The white-haired man asked again, and there was still no emotion in his words, as if this was not a compulsion, but a statement of something.
Muchuan hesitated for a moment, staring intently at the ice-condensed snow lotus in the white-haired man's hand.
Muchuan knew very well that with the medical skills of this era, if Hua Henmu became a vegetative state, it would be basically impossible to wake up.
Then only with the help of this ice-condensed snow lotus, which is free from mortal things, can it be possible to awaken Hua Henmu.
However, this Bing Ning Snow Lotus is not that good. From what the white-haired man meant, I am afraid that the price Muchuan has to pay must be his soul.
Before today, Muchuan's understanding of the soul had always been quite vague.
After all, the soul is one of the most mysterious things.
From ancient times to the present, people of all ages have made infinite explorations into the soul.
Of course, until the 21st century, people still did not have a clear understanding of the soul.
However, Muchuan now understands that people really have souls.
This white-haired man is not joking!
Muchuan was still hesitating, and the white-haired man did not press any questions, quietly waiting for Muchuan's answer.
At this time, Mingzhu finally recovered from the shock.
I don't know where she got the courage to run up to the white-haired man.
"God, you said that my grandmother's soul has always been in this Buddhist bead?"
The white-haired man nodded and answered.
After receiving the confirmation, Mingzhu burst into tears.
She finally understood why she had always been able to turn danger into disaster 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 I couldn't control it anymore.
Mingzhu begged the white-haired man: "God, can you let me see my grandmother?
Even just a glance?"
"cost?"
The white-haired man responded without any hesitation.
Similarly, the white-haired man also began to ask Mingzhu about the price.
Muchuan was hesitant at first, but when he saw Mingzhu joining in, he suddenly became anxious.
Muchuan quickly ran to Mingzhu and grabbed Mingzhu.
"Don't do anything stupid! People can't be resurrected. It's unwise for you to pay the price of your soul to see your grandmother!"
Just kidding, Muchuan can't just watch Mingzhu do stupid things.
Mingzhu looked back at Muchuan, showed a wry smile, and said, "But isn't Brother Mu also planning to use his soul in exchange for your sister's life?"
As soon as these words came out, Muchuan fell into silence.
Even now he is hesitating, but Muchuan actually already has the answer in his heart.
According to the deeds of Pearl Grandmother Mingxiu, the exchange at the cost of the soul will not take effect immediately, but will take effect after death.
In other words, even if Muchuan exchanges his soul for the Bing Ning Snow Lotus now, at least before his death, he doesn't have to worry about anything.
As for what happens after death.
Let’s talk about it after we die.
Thinking of this, Muchuan sighed silently and stopped trying to persuade Mingzhu.
He knew very well that Mingzhu longed for family affection from the bottom of her heart. With the opportunity to see her grandmother, no matter how much she tried to persuade her, it would probably be of no use.
Ever since, Muchuan let go of Mingzhu.
Mingzhu walked up to the white-haired man again and said firmly: "God, I am willing to use my soul in exchange for the opportunity to see my grandmother."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired man responded.
"invalid."
Not only Mingzhu, but also Muchuan was stunned at this time.
The price of soul is not enough?
Just when Muchuan wanted to complain for Mingzhu, the white-haired man's next words made the two of them even more stunned.
The white-haired man said: "The value of the soul far exceeds your request. This transaction is unfair and cannot be realized."
Hearing this, Muchuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked tentatively: "Senior, if I exchange my soul for the Bing Ning Snow Lotus, is it true?"
"invalid."
The white-haired man once again gave a negative answer.
This suddenly made Muchuan happy.
He finally understood that this white-haired man was very particular about fairness, and his efforts and gains must be equal.
Mingzhu's grandmother, Mingxiu, was half-dead at first, but was directly revived by the white-haired man. This was almost an exchange of life and death, and the price was definitely not small.
However, this time I was just in exchange for a flower that could be seen everywhere here. Naturally, the price could not be compared with life and death, so there was no need to pay such a price as my soul.
As for Mingzhu's request to see her grandmother's soul, although this sounds a bit ridiculous, it must not be difficult with the technology mastered by the white-haired man, and the price to pay may not be too high.
Thinking of this, Muchuan felt completely relieved.
He asked again: "Then, senior, what specific price do we have to pay?
Please give me a clear explanation, senior."
The white-haired man has no ink marks either.
He pointed to the pearl and said: "Eyes."
"Eye?"
Muchuan was shocked. The price was indeed much smaller than the soul, but it was not easy either.
You must know that the eyes are the windows to the soul. If a person loses his eyes, he will live in a hazy darkness, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.
Before Muchuan could finish being surprised, the white-haired man pointed at Muchuan again.
"One hundred and thirty-seven points."
"!!"
Muchuan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
The white-haired man came up with a quite detailed number, which exactly corresponded to Muchuan's current total points.
In other words, the white-haired man not only knew that Muchuan owned the system, but even knew the details of Muchuan's system.
"Who are you?"
Muchuan looked at the white-haired man in shock. For the first time, he felt a strong sense of helplessness.
This feeling is like when I was a child and failed to pass the exam, I was lying in bed sleeping, my drunk dad came home, learned the results, and then slowly walked to the room with a stick in his hand, this feeling of oppression, this kind of helplessness
.
"You have no right to know."
The white-haired man replied.
"..."
At this moment, an unreal feeling was born in Muchuan's heart.
Is the world I live in really the world I once lived in?
Is he a time traveler, or is he?
Another form of existence?
Inexplicably thinking of certain possibilities, Muchuan couldn't help but doubt life.
Just as Muchuan was gradually becoming crazy, the white-haired man's voice brought him back to reality again.
"If you want to know the truth about everything."
"Just go and achieve your ultimate mission."
The white-haired man's voice sounded like a dream, not in his ears, but directly in his mind.
Muchuan's breathing almost stopped.
This sound system!
Almost at the same moment, a mission statement also appeared in front of my eyes.
