The white-haired man asked again, but there was still no emotional color in his words, as if this was not something that was forced, but something was being stated.

Mu Chuan hesitated for a moment, staring at the ice-condensing snow lotus in the white-haired man's hand.

Mu Chuan knew very well that with the medical skills of this era, Hua Henmu became a vegetable, and it would basically never be able to wake up.

Then only by using this ice-condensing snow lotus that escapes from ordinary things can Hua Henmu be awakened.

However, this ice-condensing snow lotus is not that good. Judging from the white-haired man’s words, I’m afraid that the price Mu Chuan has to pay must be the soul.

Before today, Mu Chuan's understanding of the soul has always been quite vague.

After all, something like the soul is one of the most mysterious things.

From ancient times to the present, people from all ages have had infinite exploration of the soul.

Of course, until the 21st century, people still did not have a clear understanding of the soul.

However, Mu Chuan now understands that humans really have souls.

This white-haired man doesn't seem to be joking!

Mu Chuan was still hesitating, and the white-haired man did not ask, quietly waiting for Mu Chuan's reply.

At this time, Mingzhu finally recovered from the shock.

I don’t know where she got the courage, but she actually ran to the white-haired man.

"God, do you think my grandmother's soul has always been in this Buddhist bead before?"

The white-haired man nodded and answered.

After confirmation, Mingzhu's tears suddenly flowed out.

She finally understood why she had always turned bad luck into good luck over the years. It turned out that her grandmother had been secretly protecting her.

Thinking of this, an impulse surged out of my heart and could no longer control it.

Mingzhu begged to the white-haired man: "God, can I see my grandmother?

Even just one glance?"

"cost?"

The white-haired man responded without any hesitation.

Similarly, the white-haired man also began to ask Mingzhu about the price.

Mu Chuanmoto hesitated, but when Mingzhu got involved, he suddenly became anxious.

Mu Chuan hurriedly ran to Mingzhu and grabbed Mingzhu.

"Don't do stupid things! People cannot be resurrected. It is really unwise to see your grandmother at the cost of your soul!"

Just kidding, Mu Chuan can't watch Mingzhu do stupid things.

Mingzhu looked back at Mu Chuan, smiled bitterly, and said, "But, Brother Mu also intends to exchange your soul for your sister's life?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mu Chuan fell silent.

Even though hesitated now, Mu Chuan actually had an answer in his mind.

According to the deeds of Mingzhu's grandmother Mingxiu, it will be exchanged for the soul at the cost of the soul and will not take effect immediately, and will only take effect after death.

In other words, even if Mu Chuan exchanged his soul for the ice-condensing snow lotus, at least before his death, he would not have to worry about anything.

As for what happened after death.

Let's talk about it after death.

Thinking of this, Mu Chuan sighed silently and stopped persuading Zhu.

He knew very well that Mingzhu was extremely eager for family affection from the bottom of her heart. With the opportunity to see her grandmother, no matter how much she persuaded her, it would be useless.

So Mu Chuan let go of the pearl.

Mingzhu walked to the white-haired man again and said firmly: "God, I am willing to use my soul to exchange for the opportunity to see my grandmother."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired man responded.

“Not established.”

This was not just Mingzhu at once, but even Mu Chuan was stunned.

Soul is not enough at the cost?

Just when Mu Chuan wanted to speak for Mingzhu, the white-haired man's next words made the two even more stunned.

The gray-haired man said: "The value of the soul is far beyond your requirements. This transaction is unfair and cannot be achieved."

Hearing this, Mu Chuan couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked tentatively: "Senior, then if I exchange my soul for the ice-condensing snow lotus, is it true?"

“Not established.”

The gray-haired man once again gave a negative answer.

This made Mu Chuan happy all of a sudden.

He understood that this white-haired man was quite fair, and his efforts and gains must be equal.

Mingzhu's grandmother Mingxiu was half-dead at the beginning and was rescued by the white-haired man. This was almost an exchange of life and death, and the price was not small.

However, this time I was just exchanged for a flower that might be everywhere here, so the price would naturally not be comparable to life and death, and I would not have to pay such a price as the soul.

As for Mingzhu's request, although it sounds absurd to see her grandmother's soul, it must be a difficult task with the technology mastered by the white-haired man, and the price he has to pay will probably not be too high.

Thinking of this level, Mu Chuan was completely relieved.

He asked again: "So, senior, what exactly are we going to pay?

Please make clear to seniors.”

The white-haired man is not ink.

He pointed to Mingzhu and said, "Eyes."

"Eye?"

Mu Chuan was shocked. The price was indeed much smaller than that of the soul, but it was not easy.

You must know that the eyes are the window of the soul. If a person loses his eyes, he will live in a daze of darkness, which will make him feel so uncomfortable.

Before Mu Chuan could finish being surprised, the white-haired man pointed at Mu Chuan again.

"One Hundred and Thirty Seven Points."

“!!”

Mu Chuan couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The gray-haired man proposed a very detailed number, which exactly corresponds to Mu Chuan's existing total points.

In other words, the white-haired man not only knew that Mu Chuan owned the system, but even knew the details of Mu Chuan's system.

"Who are you?"

Mu Chuan looked at the white-haired man in shock. This was his first time, and he felt a strong sense of helplessness.

This feeling is like, when I was a child, I didn’t get the exam, I lie down in bed and sleep, the drunk father came home, and after learning about his grades, he slowly walked towards the room with a stick. This is the feeling of oppression and helplessness.

"You are not qualified to know."

The white-haired man replied.

“…”

At this moment, an unreal feeling was born in Mu Chuan's heart.

Is the world you live in really the world you used to be?

Is he a time traveler or?

Another form of existence?

After some doubts about some possibilities, Mu Chuan couldn't help but doubt his life.

Just as Mu Chuan was gradually becoming crazy, the white-haired man's voice once again pulled him back to reality.

"If you want to know the truth of everything."

"Just achieve your ultimate mission."

The white-haired man's voice was like a dream, not in his ears, but directly in his mind.

Mu Chuan's breathing was almost stagnant.

This sound system!

At almost the same time, a task description also came into view.
Chapter completed!