Ning Mu found it hard to believe, cautioning, "Really, really?"
Jiangli scoffed, "What good does it do me to lie to you? You’re already dead, a ghost. I can take you anywhere, and I can also destroy you. Do I need to go through the trouble of deceiving you?"
Ning Mu thought about it and it seemed to make sense.
Given his current state, it couldn’t get worse.
There was nothing left on him worth scheming for.
The so-called barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes.
Ning Mu had nothing to fear now. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I can agree to your terms. What do you need me to do?"
Jiangli smiled with satisfaction, "It’s quite simple, just help me test Shen Miao’s feelings towards you and how he perceives your death."
Ning Mu was clueless, "How, how do I do that?"
Jiangli smiled mysteriously, "Put simply, just scare him a bit by acting like a ghost, but since you’re already a ghost, you don’t even need to act. You can scare him just like that."
Only then did Ning Mu understand what Jiangli meant.
That seemed simple enough...
Ning Mu glanced in the direction of Shen Miao’s home, his gaze shifting slightly.
Deep down, he too wanted to ask Shen Miao if he regretted killing him and if he still had any feelings for him.
Jiangli’s plan could indeed give him the answers he sought.
Thinking this, Ning Mu nodded to Jiangli, "Should I go now?"
Jiangli stopped him, "Wait a moment."
She looked at Fu Shiyan.
"Fu, tell Shang Junxiao to cooperate a little."
Fu Shiyan nodded, took out his phone, and spoke to Shang Junxiao.
Wearing his Bluetooth earpiece, Shang Junxiao nearly jumped off the couch when he heard Fu Shiyan tell him to cooperate.
How was he supposed to cooperate?
Fu Shiyan seemed to know what he wanted to ask and added, "Just scare Shen Miao."
"Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?" Shen Miao had just poured a cup of water for Shang Junxiao, placed it in front of him, and found Shang Junxiao staring at him, which made him somewhat wary.
Shang Junxiao coughed and said, "It’s nothing, I just noticed you seem to have drunk a lot. You smell of alcohol. Something bothering you lately? You must not keep things bottled up like Ning Mu did. If something’s wrong, speak up."
Shen Miao looked somewhat uncomfortable, sitting down opposite Shang Junxiao with a forced laugh, "It’s nothing. I’ve just been quite busy with work lately, a bit exhausted, and hearing about Ning Mu’s incident, I had a hard time accepting it. I drank a bit more to try to relieve the pressure."
Shang Junxiao gave a hollow laugh, "Is that so? Then you should definitely take some time to unwind. Oh, right..."
He racked his brain, thinking of how to cooperate with Jiangli and Fu Shiyan.
Shen Miao looked at him, "What is it?"
Shang Junxiao leaned in slightly, "Shen Miao, do you really think Ning Mu committed suicide?"
Shen Miao’s body tensed almost imperceptibly, gripping the water glass, "Why do you say that? Haven’t the police said it was suicide?"
"At first, I thought so too." Shang Junxiao furrowed his brows, his face slightly drawn, "But after I went to Ning Mu’s place, I felt it wasn’t that simple..."
Shen Miao’s heart clenched, "You, you went to Ning Mu’s place?"
"Yeah, I didn’t believe Ning Mu would commit suicide, so I went to check it out. But, do you know what I saw on the rooftop where Ning Mu jumped?"
Shen Miao’s face twitched, forcing a laugh, "What, what did you see? Don’t tell me you saw Ning Mu’s body?"
"No, I didn’t see Ning Mu’s body. I, I saw Ning Mu’s soul!"