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I lay on the ground, a little scared, but not particularly flustered. Isn't it just a loss of vitality? How many times have I died these days? How many times have I lost my body? I can't count.

And as more and more of these things happen, my view of the world is being affected. Death of the physical body was nothing, but death of the soul was truly death. Furthermore, with Mr. Zhao by his side, he should be able to save me.

Mr. Zhao was busy working beside me. He was very busy right now, it could even be called flustered. He took out many bottles of pills, powder, and medicine from his body. They all poured into my mouth.

This feeling was not good. These things were extremely unpalatable. However, after eating it, it still had some effect. At least I can speak now.

But it didn't take me long to realize that I could just talk. The other parts of my body did not improve. My life force was still dissipating. Besides it, there was also something else that I could not explain …

The Mr. Zhao took out more and more things from his body. I wonder, how did he take these small bottles with him? Or rather, it was something he brought with him on his soul.

Then I noticed that he didn't even look at the bottles. He opened the lid and fed me medicine. Mr. Zhao's crazy actions scared me a little. I said to him, "Second uncle, please be serious. Are these medicine correct? Just give it to me."

Mr. Zhao said, "Let's give it a try."

That immediately chilled my heart. I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Why do you want to try? I'm about to die, and you still want to experiment with me? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Do you think that you can survive if you don't experiment with me?"

He paused for a moment, and said with a grave expression, "I don't know how to remove the evil technique on you. I can only take out all of the medicinal herbs. If I'm wrong, I can save your life, but don't have too much hope. "

When Mr. Zhao said this, my heart sank to the bottom. After sinking down, I felt more at ease. I smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, this is probably heaven's will. Last time he said he would give his body to Erhu, but he couldn't. I reckon that from then on, this physical body no longer belonged to me. "

The Mr. Zhao did not say anything, but bit his finger tip, and started drawing many strange runes on my body. However, I am not sure if this rune has any effect.

My life is no longer broken, for it has faded.

Only after one dies can one understand what it feels like to die. I can clearly feel that the connection between my soul and my physical body has been severed.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Can't I have my physical body anymore?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "Pretty much, I think there are already corpse spots."

I said, "This is too fast."

The Mr. Zhao said, "They are all like that. If I hadn't done something to your soul, all that's left of you would be just your bones. "

I don't know if those words are true or not. Maybe because the Mr. Zhao has some old ailment, he must get some credit for himself, but from the looks of it, he has a worried expression, so he shouldn't be joking.

I sighed and honestly said to Mr. Zhao, "Forget it, there is no body if there isn't one. As long as my soul is fine. "

Mr. Zhao let out a hollow laugh, "Your soul also has matters to attend to."

"What?" I sat up abruptly. This really made the dying patient sit up in shock. When I got up, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud.

The Mr. Zhao said, "Don't move, your soul is already unstable. If you move it here and there, it will dissipate even faster."

I caught the meaning in that. I asked fearfully, "You mean, I'm losing my mind?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged.

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "What kind of demonic technique did I get infected with? Can you tell me something? "

Mr. Zhao sat beside me, took out a mirror, and said to me: "Take a look."

I squinted hard at my chest reflected in the mirror. There were three or five kids painted on it. Some of them were carrying shovels to dig out my flesh while others were using knives to cut open my exposed heart. Some of them directly carried their flesh on their back and ran away happily.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "This is called the Five Devils moving things. Originally, this method was a genuine Dao technique used to move things around. But later on, some people modified it and used it to move people's souls. "

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "Can't you wipe these little ghosts off?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "This is not drawn on your body, it's carved on your soul. I can't erase it."

I sighed and closed my eyes in despair. "How much longer do I have?"

Mr. Zhao replied, "I don't know."

I smiled bitterly. "Just tell me directly. I can take it." An hour? Half an hour? Ten minutes? "

Mr. Zhao pointed to the top of my head. "Look over here."

I raised my head with some effort and saw that there were three oil lamps. The lights were dim and shaky, as if they would be extinguished at any moment. However, every time it reached the edge of extinction, it would strangely light up again.

This feeling was as if someone was casually adding oil to the lamp as it was about to burn out.

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "Is this my Fate Lantern?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged.

