As long as this thing can be stripped away, his troubles will disappear.
"Don't waste your energy. With your current strength, it's already difficult to sense its existence. If you still want to peel it off, you're thinking too much!"
Just when Ling Hao was about to try to peel off the white light, a man's voice rang out.
"Huh?!" Ling Hao was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am!" the man responded: "What matters is that you remember what I say next!"
"What words?" Ling Hao asked.
"Since this treasure has been chosen for you, it is a blessing that you have cultivated in your previous life. You should feel lucky. This is something that countless people dream of!"
The man paused briefly and continued: "You are too weak now, and you are in the lower third level of civilization, so you don't know what it is."
"When you go to a higher civilization in the future, you will know how precious this treasure is."
"When the time comes, you will definitely..."
"Stop!" Ling Hao interrupted him: "Can you tell me first, what exactly is it?"
"With your current knowledge, you won't understand even if I tell you. I'll tell you again when I have the chance," the man responded.
"..." Ling Hao's mouth twitched slightly: "Then how can I get it out of my body?"
"It can't get out!" the man responded: "Unless it is willing to leave, there is no possibility with your current strength!"
Ling Hao: "......"
After a short pause, he continued to ask: "Why does it rely on me?"
"I don't know!" the man said, "You have to ask yourself this question!"
"You should be the man in white that I saw in the misty jungle!" Ling Hao said again: "How come your soul is in this treasure?"
As early as when the man's voice first sounded, his first reaction was that this man must be the man in white from the beginning, and there could be no one else but him!
"Change the question!" the man replied.
"Are you trapped by it?" Ling Hao asked.
"If there is no problem, then so be it!" the man said.
"Wait!" Ling Hao shouted: "Before you and it entered my body, there was another old man's soul consciousness in my body. Why is it missing now?"
"I don't know!" the man continued.
"If nothing else, it should have been swallowed by it. What it likes to do most is to devour other people's souls!"
"..." Ling Hao's mouth twitched again.
The old man couldn't help but come to mind. He originally expected Ling Hao to help him find a suitable host to be reborn!
It's better now, not only can't be reborn, but even the soul consciousness is gone!
"Then why doesn't it swallow your soul?" Ling Hao asked after a pause.
"If you don't have any other questions, I'm going to bed..." The man answered the question.
"It should be able to sense the existence of the purple spirit, right? Then why didn't it swallow the purple spirit?" Ling Hao suddenly remembered this incident.
"It's not interested in the soul consciousness of elves!" The man responded: "Okay, I'm going to sleep..."
"Last question!" Ling Hao said again: "How can I make it take the initiative to help me?"
"Do you think it is your guest?" The man responded speechlessly.
"The last two times it attacked, it was because you were about to die, so it wouldn't have bothered to show up otherwise! It has no interest at all in low-class civilizations like you!"
"If your guess is correct, you should have a way to make it take action, right?" Ling Hao said: "Tell me, what are the conditions for making it take action?"
"Sleeping!" The man did not answer Ling Hao's words. After finishing speaking, there was no movement at all.
