The words of Taoist Master Han Guang echoed in everyone's ears.
This moment.
The young King Qin Guang stopped playing with his phone, blinked one clear eye and one dark eye, and looked at the old Taoist Han Guang.
"Your life span is running out... Are you going to die, Grandpa?"
Although he has not yet recovered his memory, as the King Qin Guang who presided over the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld for a long time, as he heard about the death-related lifespan running out, the young King Qin Guang could not help but be attracted to it.
"Yes, Lord Qin Guang."
The old Taoist Hanguang smiled and responded to the young King Qin Guang.
"I wonder if Lord Qin Guang has noticed the old Taoist's age. I don't have much time left, and what I can do now is to use my last remaining energy to help Lord Qin Guang regain his memory and lend a helping hand."
Seeing Qin Ye's gaze.
Taoist Master Han Guang explained.
"I, the old Taoist priest, have just arrived to discuss this with Professor Chen. I am willing to contribute myself to the research on infected spirits. Professor Chen wants to try to create a body that is half infected like Lord Qin Guang."
"Firstly, if I can succeed, perhaps I, the old Taoist, will have the possibility of returning to this world like Lord Qin Guang."
"At that time, we can also provide the semi-infected body as research material to help Lord Qin Guang recover."
"Secondly, if it fails, it would at least prove that leaving a half-infected body to avoid being infected by the infected spirit is not possible, or at least not easily accomplished."
at this time.
Although Taoist Hanguang said it was easy, the people and ghosts present at the scene would most likely not be able to return from this collaborative infection research.
Sudden.
The little Qin Guangwang suddenly said something.
"It's dangerous."
The old Taoist Han Guang was stunned for a moment, looked at the young King Qin Guang, and immediately stroked his white beard and smiled.
"It seems that my decision was right. We haven't even started trying it yet, but it seems to be helping Lord Qin Guangwang."
Also at this time.
Ghost Queen Yanzhi asked the young King Qin Guang.
"Qin Guang, have you remembered some of your memories?"
Little King Qin Guang shook his head.
"No, dear, I just heard what this old man said, and I felt that what he was about to do was very dangerous. It seemed very dangerous."
Qin Ye said at this time.
"Little Qin Guang's three souls and seven spirits are originally King Qin Guang. In his subconscious, he may have realized that what the old man did was similar to what he did in the past, and he made a conditioned reflex."
Immediately following.
Qin Ye looked towards the Taoist priest Han Guang.
"Old man, are you sure you want to do this? If you're worried about your lifespan, I can talk to Bao Zheng and ask him to grant you another hundred years of life."
However, Taoist Master Han Guang shook his head.
He stroked his beard.
"How could it be so easy to add a hundred years of life to the Book of the Dead? Even if the Book of the Dead is in the hands of the Underworld, the Underworld cannot easily modify it. It requires immense merit, otherwise it cannot be easily modified."
"I, the old Taoist, know my own limitations. A single drop of merit cannot buy me any extra life. It's better to keep it to protect me in the cycle of reincarnation, and increase my chances of reincarnation after being infected."
He had just finished speaking.
The Ghost Queen Yanzhi looked at Old Man Han Guang.
Although she was not familiar with the Taoist priest Han Guang, Qin Ye was familiar with him, she said immediately.
"Even if your merits are insufficient, the Yama Kings in the Ten Courts of Hell can still change your fate. Your husband has done a great favor to Yama King. If you ask, Yama King will not refuse to extend your life."
Taoist Master Hanguang smiled.
"In fact, Fellow Daoist Wang mentioned this to me when I came here. Although Qin Ye can intercede for King Yama and add to my life span."
"But how could I, an old Taoist, not know that if someone changes the life span in the Death Record for no reason, even the Ten Kings of Hell would have to work hard to do it."
"Now that the underworld has been damaged, the Ten Kings of Hell are all struggling to take care of themselves. How can I, an old Taoist priest, trouble King Yama at this critical moment?"
For a while.
The people and ghosts present were silent.
The man in the black fog glanced sideways.
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