"He fainted from exhaustion?"

The seventh and third seats looked at the ninth seat being carried to the bed by Shen Qingzhu with some surprise in their eyes.

Shen Qingzhu nodded, "We were smoking in the yard at the time, and he just stood up when he staggered and passed out."

The third seat walked to the bedside, placed his hand on the unconscious ninth seat's forehead, sensed for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"His mental strength is indeed overdrawn."

"Tsk, this idiot, is he crazy? He's fighting so hard?" The seventh seat put away the fan in his hand and rolled his eyes. "Lord Yi Yu is not here, who is he showing off to?"

Shen Qingzhu raised his head and stared into the eyes of the cheongsam woman in front of him, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Woman, be more respectful with your words. It is because of people like you who are sneaky and cunning that our progress is so slow..."

The seventh seat narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Qingzhu, "Oh, you two have a really good relationship? You're both starting to stand up for him? Newcomer?"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes became even colder.

"Okay, stop talking." The third seat said faintly, "Everyone go out, let the ninth seat rest for a while... By the way, the food in the manor is almost finished. Tenth seat, you and the seventh seat go out to buy some. You don't need to buy too much this time, just enough for a few days. Go quickly and come back soon."

The seventh seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu, snorted coldly, and walked out of the house.

There was a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

"Okay... Third Seat Master."

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laboratory.

Pale golden sunlight shone through the window, casting a faint halo on the silver-white test bench. A young man in a coat stood beside the bench, carefully using tools to cut open the skin of the body.

Jiang Er, wearing a white dress, sat in the corner, watching An Qingyu's actions, with a look of doubt in her eyes.

She floated down gently from the bookshelf, landed in front of An Qingyu, and blinked.

An Qingyu came back to his senses from work and looked into Jiang Er's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and smiled and said:

"I forgot you couldn't speak, wait a minute..."

He turned and walked out of the room.

When he came back, he had a small dark blue MP3 in his hand.

In this era, MP3 can be considered an antique. An Qingyu searched through all the clutter in the attic before finding this rare thing.

He turned on the MP3 player, adjusted the volume, and placed it next to the test bench.

"The sound quality of this thing is much better than that of the old TV. It should be closer to your own voice." An Qingyu said with a smile.

Jiang Er stared at the MP3 and gently raised his hand.

Sizzle...

A faint electric sound came from the MP3 player.

"Welcome to FM101.1, this is... Zizi... Welcome to the noon storytelling session. The last book said that in the ninth imperial era of the Earth, Qian Ming crushed the divine world, and then... Zizi Zizi... Follow me, my left hand and my right hand, in slow motion... Zizi Zi...

You...zizizi, what are you doing?"

The disturbance of the magnetic field caused the MP3 signal to be continuously interfered with. After debugging for a while, Jiang Er finally connected it to his own channel.

Different from the voice that came from the old TV before, her voice now is more real. It is the unique voice of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, green and full of youthful breath.

An Qingyu held the scalpel in his hand and smiled, "I'm helping you repair your body."

"Repair the body?" Jiang Er looked at the intact corpse. "Didn't you put it together for me?"

An Qingyu shook his head. "That's just for the convenience of transportation. It's not enough to just piece the limbs together. Your body has been exposed to the air for so long that it has been rotten on a large scale. I want to help you restore your body to its original state... to the way it looked when you were alive.

I will erase all the wounds on your body, reorganize your muscles, revive your cells, and make your skin glow again...

Although I cannot revive you,

But I will make your body as beautiful as ever."

Jiang Er was stunned.

"Is this...really possible?"

"I can do it." An Qingyu pushed up his glasses. "Maybe I'm the only one in this world who can do it."

Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu's eyes and bit her lip, "Why are you helping me?"

"In order to preserve the physiological functions of your brain, I will use ice to completely seal your body. Not only your brain, but your entire body and appearance will be frozen in a frozen state...

I think your appearance should be captured at its most beautiful moment."

An Qingyu smiled slightly, "Besides, bringing life back to a dead body is a very challenging thing. I have always wanted to give it a try."

His smile was pure and quiet, like the sunlight pouring in from the window. There was no trace of distracting thoughts in his clear eyes.

Even though he was holding a knife and standing next to the corpse, he did not make people feel gloomy or dark at all. Instead, he made people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

Jiang Er looked at his smile, feeling a little dazed.

"Thank you……"

After a long time, her voice slowly came out from the MP3.

"You're welcome."

An Qingyu lowered his head and continued his repair work. In his hands, the body covered with corpse spots and blood scabs was gradually returning to its original appearance...

Jiang Er sat quietly by the side, watching his body come to life in the boy's hands. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Will I... really have eternal life?" Jiang Er asked softly.

"Do you want to live forever?"

"...I don't want to." Jiang Er was silent for a moment, "I can only move within one kilometer around my body, like a bird trapped in a cage, like a fish locked in a tank...If I lose my freedom, no matter how long I can exist, I will just be an eternal prisoner.

I don’t want to be a prisoner…”

An Qingyu nodded, "I understand how you feel. Actually, it's not accurate to say it's eternal life..."

He raised his head and looked into Jiang Er's eyes. "It should be said that as long as I am alive, you will not die."

Jiang Er looked at the boy's face and stood there in a daze.

"My ice will seal your body. As long as the ice is there, your [Spiritual Field] will continue to function, and you will continue to exist...

If I die one day, the ice and snow will melt,

In three days, you will completely disappear."

A breeze blew in slowly from the window, lifting a corner of the white curtains and brushing across Jiang Er's invisible body.

She stared at An Qingyu for a long time, and a helpless and bitter smile appeared on her cold face.

"So, my fate is tied to yours?"

"Um."

"But I don't know your name yet." Jiang Er lifted the black hair beside her ear, stretched out her white hand, and spoke softly.

"My name is Jiang Er, Jiang of Jianghai, Er of Erhai Lake."

"My name is An Qingyu." He said with a smile, "Yu as in fish."

His palm passed through the pale golden sunlight and gently held that invisible hand.

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