Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

In fact, when Fu Sheng first entered the palace, he saw the silver rectangle.

It's not because of anything else, but because it is really - too conspicuous and abrupt.

There is nothing else to do but look at its shape. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a coffin.

Fu Sheng searched the palace carefully and after making sure that the male protagonist was not there, he finally fixed his eyes on the coffin.

The coffin was very simple, without any patterns, and was silver-white all over. It looked like someone had found it casually, and it didn't match the magnificent palace at all.

Fu Sheng walked up to it, hesitated for a moment, and then lifted the coffin lid.

The coffin lid was extremely heavy. Fu Sheng used all his strength to open the lid a little. Then he grabbed the front end of the coffin with both hands and pushed it back a little bit.

After pushing the lid open a little, Fu Sheng stretched his neck to look into the coffin. As a result, his breath was choked as soon as he saw it.

He was wearing a snow-white robe and had a silver frost sword stuck in his chest. Blood was oozing from the tip of the sword and blooming on his chest like a blooming mandala flower.

——It was not the appearance of Shiyi, Fuyi or any other time. The one lying in the coffin was Yan Su’s true self.

At this time, he was even different from the way he looked when Fu Sheng first saw him. His figure was as tall as a jade tree, and his face had lost all the immaturity of a boy. His facial features had fully grown, with sharp contours, eyebrows like a crescent moon, a nose like a hanging gall bladder, thin lips with a pale color, and his whole face looked like the most proud work of Nuwa.

If the young Yan Su's appearance was at its peak, then the Yan Su at this moment added a hint of crampedness to his peak appearance.

He was lying in the coffin at this time, his face was as pale as gold paper, his eyes were closed, blood was flowing out from his lips, and his chest did not move at all, as if he was barely breathing, or as if he had already died.

Fu Sheng was stunned. Subconsciously, she wanted to draw out the sword first. However, just as her fingers were about to touch the sword, the sword body shook, and then an extremely powerful sword energy emanated from the sword body. The sword intent was awe-inspiring, like a cold wind blowing over ice and snow, pouring towards her like an overwhelming sea.

The sword energy was not an ordinary invisible sword energy. The moment it was released, it condensed into solid ice and snow. The moment it touched Fu Sheng, his entire body and blood were completely frozen.

Fu Sheng turned into a human-shaped ice sculpture, unable to move at all. However, it only lasted for a second before he felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows. The heat spread from his eyebrows to his entire body. As if he sensed the breath within, the frost and snow that had frozen Fu Sheng melted in an instant and receded like a wave.

——It is the hero’s precious blood.

The frost had dissipated and Fu Sheng was not frozen, but she still stood there stupidly, as if frozen.

No one knew that there was a huge wave rolling in her heart at this moment.

The boundless snow of eternity comes to bury those who will never return.

The sword stuck in Yan Su's chest was not any other sword, but his natal sword that no one could use except Yan Su himself - Qianqiuxue!

This realization was like a blow to the head, and Fu Sheng became completely confused.

Searching for dream incense will only reproduce the scenes deep in your memory, and all dreams will become reality.

She stared blankly at Yan Su lying in the coffin, and suddenly the four words she saw in her dream that day appeared in her mind.

Yan Su committed suicide.

That was not an absurd dream she had, but something that really happened!

This place is not some other place, but the place where Yan Su lived after becoming the first Immortal Lord.

Penglai Divine Realm, Fengling Palace.

Recalling all the clues, all the signs intertwined, and finally formed an incredible truth -

Yan Su was reborn.

And the end of his previous life was suicide.

He felt an intense pain in his heart, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Fu Sheng covered his chest and gasped for breath.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and at that moment, she was a little breathless.

"Yan Su, wake up." Almost with great effort, Fu Sheng collapsed beside the coffin and began to call out.

The dream did not collapse, and Yan Su was not dead at this time.

He treated what was happening now as if it were happening in the present moment, his consciousness buried in this body, lying in the coffin, quietly waiting for death.

"I'm Fu Sheng, can you hear me? Wake up!"

"This happened in your previous life. You have already experienced it. It's not happening now!"

"We are taking the test in Tianyan Sect, and now we are at the third level. How could you be trapped here?"

……

"Yan Su... Shi Yi... Fu Yi... Shou Sheng..."

Fu Sheng kept calling out, regardless of whether it was his real name or an alias, Fu Sheng called out. When he called out the last name, Fu Sheng paused for a moment, then spoke: "Shou Sheng... not Sheng Ge's Sheng, but Fu Sheng's Sheng. Guard Fu Sheng, you gave yourself this name, do you still remember it?"

"I'm in your dream now. If you die, I'll die too. Do you want me to die with you? You said you'd protect me, but that means you're going to drag me to die with you?!"

Fu Sheng became more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly he started to curse, tears streaming down his face: "Yan Su, you liar, you said you would protect me, I've been calling you for so long, but you just pretended to be asleep and couldn't hear me, you just want me to die with you, do you know that I'm most afraid of death! You big liar!! Wow——"

At the end, Fu Sheng could no longer hold it in and burst into tears.

Tears slid down her face, drop by drop, and fell into Yan Su's eyes.

Fu Sheng was so absorbed in crying that she didn't notice that Yan Su, who was almost out of breath, suddenly twitched his eyelids.

Fu Sheng was confused before and was shocked by Qian Qiuxue. He then realized that he couldn't draw the sword easily in Yan Su's situation. Later he let Qian Qiuxue stab Yan Su in the chest. At this time Yan Su reacted. Fu Sheng didn't notice it, but Qian Qiuxue felt it. It was originally lifeless, but suddenly a bright light came out from its body.

Fu Sheng couldn't help but stop crying when she was hit by Qian Qiuxue's sword. Her eyes were red and she looked down at Yan Su. This time, she saw that Yan Su's fingers were moving slightly.

Fu Sheng was overjoyed, and immediately wiped away his tears, and called out to him, "Yan Su, Yan Su, can you hear me?! I am Fu Sheng, wake up soon!!"

Amid the shouts of Fu Sheng.

Yan Su moved his eyelids and finally opened his eyes.

It is like an eternal cold pond in the icy abyss, with the indifference of floating ice and broken snow keeping people away for thousands of miles.

It is also like ink that lasts for a long time and never dissolves, dark and deep, without any emotion visible.

It is more like a dry well in the cold winter, lifeless, empty and bottomless.

Fu Sheng was stunned when he met those eyes.

And as the vision gradually became clear and they saw Fu Sheng's appearance clearly, the color of their eyes changed.

The cold pond warms up, the ink melts, and the dry well begins to produce springs.

As if he was unsure, Yan Su's voice was a little hoarse, and he said: "... Fu, Sheng?"

As these two words were uttered, the dream began to fall apart.