The moment the spirit puppet snatched the Yang Yan Sword and stabbed him, a hole was directly stabbed through his chest. This kind of penetrating injury is almost fatal to anyone, even for cultivators.
.
However, after the sword penetrated the spirit puppet's chest, it did not shed a drop of blood, but directly pierced a hole. At the same time, a large amount of black energy continued to disperse into the air at the wound.
Obviously, although the spirit puppet at this time has a human appearance, it basically has no human characteristics. I am afraid that it is precisely because of this that the spirit puppet wants to commit suicide so much.
"kill...killme."
Just when I was dumbfounded because of Ling Puppet's suicide, Ling Puppet's weak voice rang out from his mouth. It could be seen that this kind of penetrating injury hurt him quite seriously, but it still would not cause death.
The vitality of the derivative spirit is stronger than that of the cultivator. Even if it penetrates his chest, it will not kill him. Even if he is given some time, he will recover quickly. At most, he will lose some dark energy for repair.
"Killme!"
After murmuring a few words weakly, the spirit puppet suddenly widened his eyes and shouted angrily as if he had exhausted his last strength.
Seeing that the spirit puppet's obsession with death was so deep, I nodded, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll help you."
Rather than letting this spirit puppet live in a life worse than death, it is better to free him, and I am not sure how long the seriously injured spirit puppet can maintain its self-awareness.
After I finished speaking, I didn't show any mercy. I shot out a large number of ghost energy beams without any sloppiness. Every attack hit the spirit puppet accurately.
Of course, I deliberately avoided the head. Due to both emotions and reasons, I should leave this Nigerian hero with the dignity he deserves.
Maybe the spirit puppet's own will had the upper hand at this moment, or maybe the spirit puppet was seriously injured and unable to dodge. In short, all my attacks fell on him.
Every time an attack hits, some of the black energy will dissipate from his body, and at the same time, my heart will become heavier. After all, this Nigerian black man is still essentially a human being and not a heinous monster like a derivative. I
I would definitely not feel comfortable killing him.
"Whizzing!"
With the pop-up of attacks one after another, more and more black energy leaked out of the spirit puppet, and his whole body began to gradually become transparent.
This scene immediately made me understand that this spirit puppet was not far from death, because the dark energy, the source of his life, was almost gone.
I don't know how long it took, but after I saw that the spirit puppet had become transparent, I stopped, because I could feel that the spirit puppet was dead, and because I felt any dark energy fluctuations in his body.
That's right, the spirit puppet who is a derived spirit is dead, and the one who is still alive is the unknown eldest brother from Nigeria. The only force that supports him at this time is his soul that is almost dissipated.
It is this almost insignificant soul that supports him to fight against the killing instinct, but looking at his appearance at this moment, I understand that he is about to leave.
The wish is over, the soul tends to dissipate, and he is about to disappear.
"What's your name?"
After pondering for a moment, looking at the Nigerian black man with a relieved smile, I couldn't help but ask.
I want to know this black man's name.
"David."
After listening to my words, the spirit puppet, no, it should be said that this Nigerian named David showed a smile on his face, and said to me with his soul that was already dissipating: "Thank you for helping me. If there is an afterlife,
I will definitely repay you."
"It's okay, it's not in the way." Hearing this, I smiled slightly and said softly, "Have a good trip."
"Thank you." David smiled. After a pause, he raised his imaginary arm, pointed in a direction, and said, "I don't know if I can help you, but it's a little strange over there. I keep feeling something."
It’s calling me, I hope you go and take a look.”
Calling you?
After hearing this, I was stunned. What could call this spirit puppet? He was a derived spirit before. Doesn't that mean there are also derived spirits in the direction he pointed?
"Are you referring to the two mid-stage two-star derivatives?" I asked quickly.
I use my mental power to convey my meaning directly into his mind, so I don't have to worry about him not understanding the exclusive ranking of Hua Guo.
"No, they are all dead. I killed the ghost baby, and the ghost baby killed the desire spirit." David replied: "What calls me is another completely different thing, more like a source.
It’s a call from the soul.”
What David said was very abstract, but it was enough to make me frown, because as far as I know, apart from the Ghost Infant Desire and him, there can be no other powerful derivatives in Nigeria.
But since the ghost infant is not a spirit, then what is this thing calling him?
David can't lie to me at this time. It doesn't make any sense. What he said should be the truth.
"I'm leaving." Just as I frowned and pondered, David's voice sounded in my mind and said, "Thank you very much for your help. Thank you very much."
Perhaps this fluctuation of mental power has exhausted his last strength. After saying these words, David closed his eyes. His soul, which had already become transparent, began to fluctuate slightly and was obviously about to dissipate.
between heaven and earth.
"No need to thank me, it's just a little effort." Seeing that David was about to disappear, I always felt empty in my heart. After pondering for a moment, I quickly said: "Do you have any wishes? If possible, I can help you realize it. I
no sooner said than done."
After listening to my words, David's eyes that were about to close actually opened them again, with a touch of excitement on his face: "If you can, please tell my wife and children that I still love them, and tell them that I still love them."
Live a good life, I will protect them in heaven."
At this point, David paused and said, "Of course, if they are already dead, then..."
"Will not."
Hearing this, I interrupted David and said in an unquestionable and firm tone: "Subsequently, all countries have sent troops to rescue the Nigerian people. I believe that your wife and children are safe and sound, and I will definitely take your words into account."
The exact words conveyed.”
Regardless of whether his wife and children are really alive or not, I will say this, and I also believe that anyone in my position will answer this, even if it is a white lie.
No one will let a hero leave disappointed when he is dying.
"Thank you."
After I said these words, David showed a smile of relief. After saying the last three words, his soul suddenly fluctuated violently, and finally turned into a sky full of light in my somewhat sad eyes.
point, and finally dissipated into the air.
David, fell...
Thinking of David's thank you just before leaving, my nose felt a little sore. This black man from a foreign country said thank you to me in Chinese at the end of his life.
An indescribable taste.
Looking at the place where David disappeared, I was silent for a long time. Finally, I slowly raised my head and looked in the direction David just pointed.
I was very concerned about what David reminded me before he died. I didn't know what was in that place.