I asked, a little puzzled, "My soul is about to dissipate. Why is the Intrinsic Light still not extinguished?"

Mr. Zhao said, "These lamps should have been extinguished a long time ago. However, there are people who do not wish for you to die.

When I heard this, I was both excited and grateful. "Who is this person? I have to thank this kind of kind-hearted person. "

The Mr. Zhao stayed silent for a while before saying: "There is no need to thank him. Actually, this person does not have any good intentions. The one who added oil to your lamp is your shadow. "

I was stunned. "My shadow? How do shadows add lamp oil? "

The next second, I suddenly understood. I am alive and well, but I am also a villain. The shadow behind me was proof of that. It seemed that the person didn't want me to die and wanted me to continue being his accomplice, so he added oil to my lamp.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Is this considered a blessing in disguise?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Your body is now a bottomless pit, so no matter how much lamp oil you have, it won't be enough. I don't know if the shadow will be able to keep up, but I guess it can only last two or three hours. If we are still unable to save him, I'm afraid that the shadow will give up. "

I was silent. I lay on the cold ground, my heart cold.

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "You have no other choice, right?"

Mr. Zhao acknowledged. Then, he sighed and said with a tinge of remorse, "Eldest Nephew, I've harmed you this time. Originally, we did not have to bother about Di Fusheng's matters. I was too curious. I felt that people with two souls were unprecedented. I wanted to see what was going on. This is great, curiosity killed the cat. "

As I was about to die, my words were kind. I bitterly smiled and said, "Forget it, forget it. Look on the bright side. At least I don't have to pay you back what I owe you. "

Mr. Zhao also laughed, but his smile was uglier than crying.

I lied on the ground and thought about it, then said to Mr. Zhao: "This Hu Dali brat, although he lacks strings, he has a good heart. You take care of him when I die. When he was young, he was frightened by the Heavenly Soldiers. Now that I think about it, it has something to do with me. "

Mr. Zhao nodded.

I added, "My foster-grandpa has already been reincarnated. In Han Manor, his name was Han Manchu. When you see him in the future, help him. But don't let him follow you to catch ghosts and demons, you're too dangerous. "

Mr. Zhao laughed: "This is good, the money you owe me is settled."

I smiled weakly and said, "And Xia Xin. Ah? Is Xia Xin still alive? "

Mr. Zhao said, "She should still be in front. I will go save her after you die."

I said, "No, take me with you. I don't want to die with someone waiting for me to die. "

Mr. Zhao thought for a moment, then said: "That's true. I don't think you'll die anytime soon. "Then I'll take you with me."

Mr. Zhao kept the bottles and jars on the floor, then he returned my Fate Lantern back to my soul and carried me.

I said to Mr. Zhao: "I'm about to die, can you give me your bottom line?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Go ahead and ask."

I said, "Did you really lose your memory?"

Mr. Zhao almost threw me down. He said grievingly: "Eldest Nephew, do you really not believe me?"

I chuckled dryly. "The main reason is that your reputation points are too low for me."

Mr. Zhao said, "I made an oath in front of Guan Di, how could this be fake?"

I said, "Oh," and asked again, "What about your bottles and jars? You don't have a body right now, but a soul. How did you hide the bottle? "

Mr. Zhao said, "After reaching a certain level of cultivation, it is not difficult to achieve this. It's much more reliable to hide things inside one's soul than within one's physical body. "

I sighed. "Before you lost your memories, you must have had some skills."

Mr. Zhao laughed mischievously and said narcissistically, "I think so too."

The two of us were talking and laughing along the way, looking extremely relaxed. However, I know that Mr. Zhao's mood is just as heavy as mine.

Death was a very painful thing to do, and even people who were used to seeing it would not be willing to face it. So we kept on looking for topics to talk about. Because we knew that once we stopped, once we let our hearts rest, we would be wrapped up in grief.

Mr. Zhao asked, "Eldest Nephew, how are you?"

"Not bad," I said.

In fact, I was too weak to speak. I looked at my hand. It was almost transparent, and in about ten minutes, I would be scared out of my wits.

The Mr. Zhao said, "You better grit your teeth and persevere for a bit longer. I'll try my best to let you see Xia Xin's final moments."