Prince is a ghost

What the old man didn't expect was that Yan Xichao returned to the ferry of Wangchuan River after only going out for five days.When he came back, there was a young man by his side.When the young man saw the old man, he smiled happily: "Senior, do you still remember me?"

The old man only felt that the young man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. "Who are you……"

"My name is Yin Yunzhou. We used to swim together on the Mu River. You gave me a book on spiritual control at the end."

"Oh..." The old man stroked his beard, "I remembered. How have you been?"

Yin Yunzhou replied respectfully: "Thanks to senior, everything is fine. I am now a senior spirit master."

"That's good." The old man turned to Yan Xichao, "Is he the one you're looking for?"

"No." Yan Xichao glanced at Yin Yunzhou impatiently, "He knew we were looking for you, so he had to follow. I think since he is a senior spirit master, he might be able to help us, so I sent He brought it. As for that person... I haven't found it yet, but I have ordered someone else to look for it. I won't mention this," Yan Xichao looked at the calm river and asked, "Senior, hasn't Chu Quan come back yet? ?”

"It should be on the way now. We have nothing to do but wait patiently."

Yin Yunzhou could see the worry in Yan Xichao's eyes, and comforted him, "Master Chu is so smart, nothing will happen."

Yan Xichao nodded, and said softly, "Yes, he will be fine."

Several people waited on the boat together, but until the evening of the ninth day, they still did not wait for Chuquan.At night, it was impossible for Yan Xichao to fall asleep. Standing on the deck and looking into the distance, Yin Yunzhou and the old man also waited with him.

As time passed bit by bit, Yan Xichao became more and more restless.Strange but familiar emotions kept pouring out of his heart, and Yan Xichao couldn't help but think of the way Gu Bai died generously for him in the past. He didn't want to experience that feeling again...

At this time, Yin Yunzhou suddenly called out: "Look!"

I saw a small boat floating towards them slowly, it was Chu Quan's boat!Yan Xichao stared at the ship, "Why is it so slow?"

The old man said: "Maybe his spiritual power has been exhausted."

Yin Yunzhou said urgently: "Senior, help him!"

"My spiritual power cannot pass through the water of the Wangchuan River." The old man frowned, "I can only rely on myself."

Yan Xichao could only watch and could do nothing else.It is clearly within the distance of vision, but it seems that it is impossible to reach.

When the boat floated to the side of the big boat, the few saw the scene on the boat.

Chu Quan lay quietly inside, his hands were bloody.He stared at his eyes, his originally clear pupils seemed to lose focus, but he just stared blankly at the front, holding the soul-attracting stick containing Yan Xichao's soul in his hand.

The old man's heart sank immediately.

Yan Xichao hugged Chu Quan into his arms, but Chu Quan still had that dazed expression. "Senior, he..."

The old man sighed heavily, bent down and took out the soul-inducing stick from Chu Quan's hand, and handed it to Yin Yunzhou, "Put this away, and let Yan Xichao absorb the remaining soul after you leave the illusion..."

"Senior!" Yan Xichao interrupted the old man, "What happened to Chu Quan?"

The old man was silent for a moment, "If I'm not wrong, Chu Quan lost all his spiritual energy long ago. On the way back, he first used the spiritual power released by the Horcrux to drive the boat forward. Originally, the spiritual power of the three Horcruxes was enough for him to come back... ..." The old man's eyes fell on the soul-guiding rod, "but he has to use the soul-guiding rod to preserve your soul, so it has been useless."

"Then he..." Yan Xichao said hoarsely.

"Do you know 'sacrifice'?"

Yin Yunzhou screamed, "Senior, your consciousness is..."

The old man nodded, "The spirit master's own soul is also one of the powerful weapons. When we are desperate, we can separate our soul from the body and release powerful spiritual energy. It's a pity that it's easy to send it out, but it's easy to take it back... The old man paused for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to continue: "His soul has been torn apart. What remains in his body now is the last spirit."

