Before preparing the antidote, Mo Sigui had Mei Yanran and An Jiu bring all the Shadow Agents from Meihua Village to the island and administer a drug to them.

After learning its effects, An Jiu took the liberty of calling it “Zombie Powder,” but Mo Sigui insisted on naming it “One Night to Forget Sorrows.” He complained that An Jiu had desecrated his medicine. Finally, Mei Yanran suggested “Severing Past Ties,” which settled the dispute.

In reality, “Severing Past Ties” was a memory-altering drug that made people forget their past.

Perhaps due to its potency, the six who took it not only lost their memories but also their agility. Once able to float on water with qinggong, they now couldn’t match even An Jiu, who lacked inner strength.

The arrival of these six delighted the young apprentice, who thought he’d no longer be at the beck and call of the divine doctor!

Initially, he did enjoy two days of leisure, but after that, the misery resumed.

An Jiu practiced Mei Boxing in the courtyard while Mei Yanran prepared lunch, occasionally offering guidance. It was a beautiful, leisurely day, marred only by the sight of the apprentice rushing back and forth.

If the apprentice dared to slack off, Mo Sigui wouldn’t get angry; he’d just use medicine to tease him.

An Jiu usually ignored such things, but using drugs on someone close to her touched a nerve.

She entered the room and sat across from Mo Sigui, her face cold.

Mo Sigui, busy with herbs, glanced up briefly but said nothing.

An Jiu remained silent, standing by his side when tired of sitting, then leaning on his desk when tired of standing, lingering like a restless spirit.

Feeling the chill around him, Mo Sigui finally put down his vial. “An Dajiu, what do you want?”

“I have something to say when you’re done,” An Jiu replied coldly.

Hearing her tone, Mo Sigui forgot his irritation. “Speak.”

“That apprentice follows you. You haven’t even given him a name, and you’re using him to test drugs?” An Jiu glared.

Mo Sigui leaned back. “Who says he has no name? He’s called Xiao Yao. Besides, this is how the old man taught me about medicine. The drugs I use on Xiao Yao are formulas I developed long ago. I don’t see the need for further testing.”

Realizing her misunderstanding, An Jiu relaxed. “That’s good. But is that a name?”

The six Konghejun Shadow Agents were called Da Yao, Er Yao, San Yao, Si Yao, Wu Yao, and Liu Yao.

“How can I waste my precious energy on such trivial matters?” Since developing severe insomnia, Mo Sigui’s energy has greatly diminished. Three years ago, he might have spared some time for such things on a whim, but not now.

An Jiu’s interruption gave him a chance to rest. He poured some water and took a few sips. “Why are you suddenly playing the good person?”

Good person? Those words were far from her character. An Jiu suddenly recalled a line from a movie she’d seen, which resonated with her current state of mind: “I’ve always wanted to be a good person, but Heaven never gave me the chance.”

Mo Sigui paused, then scoffed, “Tch, such emotionally charged words don’t suit someone like you.”

“I have many emotions,” she replied. Sometimes she felt overwhelmed by them.

“Let’s set aside past events. Have you liked anyone recently? Hated anyone? Any regrets?” Mo Sigui asked.

An Jiu pondered briefly. “I’ve been interested in you since we first met. As we interacted more, I realized my judgment was correct… You indeed need to be taught a lesson.”

“Good judgment?” Mo Sigui sneered, openly disdainful.

“I like…” An Jiu began to count on her fingers but realized almost none could be categorized as “like.”

With Mei Jiu, it was a bond forged through shared hardship, but An Jiu didn’t particularly admire or like her personally. With Mei Yanran, it was more about compensating for her hidden regrets. Others were mostly casual acquaintances.

“Chu Dingjiang,” An Jiu said, nodding to affirm her statement.

“What kind of like? Do you want to be his wife—”

An Jiu interrupted Mo Sigui, “No.”

“Then as a friend?” Mo Sigui rarely showed such interest in matters outside medicine, but he couldn’t imagine An Jiu falling in love.

“Are we friends?” An Jiu needed a reference point.

Mo Sigui nodded silently.

“Then no,” An Jiu said.

Her relationship with Chu Dingjiang had a hint of unresolved romance, but she didn’t even understand what being lovers meant, let alone something less defined.

“Sometimes when I think of him alone, I feel a kind of impulse,” An Jiu confessed honestly. “But I’ve never felt impulsive when seeing him.”

Mo Sigui was stunned, taking a moment to recover. He smacked his lips and awkwardly praised, “Those two uses of ‘impulse’ were… good.”

“Does that count as liking?” An Jiu asked.

Mo Sigui summarized: that she had feelings for Chu Dingjiang and occasionally wanted to do this and that with him, but never thought about marrying him…

“You weren’t originally a man, were you?” Mo Sigui finally found an explanation.

But An Jiu immediately denied it, “No.”

“Then it’s just…” Mo Sigui slapped his thigh, “You’re just having some impulses, but haven’t done anything. It must be that Chu Dingjiang seems unreliable.”

Mo Sigui disliked Chu Dingjiang, but honestly speaking, the man appeared quite steady and capable of handling various matters.

An Jiu shook her head, “I don’t want to marry anyone.”

“I see,” Mo Sigui smoothed his sideburns. “With someone as peerless as me before you, and you still don’t have the impulse to marry, no one else will ever catch your eye.”

“And here I thought we might have a serious conversation!” An Jiu said, displeased, as she strode out.

Da Jiu pattered after her, while Xiao Yue lounged on the couch, chin raised, watching Da Jiu leave with a noble, aloof air. Once the room quieted, it lazily settled back down.

Mo Sigui bent over his desk, repeatedly adjusting and testing his formula.

He took a bit of the ground medicine powder and added a drop of Mei Yanran’s blood. The powder visibly turned black and emitted a strong, foul odor!

Mo Sigui’s expression changed drastically.

Outside, Mei Yanran had just finished preparing the meal. Seeing An Jiu and Da Jiu emerge, she said, “Come eat.”

“Mm,” An Jiu replied, with Da Jiu darting ahead of her.

Mei Yanran smiled at the lively Da Jiu and was about to bend down to pat its head when Mo Sigui rushed out like a gust of wind. “Aunt, let me check your eyes.”