Mu Hanyan vaguely understood why Mu Nan would become a future business prodigy in Anyun Country. It certainly had something to do with his vision, but it also had something to do with his almost stubborn persistence. This was true in business, and it was also true in cultivation. Being paranoid wasn't a good thing, but being without any perseverance, wavering and hesitant, was even worse.

The former may succeed or fail, even if it is short-lived, there will be a glorious moment, while the latter is destined to achieve nothing.

"Good, very good." Mu Hanyan patted Mu Nan's shoulder heavily.

If she had previously approached Mu Nan just for the Dragon Blood Stone, then from this moment on, she truly regarded him as her younger brother, a real younger brother, not just a cousin with a blood relationship from the next room.

Mu Nan let out a breath of frustration and walked out with Mu Hanyan.

Outside the gate of Mu's residence, two familiar figures, a man and a woman, were looking inside stealthily.

"It doesn't make sense. Why haven't they announced the funeral yet? Even if the Mu family no longer likes Mu Hanyan, he is still the eldest son of the city lord. When he dies, they should celebrate him with great fanfare." Miss Zhao Si said in surprise.

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense at all?" Zhao Sining said in confusion.

"Do you think Mu Hanyan is still alive?" Miss Zhao Si asked doubtfully. Ever since Mu Hanyan schemed against her last time, she had found that she couldn't see through him anymore.

"Impossible. Zong Dingfang and He Songhua are both great swordsmen. If I hadn't brought the magical flywheel made by my uncle, we would have both died. Mu Hanyan doesn't have such an alchemical treasure, so how could she have escaped? She must be dead now." Zhao Sining said with certainty.

"By the way, the Mu family may not know where Mu Hanyan went, and they are still secretly looking for him everywhere. They have no idea of ​​his death." Miss Zhao Si suddenly remembered something and said.

"Right, right, right. How could I have forgotten about this?" Zhao Si Ning slapped his forehead, pretending to have suddenly realized something, and then said, "Then there's nothing interesting to watch. Let's go."

"Wait, who said there's nothing good to watch? If the Mu family doesn't know, can we go and report it? Mu Hanyan and I are old friends, we can't just leave him lying dead in the wilderness. So, let's go and report the news, and buy some incense, candles, paper money and other things to take with us to mourn this old friend in advance." Miss Zhao Si said with ill intentions, and the smile on her face grew bigger as she spoke.

"Yes, yes, yes, let's make a few more paper figures. We can't let Young Master Mu live too boringly in the underworld, right?" Zhao Sining immediately understood what Miss Zhao Si meant.

When Mu Hanyan was alive, she couldn't defeat him and suffered two inexplicable losses. Now that he is dead, how can Miss Zhao Si vent her anger if she doesn't gloat over his misfortune?

"Yes, make a few more. He is the eldest son of the Mu family. Even if he goes to the underworld, he can't be without servants." Miss Zhao Si said sarcastically with a smile.

Although she failed to take revenge personally, Mu Hanyan died while she was still alive, which still made her feel a little joy and sense of accomplishment as a winner.

"No need. Keep the paper figurines for yourselves, because you will need them soon." Just when Miss Zhao Si was filled with joy, Mu Hanyan's voice, which sounded so annoying to her, rang out.