Outside the hall.

Guan Zai frowned and looked at Zuo Qing in confusion, "Exchange life? Exchange what life?"

Zuo Qing opened his mouth and was about to explain something when a bright Buddha light instantly enveloped the entire mountain. The three of them couldn't help but close their eyes at the same time.

After the Buddha's light appeared, Zuo Qing keenly noticed that a breath of air in the temple behind him was rapidly disappearing...

He turned around and stared blankly at the tightly closed door in the hall, like a man who had lost his soul.

"Ye Fan..." he muttered to himself.

…

Fasting place.

Deep inside the mental hospital.

"Xiao Yu'er, have you eaten today?"

"Xiao Cao'er, why are you sleeping again?"

"Little Stone! Why don't you answer my question!"

A man with messy hair and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown squatted at the door of the fasting center, staring at the stones under his feet and muttering something to himself.

Suddenly, he froze in place.

He turned his head to look at the sky in the distance, then slowly stood up. Under his messy hair, his cloudy eyes showed an unprecedented clarity...

He placed one hand on his chest and spoke with a sense of loss:

"Why... my heart hurts?"

…

A transport plane roared across the sky.

"Captain, we are about to arrive in Huaihai City, it's time to jump out of the plane!" Kong Shang, wearing a golden cloak, shook Xia Simeng, who was sleeping like a dead pig in the seat next to him with his seat belt fastened on, and a look of helplessness emerged in his eyes.

"Tsk, she sleeps so soundly..." said a team member with a wry smile.

"Isn't the captain always like this? Once she falls asleep, it's not easy for her to wake up unless someone holds a knife to her neck."

"Where's the knife? Bring one here, and let's try it."

“Just give it a try!”

The other team members were making small movements, but Xia Simeng was still sitting in her seat with her head tilted, snoring softly...

Just when several team members were discussing which knife to use, Xia Simeng was suddenly awakened from his sleep!

She was like a cannonball shot out of a gun barrel, violently shattering the seat belt on her body, leaving several afterimages, and diving into a suitcase twenty meters away, making a clanging sound.

This scene directly scared the other team members.

"The captain... the captain seemed to have heard it?" a team member asked weakly, "She won't kill us, right?"

When Kong Shang saw this scene, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the center of the piled up suitcases.

In the messy suitcase, a girl in a golden cloak was lying blankly in the middle, staring at the ceiling above her head with lifeless eyes, her face extremely pale.

"Captain, are you okay?" Kong Shang asked tentatively.

Xia Simeng lay on the ground for a long time like a sculpture, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely:

"I seem to be having a nightmare."

…

Somewhere in Daxia.

Several figures in grey cloaks were moving quickly through the jungle. In the dense forest right in front of them, a huge shadow was moving rapidly forward.

"Tianping, I will pause the time here for a while. You fly over from the sky first, and then cooperate with me to stop it." Wang Mian put one hand on the hilt of the [Yiyuan] sword at his waist, turned his head and said to Tianping beside him.

Tianping hummed, his figure floated up from the woods, and quickly rushed towards the rapidly advancing shadow.

Wang Mian took a deep breath, "Everyone, pay attention, time is paused, countdown, three, two..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Mian's body suddenly trembled, and he froze in place!

The other team members were originally ready to attack, but when they saw Wang Mian stop, they all stopped and looked at him in confusion.

"Captain, what's wrong?" asked Xuanwo.

Wang Mian unconsciously clenched his hand around the hilt of the knife, and after a moment, he slowly loosened it...

"I don't know either." He shook his head, "But I always feel that...something bad has happened."

…

Shangjing City.

The base of Night Watch 006 team.

Shao Pingge, who was sitting at his desk spinning a pen out of boredom, yawned lazily.

Opposite him, Yuan Gang was bending over a pile of documents, writing furiously.

"Are you sleepy?" Yuan Gang spoke softly when he saw this scene.

"I'm sleepy." Shao Pingge answered honestly.

"I feel sleepy, how about taking a nap?"

Shao Pingge raised his eyebrows, "This... isn't good? After all, you are helping me complete my work, and I am sleeping in front of you..."

"You still know this is your job?!" Yuan Gang glared at him and slammed his pen on the table. "It's been an entire afternoon! I've been helping you edit a document, and you've been yawning at me the entire afternoon... Doesn't it hurt your heart?"

Shao Pingge was silent for a moment, "My heart is fine."

Yuan Gang: ...

Seeing Yuan Gang's face becoming visibly gloomy, Shao Pingge coughed twice and was about to open his mouth to save the brotherhood, but his fingers suddenly slipped.

The pen that was flying between his fingers fell down.

Bang——!

The pen fell to the ground, leaving a dent in the pen cap, then rolled over and hit the darkness in the corner of the room before slowly stopping.

Looking at the pen, Shao Pingge stood there in a daze.

…

Daxia, the foggy border.

Jinian was wearing a cloak and leaning against the hood of a supercar, with his hands in the pockets of his cloak. He was looking at the huge and magnificent wall of fog in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, she frowned and subconsciously turned her head to look in a certain direction.

There was a look of doubt in her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and with a humming sound of the engine, she crashed into the seemingly endless fog and disappeared without a trace.

…

In the Buddhist temple.

The six heroic spirits stared in amazement at the black-shirted figure standing in front of the coffin, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

The man had his back to the black coffin and was looking directly at the statue of Ye Fan who was sitting in the center of the hall. He remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"…This is how it happened."

After Li Kengqiang explained everything to him, he closed his mouth.

After a long time, in the dead silence of the hall, the man slowly spoke:

"I see.

Thank you..."

He turned around stiffly, took a step forward, and walked towards the gate of the Buddhist temple in a daze.

The midday sun shone through the crack in the door, casting his back onto the floor of the hall, making him look more lonely and desolate than ever before.

Squeak——!

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the Buddhist temple. The dazzling sunlight shone into the temple. He stood in the light for a long time, two lines of tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the bluestone road under his feet...

He clenched his fists, then slowly released them and left the temple alone.

After he left, the six heroic spirits looked silently in the direction he left, and were reluctant to speak.

Finally, Wang Qing broke the silence first.

"I don't understand... How can a quarter of a soul be so strong?"

In the center, Huo Qubing, wearing armor, stared at the direction he left and spoke slowly:

“That’s not a quarter soul.

That is a complete...Mortal Sword Immortal."

"But, shouldn't he have become a Taoist? Why is his soul still intact?" Tang Yusheng was also puzzled.

Huo Qubing lowered his head and looked at the black skirt on the ground that was originally used to wrap the Liuli heart...

"Perhaps, there are things that happened that we don't know about."