[Iron Man] at one point

"After I opened my eyes, I realized that most of the death energy was not emitted by her." Master Yan smacked his lips, "It was emitted by other innocent souls."

"Other wronged souls?" Yan Lang really felt that his master must be planning to hit these two local tyrants hard, and even said such nonsense, how could there be wronged souls who would exude "thick" dead air? ...Wait, Yan Lang's eyes suddenly widened, and he remembered the child under Qilian Mountain.

Although Qin Luo didn't understand why, he shivered.

Master Yan didn't have time to pay attention to his stupid apprentice, and he hadn't sold enough: "That jade pendant on your neck is a good thing, right?"

Qin Luo touched her chest. It was a birthday present Stark gave her many years ago. She kept it with her and never took it off.

"Yes, Master Yan, I bought this at an auction." Stark felt his palms sweat a little, God knows how long he hasn't been nervous.

"I guess it's also a good thing. It blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes. Ahem, you don't need to translate this sentence. Anyway, you still have life now, and it's all because of this jade pendant, so you must not Take it down," Master Yan looked serious, and finally got to the point, "Have you heard of incomplete souls?"

Qin Luo shook her head, but she could guess something just by hearing the term: "You mean me...?"

"... Tsk, I really don't know how to explain to the foreign devils. Your body exudes a dead air. One is because your own soul is not complete. When you experienced that life-and-death disaster, a certain soul of yours and The other part is dead. Secondly, those unconscious wraiths see you as the best host candidate, of course they all entangle you. Fortunately, your jade blocked them all for you, so they can only Follow you, cannot enter your body."

Qin Luo understood part of it, but there was still one most important question she wanted to know, but before she could speak, Stark grasped the key point and asked: "Then, is her current condition harmful to her body? "

"Uh, this, I can't tell. If this jade pendant is always there, it is of course harmless, but I don't know if it can be reincarnated. Hey, anyway, your west is under God's control, or you can find a priest Ask?" Master Yan was a little embarrassed.

"Then is there any way for her to retrieve her lost memory?"

"This, there should be no way. After all, that part of the soul has dissipated, and the memory is also taken away."

"But why is the other part of the memory still there?" Stark frowned, he still didn't quite believe the master's words.

"..." Master Yan really wanted to give Stark a deep memory like a lesson to Yan Lang, and he kept interrupting before he finished speaking, what a shame.But thinking that he was still on his territory, he could only cast a noble and cold glance at him and said: "People are divided into three souls, one soul governs life, one soul governs consciousness, one soul governs spirit, and sense soul governs memories. The death consciousness dissipated, and her soul entered reincarnation, but her consciousness soul did not dissipate, but was summoned by an expert to reincarnate, and after the soul reincarnation, she had a new consciousness soul, so when she returned, she had two memories."

Shen Yichen did not translate simultaneously this time, but explained the whole process to Stark in a more general way. Simply put, Pep and Qin Luo in the previous life were the same person. After her death, her soul reincarnated as Pep. The soul of memory that was supposed to dissipate was recruited by an expert to shape a newborn with another soul, which is Qin Luo.Later, Qin Luo's memory soul returned to Pep, which allowed her to have two memories, but at the juncture of life and death, Qin Luo's memory soul chose to sacrifice herself, taking away a small part of soul, and protecting others. soul.

As for why Qin Luo's memory soul would suddenly return to Pep, Shen Yichen specifically asked Master Yan, and the latter's answer was only two words: dead.

"It's a very touching story." Stark responded absent-mindedly, secretly planning to go to several more auctions, or simply go to China to buy a large amount of jade, preferably hanging Qin Luo's whole body.

When Qin Luo heard his words, the doubts in his heart were still not eliminated: "But why do I quickly forget who I am even though I know who I am now?"

"Is there such a thing?" Master Yan was also very surprised. It stands to reason that although the soul of the soul is dead and the memory is lost, the remaining soul can of course work normally. Information.After thinking about it, he counted.

No results.

This can be said to be a great miracle. Master Yan has never encountered a fruitless situation in his practice for many years.He didn't believe this evil, and calculated again, but felt dizzy, as if a mouthful of blood poured up and choked in his throat.Seeing the master's appearance, Yan Lang hurriedly beat his back for him, but he didn't expect that this hammer made the blood that was about to be suppressed just now spurt out of Master Yan's mouth.

Seeing this, Shen Yichen frowned and said to Qin Luo, "Forgive us for our helplessness."

Both Qin Luo and Stark were still in a daze, they were terrified by Master Yan's mouthful of blood just now.

"It's okay, it's okay," Master Yan gave his apprentice a hard look, with an indifferent expression, "I was just a little excited just now."

Both Qin Luo and Stark laughed awkwardly. After all, it was because of their own affairs that Master Yan spit out blood, but he refused to admit the injury, which made them very embarrassed.

"Is he really alright?" Stark couldn't help asking Shen Yichen.

"It's okay, it's normal," Shen Yichen fooled the two of them calmly, "In fact, there is another branch of Taoism, which uses blood as a sacrifice."

Half a jar of water Stark also seemed to remember that there was something like "spew out a mouthful of blood" in oriental magic, and nodded thoughtfully.

After sending the three of them away, Stark said to Jarvis, "Call the Pope of the Vatican."

"Yes, sir."

"It's not necessary," Qin Luo laughed dryly, "Didn't Master Yan already said that there is no problem, and besides, you still have to go to the Mandarin tomorrow..."

"The matter of the Mandarin can be discussed later," Stark frowned, "Remember not to take off your jade pendant."

Qin Luo shrugged, turned and left.

That night.

"The Pope said that he will be free next Tuesday, and then we will go to the Vatican to find him." Stark hugged Qin Luo from behind and touched the jade pendant on her chest.

"Okay." Although next week should be busy, Qin Luo knew that he was only here to inform him about this matter, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Stay at home these few days and don't go out. I just told Master Yan that he will draw some spells at home..."

"Tony, according to him, I have been out of my mind for several years and nothing happened. Besides, there will be a regular meeting tomorrow..." Qin Luo interrupted him.

"You can do it at home, this is an order from the chairman. Of course, if the Mandarin comes to the house, you can go out." Stark's attitude cannot be questioned.

"You are a little too sensitive. If the Pope has nothing to do, will I have to stay at home forever?" Qin Luo turned around and stared at her boyfriend.

"No, we can still go to China and find Master Yan's master, Grand Master, or go to India and find Buddha."

"Let me remind you that there is no such thing as a soul in Buddhism."

"But he can give you... consecration and so on, at least you won't be possessed by those ghosts."

"......Go to sleep."

"What's wrong with you today?" Qin Luo looked at Stark who was pressing on him, and the latter's movements were as gentle as if he was treating some fragile object.

"Well, I just need to think that you may be at any time now..." Stark curled his lips. Now he always feels that if he exerts a little force, the people under him will die.

When Qin Luo heard this, he simply turned over and pressed Stark, pinching his chin with his hands: "Let's see who is the sick cat." As he spoke, he straightened up and twisted his waist fiercely.

"Oh, baby, take it easy..." Stark held her with his hands, with a strange expression on his face.

"Stop pretending." Qin Luo leaned over and kissed his earlobe.

"*!" Stark turned over, accidentally exerting too much force, and the two rolled out of bed together.

"Be careful that you won't get up tomorrow." Qin Luo grabbed the edge of the bed, panting.

"You'd better worry about yourself first." Stark's voice was drowned in the mellow moan.

The author has something to say: Although there are few words, but... this is considered... meaty, right?