Mù Qiānxún lay there, absolutely still, playing dead quite convincingly.
Ou Zun's face was ashen. If she hadn't just said, "Already dead," he would have thought something had really happened to her!
Faking death to avoid punishment?
She was quite creative.
Ou Zun stood over her, nudging her with his foot, his voice strained, "Get up."
Of course, his action was very gentle. If someone else was lying there, he would have kicked them by now. But because it was her, he couldn't bear it.
Mù Qiānxún had made up her mind. Ou Zun was openly challenging her in front of everyone, why should she persist or be stubborn?
Playing dead was the best option.
From a distance, one could only see a person lying on the ground, face hidden under her hat. Her ponytail laying messily around her head.
She casually said, "Already dead. Anything else, contact me in the afterlife."
Ou Zun frowned, "Dead people can't talk."
"Oh, then I'll stop talking."
The crowd: "..."
