Ning Fan spent nearly half a month arranging everything he could think of.
Next, it’s his own improvement.
Chong Wujie's figure has become increasingly blurred.
Ning Fan was not surprised by this situation, but he was not able to face it calmly.
After Jian Wuchou left, Ning Fan deliberately kept a certain distance from the people in the sword world.
Since separation is inevitable, he doesn't want to endure that suffocating feeling anymore.
Maybe this can also be considered a form of self-protection!
"Boy, what are you thinking about?"
Chong Wujie was still sitting on his coffin. Even though everything was blurry and almost disappeared, he still spoke a word.
Ning Fan looked at him while enduring the gravity that was more than ten times greater than that created by Zhong Wujie.
"I wonder which coffin will be opened next."
Chong Wujie was startled, then curled his lips and said, "What you said is quite hurtful! I'm still here! Are you already thinking about the next one?"
Ning Fan suddenly asked, "How much longer can you hold on?"
Chong Wujie paused.
Then he looked down at his almost transparent body.
"Half a month, about that."
"Don't you feel any regret?"
Ning Fan said seriously, "Although Jian Wuchou has been saying that you have all died once and are now just residual souls, once you disappear from here, you... will truly no longer exist in this world."
Chong Wujie laughed.
"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. People who have died once are actually more afraid of death."
Ning Fan looked at Zhong Wujie silently without saying a word.
Chong Wujie gradually restrained his smile.
A rare look of helplessness and sadness appeared on his face.
"But, if I'm afraid... won't I die?"
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