Chapter 768 The Return of the Gods 52
Quan Jiu: "Don't worry, you won't die. Even if you die, I will bring you back from the underworld."
He wanted to die, but she hadn't lived enough.
"Ahem...you're worried about me dying, why?"
Feng Zui put his fist to his chin and coughed lightly, his sharp black eyes staring into hers, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.
Of course, it’s because I can’t live if you die.
He couldn't tell the truth because any lies would be exposed by him, so Quan Jiu simply changed the subject.
"What is the method? Tell me quickly."
Afraid that he wouldn't tell her, she added a threat.
"If you die, I will send your body to the temple and have He Qingsui make you into a specimen. Day and night, for generations to come, you will be admired by immortal cultivators."
She emphasized the word "admire".
Feng Zui imagined a large group of cultivators in flowing white robes punching, kicking and spitting at his specimen. Strangely, he didn't feel angry, but instead laughed strangely.
He also believed that she would definitely do such a wicked thing.
"I'm not telling you because there's almost no other way."
Feng Zui's chest was mostly wet with bright red blood, but he didn't even look at it.
"If there is someone who can take on the evil spirit in my body, reduce the evil spirit in my body, and give me time to refine it and breathe, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."
But the problem is that the innate evil spirit can kill people even if they are touched by even a little bit, not to mention the evil spirit entering the body.
Feng Zui has been affected by the evil spirit since he was a child, and he can understand the pain of evil spirit entering the body better than anyone else. No one will suffer for him for no reason. Even if there is, ordinary people cannot withstand the devouring of evil spirit and will definitely die suddenly.
Unless it's that person.
Quan Jiu frowned and thought carefully, choosing the right person.
He Qingsui was indeed powerful enough, but the other party had a bad relationship with Feng Zui, so the possibility of He Qingsui sacrificing himself for others was almost zero...
"Is He Qingsui okay?" She decided to give it a try.
Apart from Feng Zui, he is the strongest person in the entire Cangkong Continent and has the greatest possibility of success.
"Don't even think about it."
What was surprising was that the man who had been so easy to talk to just now suddenly looked gloomy, as if she had said something unforgivable.
Quan Jiu: "He is a true god like you?"
Wake up!
Isn’t it good to be alive?
"impossible."
Feng Zui's tone was more determined than ever before.
Quan Jiu felt that he was being pretentious: "Why?"
It's not good for a man to be too pretentious.
Don't spoil them.
Feng Zui met her confused and puzzled eyes, pinched her chin with his slender fingers, and said with sharp black eyes, word by word:
"Do you know how to share the evil energy in my body?"
Quan Jiu: “???”
Suddenly I had a bad feeling.
Feng Zui: "Spiritual connection."
Quan Jiu: “…”
sorry.
She was wrong.
She is the one who did it.
The term "spiritual communication" was first spread from the Hehuan Sect. Men and women who became Taoist partners would open their spiritual seas to each other and practice immersively together.
For a cultivator, the sea of spiritual consciousness is more sensitive than any part of the body. After spiritual intercourse, the consciousness of men and women are connected, and they have a complete and deeper understanding of each other's bodies.
Let Feng Zui and He Qingsui communicate with each other...
"cough!"
Quan Jiu lowered his head and pretended nothing happened, then touched the tip of his nose.
"I'll think of another way."
Feng Zui: "There is no other way."
He couldn't have lied about this. The path forward that Quan Jiu had finally found was blocked.
As a dying person, Feng Zui was calmer than her. The little orange cat hiding under the bed bravely poked its head out and stared at the two uninvited guests in the house with vigilance and curiosity.
Feng Zui stretched out a finger and flicked it on the forehead. The orange cat protested in dissatisfaction and the fur on its body stood up.
“This is how you pet a cat.”
Quan Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, so he stretched out his five fingers to scratch the little orange cat's chin. The little orange cat changed its previous alertness, squinted its eyes comfortably, made a light "gurgling" sound in its throat, and rubbed the back of Quan Jiu's hand with its furry head.
Feng Zui Feng narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction: "You have no sense."
The little orange cat turned its butt towards him, without even turning its head, and wagged its tail perfunctorily.
Feng Zui naturally wouldn't bother to please someone who doesn't like him. He sat at the head of the bed, looking at the man and the cat indifferently.
After Quan Jiu found some food to feed the cat, he returned to the room and saw Feng Zui who was unconscious.
"Stinky monk?"
She raised her hand and slapped his cheek hard, but even with such great force, he didn't wake up.
Holding the wrist and probing it, Quan Jiu's eyes darkened slightly.
The power of gods and Buddhas in Feng Zui's body kept dissipating, as if realizing that the host was about to die. The battle between the heavenly thunder and the evil spirit became more and more fierce, and the winner was bound to be decided after Feng Zui's death.
After this fight, Feng Zui's physical condition deteriorated visibly. He was now like a balloon with a hole in it. Once the gas inside the balloon was released, his death would be imminent.
"System, is there any solution?"
Tongzi expressed grievance: "Master Zero and Master 001 can't do anything about it. I'm a new system, so please don't make things difficult for me."
After saying that, it hesitated for a moment and stammered.
"There's no solution, but there is a crooked way..."
"explain."
"Host, since Feng Zui is dead, you will die too. Instead of letting this happen, why not give it a try?"
Quan Jiu understood its meaning immediately.
Staring at the unconscious man on the bed, the corners of her mouth twitched.
"When he wakes up, he'll probably strangle me to death."
………
Between "death" and "possible death", Quan Jiu decisively chose the latter.
She had no experience, Feng Zui was unconscious, and she could only grope and explore on her own.
Her consciousness was like the tentacles of a snail, cautiously exploring Feng Zui's sea of consciousness. Even though he had fallen into a coma, Feng Zui's sea of consciousness was still majestic and vast, carrying a heavy pressure.
Quan Jiu felt a huge threat, but she did not stop. The result of facing the challenge was that when she accidentally touched the membrane of Feng Zui's sea of consciousness, the man lying on the bed suddenly trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes fluttered.
Quan Jiu's entire body trembled violently, and his body was completely out of control.
A subtle feeling of comfort, mixed with indescribable emotions, spread throughout my body.
Enduring the discomfort, she passed through Fengzui's defensive membrane and officially entered his sea of consciousness.
His smell was everywhere.
The cool, faint air surrounded her in every way.
Quan Jiu's legs softened and his breathing quickened suddenly.
She pinched her palms with her fingertips to calm herself down and get down to business.
Feng Zui's sea of consciousness was experiencing violent storms and lightning. The originally calm sea surface was surging with wind and waves, and the huge waves were dozens of meters high. She was standing on the shore and was almost swept into the sea and killed by the huge waves.
Quan Jiu's expression was solemn: "He is in such a state now that we can't delay any longer..."
The longer you wait, the worse it will get.
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