At two o'clock in the morning, I was lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Jiuyang controlled my body for the second time. Compared with the difficulty the first time, this time it was extremely easy.
He is relaxed and so am I.
But this ease is obviously abnormal.
His soul is entangled with my three souls and seven souls. It seems that every time I recognize his soul, the "film" that is blocking him from taking my body will be weakened.
Just like a lit cigarette, every time you take a puff, it burns.
Until it is completely smoked and the fire is extinguished.
There are still butts left after smoking the cigarette, but what about me?
Once the "invisible film" blocking Jiuyang is gone, does it mean that I have also lost my autonomy over my physical body?
This thought flashed through my mind like a bolt from the blue, making my ears ring and my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
It shudders, and one's hair stands on end.
I couldn't lie still and was eager to find the answer.
I put on my slippers and wandered around the room, using my phone to desperately search for introductions to Yuan Shen.
I will read every word of Taoist, Buddhist, and even stories in novels about cultivating immortals.
Desperately hoping to find a way to solve Nine Yangs, delusional to get a little hint.
However, the reality is cruel. I searched all my eyes and still found nothing.
It’s not that there is no information about this on the Internet, but that a layman like me has no basis for identifying authenticity.
For example, some people say that the soul is afraid of thunder. As long as you stand under a tree on a rainy day and attract thunder into your body, the thunder can destroy the soul.
What he said is true and clear.
To be honest, I am very excited.
But on the other hand, I am extremely afraid of death.
The soul is afraid of thunder, so am I not afraid?
When that thunder came down, Jiuyang might still have a chance to escape before death, but I, an ordinary person, would be killed on the spot.
Just because I want to solve Jiuyang doesn't mean I want to seek death.
Distraught, I dropped my phone and went to the bathroom, washed my face with cold water to clear my groggy brain, and began to rethink my current situation.
We can't say that we can't go to Lingxi Library, Kunlun Library is currently unavailable.
All I have hope for is ghost streets.
If Ghost Street can no longer get the news I want, then what is left for me...
There is no way out and nothing to do.
The irritability and despair in my heart gave me a splitting headache.
I squatted on the bathroom floor and suddenly thought of San Bo.
Oh, if the Third Uncle was still here, if he hadn't practiced the last move of the demon swordsmanship, with his ability and experience, he would definitely be able to think of a way to save me.
It's a pity that fate has played a trick on people, and the third uncle disappeared without a trace and forgot everything about the past.
He was stuck in the quagmire and couldn't extricate himself, so how could he care about me?
Thinking of this, a sadness filled my heart.
Maybe I will die and be replaced by Jiuyang to survive in this world.
He is Suning, but not the original Suning.
His purpose is to integrate the energy of creation in the six channels of luck, become an immortal, and rank among the immortals.
He will not help me take care of my family, and he will never even go to Taoshan Village again.
"Hey, why are you not sleeping so late at night?" Tang Jingyue stood in front of me with sleepy eyes.
Probably thinking of the scene in the afternoon, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her originally calm and natural face.
I stood up in a hurry, covered my stomach and said, "I ate too much at night, and my stomach is not feeling well."
Tang Jingyue believed it to be true and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want to take some medicine to help digestion?"
"Well, I'll eat it later." I bent over and walked outside.
Tang Jingyue said worriedly: "Forget it, I'll help you check your veins and see what's going on."
