A cool breeze blew by, and Hao Zhen woke up slowly. All the bones in his body seed to be broken, and the pain was like being sucked out of his marrow.
He was lying in the back alley of a courtyard. The narrow alley was blowing with a wind, like a knife cutting.
"You... who are you..." A weak voice said intermittently, and every word he said seed to lose a bit of life.
He touched the ground and prepared to get up, but he touched a warm and sticky liquid. Hao Zhen stretched his hand in front of him and saw that it was blood. At this ti, he realized that his whole body was not lying on the cold ground. His head was resting on sothing soft like a human body, and his hair felt sticky. Could it be? Did he fall from the sky? Did he fall on soone? Could the sticky blood on his head be the blood of the person who asked him the question?
This made Hao Zhen sick and terrified. He, he actually fell on soone. In the first twenty years of his life, he had never stepped on an ant to death, but when he ca to this unknown place, he actually hit a person.
He struggled to get up, turned around, and saw a man of similar size and age lying on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, twisting his body like a puddle of mud and falling to the ground, and it was obvious that he was not going to survive.
Hao Zhen was almost sure that the man in front of him was the one he hit when he fell from the sky.
"Do you have any unfinished business?" Hao Zhen knew that the man in front of him could not be saved, so he could only ask him guiltily to see if there was anything he could do to help him.
"Help... help ... help take care of... Zhen'er... tell... tell her..." The man lying on the ground used up his last breath, but still couldn't finish his words, so he tilted his head and died.
Hao Zhen was full of grief, and he didn't expect that he would actually kill a person like this.
Just as he was imrsed in endless self-bla, the blood on his hands underwent a strange change. The bright red color gradually faded, and there seed to be signs of evaporation, just like water vapor rising from the ground without leaving any trace. The hair also began to feel uncomfortable and sticky.
The corpse on the ground was also changing. A wisp of green smoke as thin as a hair slowly erged from the dead boy's mouth, circling in the air, circling one by one. The green smoke seed to recognize Hao Zhen, paused for a few seconds, and slowly approached Hao Zhen.
Hao Zhen subconsciously took a step back, but was not afraid, because this wisp of green smoke contained an infinitely familiar sll, as if it was a part of his body. He was thinking: "Did I find the second soul so easily?"
The green smoke wrapped him in the middle, making it almost impossible for him to see clearly around him. The silk thread at the top of the green smoke stretched to his nostrils, as if it was soliciting, and more like it couldn't wait to enter his body. Seeing this, Hao Zhen took a deep breath with courage. The green smoke seed to have received instructions and went into his body through his nostrils.
In the ti it took to smoke a pack of cigarettes, Hao Zhen inhaled the green smoke that condensed around his body. At the sa ti, he was refreshed and felt that he had never been so energetic before.
As expected, he encountered his second soul.
According to the short blade, Taoist Lu Ya stored his seven souls in the corners of different eras in this world. He had just arrived in this unknown era and easily found the second soul. The souls behind were not as easy to find as a drunkard slling the fragrance to find wine.
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