Todd stared at the pale blue spirit in front of him, his mouth agape and his eyes wide with disbelief.
A silver coin was placed on Boyle's body, and he was buried using his earth-controlling abilities. Only two people were present at the time: Todd and the already deceased Boyle. And this semi-transparent figure before them—if it could have caused this, then one thing is clear: souls truly exist in this world.
Rachel was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She nudged Todd with her elbow and exclaimed, "So the rumors about psychic abilities are true!"
Todd ignored the other person's words and remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a sentence in Chinese.
This is not scientific...
Boyle's soul floated in mid-air, his pale blue spiritual substance sometimes expanding and sometimes swirling. His voice, though ethereal, was filled with anxiety and agitation: "My people...where are my people?!"
Todd said to the spirit, "Your people, most of them are alive and have now safely returned to Froststone Camp."
Upon hearing Todd's words, Boyle's soul calmed down like the sea after a storm, and he said softly, "Thank you, Todd... you kept your promise."
Deirdre walked to Boyle's side, looked at the spirit's empty eyes and dazed expression, and gently asked, "Do you remember me?"
Boyle turned his head in the direction of the sound, and the moment he saw Deirdre, a look of confusion appeared on his face: "Who...are you?"
Deirdre moved closer, looking at the soul with hopeful eyes: "When I was five years old, I first saw you, and my father later promised to let me be your wife..."
Boyle's gaze passed through Deirdre and looked into the distant void, his face still bearing that empty expression.
“What’s going on?” Todd turned his head and asked Rachel in a low voice, “It seems that Boyle doesn’t remember anyone except his own people and me.”
As Rachel pondered, she said, "According to the notebook written by a medium in the council of elders, after death, humans develop different kinds of obsessions depending on their experiences in life and their own willpower. Some are attached to their families, some are attached to their wealth, and some crave revenge."
Todd said thoughtfully, "In other words, the soul retains its way of thinking from its previous life, but the memories will gradually fade, leaving only the things it cherishes most in life."
"That should be true, but research on spiritual mediums and other spiritual beings is extremely scarce. We can only speculate about the details of the soul, and we cannot know whether they are correct or not."
As the two were talking, Deirdre continued to question Boyle's soul. But no matter what she said, the only response she received was silence and doubt.
Finally, in despair, Deirdre completely broke down. She stood before Boyle, her hands outstretched in vain, trying to grasp the formless spirit, and cried out, "Why have you forgotten me?! Am I so insignificant and lowly in your life?! Is there not even a shred of space left for me in your heart?!"
As the woman's plaintive voice grew louder, the entire soul space began to shake violently.
Rachel's eyes widened, and she muttered to herself, "Something's not right."
The shaking intensified, accompanied by a piercing cracking sound from the ceiling and the ground. At that moment, Todd suddenly let out a roar, the excruciating pain in his body forcing him to clutch his head and fall to the ground, his eyes quickly turning bloodshot.
The strange phenomena in the soul world grew stronger and stronger. The stone statues in the temple crumbled and collapsed with a crash, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground, with constant tremors.
Boyle's soul rose into the air above the temple, his pale blue spirit growing brighter and brighter, his face and body becoming a jumbled mess, emitting all sorts of chaotic sounds.
Rachel reached out to grab Deirdre's arm and tell her to stop using her powers, but as soon as she touched her body, she was thrown into the air by a tremendous force and crashed heavily into the rock wall.
Reichel, who had fallen to the ground, shouted to Todd, who was not far away, "Deirdre's powers have gone out of control! If we let her continue using her mediumship, we'll all die here!"
Even without her, Todd knew things were getting worse.
This world is the embodiment of Todd's soul; if it collapses, it will first and foremost mean his death.
The immense power ravaged Todd's mind. He covered his ears with his hands and tried his best to control his will in the collapsing space, attempting to shut down the entire soul world as soon as possible.
It may have been only a second, but it felt like an eternity. Todd finally escaped the soul world with the souls of Rachel and Deirdre.
In the instant he left, Todd seemed to hear Boyle's spirit utter a word tower in the distance.
Back in the real world, the fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, but the three of them had just returned to the world of the living from the gates of hell.
Blood kept flowing from Todd's mouth and nose. His brain felt like it had been repeatedly struck by a hammer, and the whole world in front of him was completely blood-red.
His instinct for self-preservation caused him to automatically transform into an evolved form. In his body, which had become a giant monster, his enhanced pain suppression ability gradually lessened the pain throughout his body. The resulting fatigue and exhaustion caused him to slowly close his eyes.
When he woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day.
When Todd opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Rachel, who hadn't slept all night.
Rachel sat on the floor, holding Todd in her arms, staring blankly at the long-extinguished fireplace, her face pale and bloodless.
When she realized the person in her arms was gradually waking up, joy and excitement returned to her face, and Rachel exclaimed excitedly, "You're awake?!"
Todd shook his head, sat up, looked around, and asked, "What happened?"
Rachel wrapped her arms around Todd's neck and gently kissed his lips, her voice trembling as she said, "Do you know? After you fell into a coma yesterday, you didn't breathe or have a heartbeat for a whole hour. It was like your soul had left your body; you showed no signs of life."
Hearing Rachel's words, Todd asked in surprise, "Is that so?"
After saying this, Todd touched his still slightly aching head and asked Rachel, "Where is Deirdre?"
"She's still alive, but she's been in a coma." Rachel's tone was devoid of any goodwill when she mentioned Deirdre, after all, she bore half the responsibility for this incident.
Todd got up from the ground, and after confirming that there were no problems with his physical functions, he casually activated his soul space.
Entering the familiar underground temple, the stone statues remained intact, the floor showed no cracks, and the entire hall seemed as if nothing had ever happened. Everything was exactly the same as before, except... for the pale blue spirit that hovered in mid-air.
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