Chapter 98 Dissipation

  Dusk is here, and the golden sunset falls 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 avenue, the carriage was nowhere to be seen.

   After searching carefully, I found out that the Yanhoe 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 fog except for the ghost who claims to be the old ghost, but after seeing the forage and dried fruit in the trough waiting for the horses to eat , and immediately dismissed this idea.

  Horse driving 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.”

   “Thank you for the praise of the third son, the old slave has been leading the horse and driving for the Lord Xiangguo all his life. Apart from killing people, this is the only skill left.”

   “.” Xu Yuan.

   Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded like scratching old bark, and Xu Yuan’s movement of pulling on the mahogany handrail suddenly froze.

  A moment of silence,

  The voice of the old tree 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, that is, a wooden shed is built on the top of a few simple wooden pillars.

   But at this moment,

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

  After a few breaths of time, everything around me 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 Ghost Seven, 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 does not necessarily know as much useful information as he does.

  What Xu Yuan really cares about, from the beginning to the end, is only the saint’s remnant soul, which can protect him comprehensively.

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

  If you encounter some strong enemies and fight, he will only become Ran Qingmo’s weakness. While fighting, she has to worry about the aftermath of the battle so that he will not be shocked to death.

  The remnant soul of the saint, as a portable grandfather, can possess and 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 remnant soul of this saint.

  He knows exactly what kind of bird this saint remnant soul is, and he also knows what this saint remnant soul wants.

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

   But the problem is,

  Ghost, is it really reliable?

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

  Xu Yuan was a little caught off guard by the situation in front of him, and thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind.

  Is this also planned by that big brother?

  Shouldn’t be so, right?

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

  But if it wasn’t planned by that big brother

  Hiss.

  Xu Yuan quietly operated the exercises, carefully choosing the 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 talk about any reason, but what does the other party mean by this?

   “Temporarily?”

   “Hmm.”

   “Here?”

   “This is the ghost realm 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.”

   “Didn’t you swallow him?”

   “I don’t have any.” 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 the horse and drive for Mr. Xiangguo, but the body of a ghost may be difficult to achieve.”

  ”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.”

   Guiqi’s rough voice resounded loudly: “But the old slave is incompetent and has failed, but the third son can rest assured that although he cannot be loyal to Lord Xiangguo, the old slave has already taken care of you.

engraved in his mind.”

  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. Ghost, 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:

   “Hmm.”

  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, and I am ashamed of Mr. Xiangguo.”

   After finishing speaking, Gui Qi slowly stood up straight.

  Xu Yuan was silent for a few breaths:

   “Only this 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 in front of Xu Yuan.

  The next moment,

  Ghost domain dissipates,

  A crooked phantom that was about to dissipate separated from the almost solidified soul of the saint and floated into the sky.

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

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

  (end of this chapter)