Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

  Chapter 98 Dissipation

  Dusk is here, and the golden sunset is falling on this spooky gray-white forest.

  The night fell, because he didn't know how long the battle between the two "soul bodies" below would last, Xu Yuan took Ran Qingmo back to the carriage and waited.

   When returning to the previous tree-lined avenue, there was no sign of the carriage.

   After searching carefully, he found that the Yanti carriage had been led to a stable in the woods by someone.

  Xu Yuan subconsciously thought Xu Changge did it.

After all, there are no other living things in this ghost mist except for the ghost who claims to be the old ghost, but after seeing the carefully prepared forage and dried fruits in the manger waiting for the horses to eat, he immediately gave this idea to the horse. cancelled.

  Horse riding Xu Changge may be able to do it, but making horse food is obviously not suitable for Xu Changge.

   Pulling the mahogany handle on the car, Xu Yuan shook his head:

   "The horse feed is well prepared, but this ghost old man is still so elegant."

   "Thanks to the third son's praise, the old slave has led the horse and drove the horse for the Lord Xiangguo all his life, and besides killing people, this is the only skill left."

   "." Xu Yuan.

   A hoarse voice like scratching old bark suddenly sounded, and Xu Yuan's movement of pulling the mahogany handrail suddenly froze.

   There was a moment of silence,

  The voice of Naruka Old Bark continued to come from behind, dull and weird:

   "If you scare the third son, please forgive me."

  Xu Yuan restrained his mind and slowly let go of the armrest, but what he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye made his heart beat slightly stagnant.

  The horse shed here is very simple, just a wooden shed built on top of a few simple wooden pillars, with a wide ventilation and a wide view, and you can see the twisted gray and white woods around.

   But at this moment,

  The originally fairly bright forest around was being engulfed by some kind of infiltrating black mist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Counting the time, everything around seemed to disappear out of thin air, and it became pitch black.

   And Ran Qingmo, who was standing one meter beside him just now, disappeared, except for the stable, there was only a real soul standing quietly beside him.

   But it is not the appearance of Gui Qi, but the soul body of a saint, with the black soul ring on his fingertips.

   Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan's pupils shrank slightly.

  He didn't care about the life and death of the saint's remnant soul from the beginning to the end.

  Although the remnant soul of the saint has lived for tens of thousands of years, he may not necessarily know as much useful information as he does.

  What Xu Yuan really cares about is the Saint Remnant Soul's ability to protect him from the beginning to the end.

   After all, no matter how strong Ran Qingmo is, he still cannot integrate with him.

   If some powerful enemies were to fight, he would only become Ran Qingmo's weakness. While fighting, she had to worry about the aftermath of the battle so that he would not be shocked to death.

  The remnant soul of the saint, as a portable grandfather, can possess himself to fight.

  Full AI manual control, you don't have to worry about being shocked to death by the aftermath.

   The perfect bodyguard.

  But Xu Yuan is actually planning to use benefits to bind the saint's remnant soul.

  He knew exactly what kind of bird this saint remnant soul was, and he also knew what this saint remnant soul wanted.

But now it seems that Xu Changge seems to have other ideas, and Xu Yuan doesn't know what the big brother wants to do, but now it seems that Xu Changge wants Mr. Gui to gnaw the remnant soul of the saint directly, and then the dove will occupy the magpie's nest It came to protect him.

   But the problem is,

   Yin Gui, is it really reliable?

  Although the remnant soul of a saint is unreliable, it can at least be bound by the logic of interests, but the existence of ghosts is born for destruction.

  The situation in front of him caught Xu Yuan a little unprepared, and thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind.

   Is this also planned by that elder brother?

   Shouldn't be so, right?

   Let him face a second-rank ghost as soon as he comes up with a seventh-rank tempering pulse, and the strength is not so high, right?

  But if it wasn’t planned by that big brother

   Hiss.

  Xu Yuan ran the exercises quietly, carefully choosing his words:

   "Are you Mr. Ghost?"

  The saint's soul body has no white eyes at all at this time, and his eyes are full of the extremely rich black, and his voice is still so dry:

   "Third Young Master, there is no need to be nervous, he is still an old slave for the time being."

  Xu Yuan silently dispersed the exercises.

   For a ghost of this level, if you want to kill him, you really don’t need to speak any reason, but what does the other party mean by this?

"temporary?"

"Um."

"here it is?"

   "This is the ghost domain created by the old slave with the source soul of the saint."

   "The source of the saint's soul. What about Luo Daofan?"

   "Temporarily suppressed by the old slave."

   "Did you not swallow him?"

   "Of course not." Gui Qizhi answered everything.

  Xu Yuan paused, hesitantly speaking: "After that, will you share the same soul body?"

  He knows that the body in this world can be shared by two souls, but whether the soul body can be shared touches his cultural desert.

  Ghost Seven was silent for a moment, without any ups and downs in his voice:

   "No, the old slave will dissipate soon."

  Xu Yuan's pupils shrank: "Dissipate? Didn't Xu Changge let you devour the saint's soul?"

  Ghost Seven's chapped lips seemed to move, but in the end he just shook his head slightly:

   "The old slave wants to protect the third son to travel around the world, and wants to continue to lead horses and chariots for Lord Xiangguo, but it may be difficult to realize the body of a ghost."

   "If the eldest son hadn't arrived a month ago, the old slave might have become a irrational ghost. Even if the soul is locked with a secret method, it has reached its limit by now."

   Silence.

  In the dark ghost domain, Xu Yuan counted his breath quietly, and asked softly:

   "But since this is the case, what is the purpose of doing this?"

   "For soul fusion."

   As he spoke, Gui Qi slowly turned his eyes, raised his palm and pointed at his soul body:

   "If successful, this saint will be loyal to our Prime Minister's Mansion."

Ghost Qi's rough voice resounded angrily: "But the old slave is incompetent and failed, but don't worry, the third son, although he can't make him loyal to Lord Xiangguo, the old slave has already engraved the idea of ​​protecting you in his mind." among."

  Xu Yuan was taken aback when he heard this.

  Exchange your life for a thought seal?

  Thoughts flashed, and at this moment he finally understood what Xu Changge wanted to do.

  But looking at the extremely calm Ghost Seven in front of him, he turned silent again.

  Loyalty that will not change even if you turn into a ghost.

  After being quiet for a long time, Xu Yuan whispered:

   "Old Mr. Gui, you came to find me on purpose, do you want me to bring something to my father?"

  He remembered what the other party asked him to do in the cave just now.

  Ghost Seven nodded slightly:

"Um."

  Xu Yuan took a deep breath:

   "Tell me, I will tell you the truth."

   "Thank you, Third Young Master."

  Ghost Seven bowed his head and saluted solemnly, his dry voice trembling slightly:

   "Ghost Qi is incompetent, ashamed to face Mr. Xiangguo."

   After finishing speaking, Gui Qi slowly stood up straight.

  Xu Yuan was silent for a few breaths:

   "That's the only sentence?"

   "Stained with the blood of my comrades, the old slave has no face to say more."

  Ghost Seven shook his head.

   After finishing speaking, the soul ring came out from his fingertips and flew to Xu Yuan.

   And the next moment,

  Ghost domain dissipated,

  A crooked phantom that was about to dissipate separated from the nearly solidified saint's soul and floated into the sky.

  The setting sun is like blood, just like before Jiazi.

  The stooped old man stood among the mountains and forests, bowing down towards the imperial capital for the last time

  (end of this chapter)