tried to move the hand she was holding. "Aren't you tired of holding me?" He only dared to look at his own hand.
Wansha: "Don't try to change the subject. What is your relationship with Guan Mian?"
"He and I..." The man lowered his gaze, his eyes darting around, and said, "We have no relationship."
"No relationship?" Wansha retorted, a smile playing on her lips. "No relationship means there is a relationship."
"I..." The man began to feel endless apprehension, as if afraid Wansha would ask more. He gathered his courage, fixed his gaze on Wansha's face, and declared firmly, "He and I truly have no relationship."
"Then it's a frame-up."
"I didn't..."
"Did you kill him?" Wansha deliberately provoked the man.
The man became agitated upon hearing this. "I didn't kill him."
"You didn't," Wansha narrowed her eyes. "Why are you so agitated? It seems you have something to hide."
"I really didn't. He and I truly have no relationship. I..." The man felt his throat dry, pursed his lips, and continued, "He and I truly have not even a shred of relationship."
"If you have no relationship, why would you frame him?" Wansha continued to provoke.
The man's nerves were almost shattered by Wansha's words. Biting his lip, he took a few breaths and said, "I don't know him very well, but I know of him." I love reading Chinese network.
"Why did you say he was your master?" Wansha asked again.
The man knew he couldn't escape Wansha's interrogation, so he turned his face slightly and said, "Because he's dead."
"He's dead, so you claim to be his disciple. This shows," Wansha said, "that you have a grudge against him."
"No."
"If there's no grievance, why did you harm him?"
"It's because of him," the man's eyes welled up with tears, "that I've become this... neither human nor ghost."
"Didn't you say you didn't know him very well? How did he turn you into this state of being neither human nor ghost?"
"My family was killed by him."
"...." Wansha recalled him saying earlier that a demon soul had killed his family. Then, considering his current words, she became confused. "He killed your family, so why are you bringing up the demon soul?"
"It was because of him that the demon soul entered my home, and I... became like this."
"Aren't you from a cultivation sect?"
"I am."
"You are..." Wansha's mind was in chaos, and she stopped speaking.
"He's truly awful, killing so many people," the man said, his voice filled with hatred. "He dies so easily, and it's over. Why?" He widened his eyes.
"...." Wansha looked at the man's frenzied face, offering no words.
Mu Xiang remained silent.
On the contrary, Alung noticed the man's emotions and asked, "Don't you want him dead?"
"Of course," the man finally looked at Alung, who was being supported by Mu Xiang. "I'm doing all this for revenge. If he's dead, I..."
"He's dead, so you're taking revenge on the demon soul to vent your anger," Wansha interrupted.
"...." The man was speechless.
Wansha: "He killed your loved ones, yet you blame everything on us. I'm truly perplexed now," she said, "How do you see us?" She fixed her gaze on the red stone in his hand.
"...." The man lost the will to struggle and followed Wansha's gaze to the red stone. "It's this that lets me see you." He then shifted his gaze back to Wansha's face.
Wansha met the man's eyes. "This thing," she said, extending her other hand. Just as she was about to snatch the red stone, the area around it suddenly emitted a dazzling red light. She quickly withdrew her hand and continued, "The demonic energy of the demon soul is absorbed by this stone."
"...." The man gripped the red stone tightly, looking at the surprised expression on Wansha's face. He said, "Let me go."
Hearing the man's stiff tone, Wansha frowned. "Your face changes quickly enough."
"Let me go," the man said again, glancing at the red stone. "If you don't let me go, I'll release it and throw this red stone on the ground. At that time, this red stone will voluntarily absorb the demonic energy from your body. Think carefully."
"You..."
"I'll count to three. If you don't let go, I will."
The moment the red stone emitted its brilliant red light, Wansha had already recognized its power. Seeing the man's renewed arrogance, she suppressed her anger and said, "Fine, I'll let go. But you have to tell me your name."
"You ask me..."
"Tell me, and I'll let go and release you."
"I'm releasing you," the man emphasized.
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