Chapter 145 The desire to survive and the obsession are pulling
When Ye Xiang's fingertips passed through Xiao Qihao's translucent soul, a piercing chill came from her fingertips.
He suddenly tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub the elusive soul into his bones and blood.
But there was only the cold mist that kept spreading in my arms, and I couldn't even grasp the slightest touch of anything.
"Qihao... look at me,"
His voice trembled like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, and the tail tone was trembling because of his teeth.
"Are you okay? Is it cold in here?"
Xiao Qihao's soul swayed slightly in his arms, and that familiar face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
His eyelashes were drooping, and there was a fine frost on them.
A pair of eyes that were once filled with the sea of stars now look like two pools of stagnant water. The pupils have dispersed into blurry gray shadows, and they are too lazy to even focus.
Ye Xiang looked at the dark circles under his eyes, and her throat tightened with pain.
Just as she was about to raise her hand to touch his cold cheek, Shen Qingze gently grabbed her wrist.
"Don't touch him."
Shen Qingze's voice was very low, and the white force of his fingertips revealed his restraint.
"He has no self-awareness now. You can see that the edges of his soul are becoming ethereal. I'm afraid he has been severely corroded by the resentment of this land of the dead."
Ye Xiang raised his eyes to look at Yeluvis standing in the shadows. His golden pupils were surprisingly bright in the dim light.
"Do you have any way to make him sober up temporarily? At least... ask him if he is willing to go with us."
Yeluvis's bony fingers paused in the air, then flicked them.
A faint golden light flashed like a meteor and landed precisely on Xiao Qihao's forehead.
The chaotic gray fog was like a lake with a stone thrown into it, with tiny ripples appearing around the center of the eyebrows.
A little warm light slowly appeared in his dilated pupils, like a candle that was about to go out in the cold night.
Although faint, it really exists.
But that little bit of light always condensed deep in my eyes, never moving away.
Not to mention the lively spirit of the past.
"It has temporarily fixed his soul."
Yeluvis withdrew his hand, and his black robe fluttered gently in the windless space.
“You can only ask simple yes or no questions, and he will answer subconsciously.”
He looked up at Ye Xiang's red eyes, his tone calm and even.
"There's no need to ask complicated questions. He can't give the answers."
Ye Xiang nodded vigorously, pressing her knuckles against her lower lip to stop herself from crying.
He took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on Xiao Qihao's twinkling eyes, and asked word by word,
"Qihao, are you willing to... go back to the world of the living with us?"
The air seemed to freeze.
Xiao Qihao's soul remained still, his eyelashes and lips did not move.
Even the mist around the edge of the soul body no longer dissipated.
He just hung there quietly.
Like a glass statue that has been drained of all emotions, even the most instinctive reaction is stingy.
Ye Xiang's heart sank little by little, and the temperature of her fingertips was even colder than Xiao Qihao's soul.
Shen Qing took a half step forward and looked at Yeluvis calmly.
"What's going on? Why is he not reacting?"
Yeluweisi's gaze fell on the fading golden light between Xiao Qihao's eyebrows, and his voice became a little indifferent.
"My survival instinct is so weak that even my subconscious mind doesn't bother to respond to this question."
With a buzzing sound, Ye Xiang felt a ball of white noise exploding in his head.
He staggered back half a step, and only steady himself after his lower back hit the cold stone wall.
The calmness I had just maintained collapsed in an instant.
The blood drained away from his face, even his lips turned pale.
Only his eye sockets were frighteningly red, as if there were two fires burning inside, but they could not warm up the despair that suddenly rose in his eyes.
Shen Qing clenched the talisman in his sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning pale blue due to the force.
He turned his head to look at Ye Xiang.
He bit his lower lip tightly, and finally couldn't hold back his tears, which rolled down his cheeks and broke into tiny ice crystals on the ground.
In this land of the dead, even tears have lost their temperature.
Ye Xiang stared at the shaky golden light between Xiao Qihao's eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something. Her fingertips twisted her sleeves and trembled slightly.
"Qihao, do you... still remember me?"
The moment the words fell, Xiao Qihao's drooping eyelashes suddenly trembled very slightly.
The vibration is as thin as a spider's silk brushing across the water.
If Ye Xiang's eyes had not been fixed on his face, he would have missed this fleeting movement.
What was even more surprising was that the dim warm light in his eyes actually began to ripple, as if a small stone had been thrown into it.
Although it was not completely bright, it was shaking.
"He moved!"
Ye Xiang's breathing suddenly stopped.
The knuckles of his hands gripping his sleeves turned white from the force he was using, and even his voice was cracking with excitement.
"Look, his eyelashes are moving!"
Shen Qing took a half step closer, his silver-grey pupils narrowed in the dimness.
“It’s a subconscious reaction.”
He turned to Jerusalem,
"Is this a sure thing?"
Yeluvis' fingertips hovered beside Xiao Qihao's soul, watching the fluctuation of the faint light.
"If the eyelashes tremble for more than three breaths, it is considered as a consent."
Ye Xiang's heart seemed to be gently supported by a warm hand, and the blood that had just fallen to freezing point seemed to warm up a little.
He took a deep breath, a choking warmth welled up in his throat, and asked again,
"So... do you want me to stay here?"
This time the reaction was more obvious than before.
The golden light between Xiao Qihao's eyebrows suddenly brightened.
The originally scattered gray pupils shrank slightly, as if trying hard to see something clearly.
Although he did not nod, the mist around the soul body surged violently.
Even the chill on Ye Xiang's fingertips became a little more severe.
“He’s resisting.”
Shen Qingze's voice was filled with subtle surprise.
"This reaction is stronger than before."
Yeluvis retracted his hand, and the ice crystals on the ground that were swept by his black robe made a shattering sound.
"It concerns your safety. His subconscious mind instinctively rejects it."
Ye Xiang looked at Xiao Qihao's still pale face, and suddenly squatted down, resting his forehead on his soul's knees.
The cold mist penetrated his collar, but he seemed unaware.
The voice was hoarse after tears.
"Then... do you want to try to come with me? Even if you only want to..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qihao's soul suddenly shook violently.
It was not the weak fluctuation just now, but the whole soul was shaking.
It felt like it was being torn apart by some force.
The glimmer in his eyes flickered, and his eyelashes trembled like the wings of a dying butterfly.
But in the end it fell silent.
The golden light between his eyebrows dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the warm light was about to go out.
"he……"
Ye Xiang's voice got stuck in her throat.
Looking at his eyes that had become desolate again, the temperature of my fingertips cooled down again.
"The desire to survive and obsession are pulling each other."
Yeluvis' voice is as cold as the wind in the land of the dead.
"He instinctively resists the word 'leave', but he is shaken by your presence. The two forces cancel each other out, and ultimately they return to nothingness."
Ye Xiang slowly stood up, the redness in her eyes faded a little, replaced by an almost stubborn brightness.
He raised his hand and gently touched Xiao Qihao's cold jaw.
"It's okay. I get it."
Shen Qing looked at the soul that was beginning to fade away under his fingertips, and suddenly said,
"Maybe we should ask it another way."
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