Yan Xichao stroked Chu Quan's eyes tremblingly, "Can he still wake up?"

"The art of gathering souls can reunite broken souls, but to what extent it can restore him, I just do my best and obey the destiny."

Yin Yunzhou couldn't bear to look at Chu Quan again, so he turned his head away from him. "Is he still conscious now?"

"Yes, but not much."

Yan Xichao lowered his head and kissed Chu Quan's forehead, hugged him quietly for a while, and regained his usual calmness when he raised his head again. "Senior, what should we do now?"

"Leave here first. Wang Chuanhe is too dead, which is not conducive to Chu Quan's recovery."

"Okay." Yan Xichao hugged Chu Quan, "Let's go."

Suya City.

Yan Xichao sat in the yard basking in the sun.He's been loving it since he was fully resurrected.Now that it has entered autumn, the sun will not be too strong in the past.Yan Xichao often sat in the sun like this for half a day.

"My lord!"

Yan Xichao was stunned, and looked towards the door, only to see Zhuang Suizheng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, running in excitedly. "My lord! I've been driving for three days and finally found you!"

"How did you come?"

Zhuang Suiping recovered his shortness of breath, "My lord, I'm here to tell you that General Gu's reincarnation has been found!"

Yan Xichao's nails sank deep into his palm, "Where is he now?"

"He is in the capital now. The subordinates have already sent someone to pick him up."

"Very good." Yan Xichao closed his eyes, "You rest for a while, I'll go back as soon as I go."

When he came to Chu Quan's room, the old man was performing a soul-gathering technique for it.Yan Xichao waited at the door for a while, and then walked in after the old man finished casting the spell.

Chu Quan was still the same as half a month ago, with his eyes open blankly, as if he would be immersed in his own world forever.

Yan Xichao asked, "How is today?"

The old man replied: "He has a little reaction to external stimuli now, but the missing part of the soul is..."

"Senior, how long will it take for him to fully recover?"

The old man was very helpless, "You ask me this question almost every day, and my answer is still the same. I'm not sure, maybe one or two years, maybe ten years."

"I don't have that much time." A wry smile appeared on Yan Xichao's pale face, "I have more important things to do, I can't stay here all the time."

The old man's eyes darkened, and he said coldly: "Have you ever thought about who Chu Quan would most like to see if he woke up completely?"

A strange pain rose from his chest again.Yan Xichao almost forgot that he is also a caring person now, and the feeling of being distressed is simply... too painful.

"I want to go." Yan Xichao murmured and repeated, "The purpose of my resurrection... I haven't forgotten it, I can't stop my steps because of him."

The old man didn't say any more, but still said the same thing: "The path you choose, don't regret it."

After the old man left, Yan Xichao sat by the bed and looked at Chu Quan's face carefully.He held Chu Quan's hand and said in a low voice: "I'm leaving, you should recover well here. When you recover, I..." Yan Xichao stopped, and he suddenly realized that he couldn't afford Chu Quan any commitment.

He remembered what Chu Quan had said to him, "I love myself so much, I won't let myself get hurt because of you, you can rest assured."

Angina in the bottom of my heart.

Yan Xichao didn't know how long he sat there until Zhuang Sui's urging voice came from outside the door.Yan Xichao stood up and was about to leave, when suddenly a burst of strength came from his hand.

Chu Quan lay there, staring blankly at the front, he couldn't say a word, but his hand was firmly grasping Yan Xichao.

Yan Xichao was taken aback for a moment, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were already red, but he never turned his head to look at Chu Quan.He broke off Chu Quan's fingers holding his hand one by one, and quickly left the room.

Chu Quan's hands were hanging down weakly, but he was still lying motionless, his eyes were out of focus.He didn't know where the strength came from, and rolled over from the bed, but he couldn't move a step anymore.

Chu Quan suddenly fell down on the ground and laughed loudly, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his eyes were red.