A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li felt the cold temperature of the giant man with his fingers and looked into his godless eyes, but he was wondering what happened to Zhang Tie.

Eighty-nine out of ten, it must be Dr. Mu and the rest of the children, abducted Zhang Tie, who had achieved a little bit of "Kokung Ko" in that year, and falsified his vision of escape, deceiving the many ears and eyes of Qixuan Gate. Then, secretly, he used some kind of spell to make Zhang Tiepou lose his soul, and then turned his body so weird, similar to the situation of "Xiangjiang Gong” Dacheng.

Han Li's assumptions are accurate, and the real situation is no different.

At that time, Dr. Mo suddenly wondered, intending to combine "Kokung" with the alchemy provided by the rest of the children to create a group of strong corpses who could bend over and sweep across the river and lake, but in a short time, it was only possible to make this giant man, which Dr. Mo regarded as a treasure, usually hidden somewhere hidden beneath the mountain, which was brought back by accident when he returned to the mountain.

But the rest of the children had no interest in such a trivial corpse, and even snorted. Because there are too many ways to conquer this incomplete corpse while he is still alive, and this corpse is far less powerful than the advanced iron nail corpse of a true immortal, and can only be prestigious in the world. The only advantage is probably that the ingredients are simple, easy to refine and can be manufactured by someone with a little power.

After a long time, Han Li suddenly shrunk his hand back onto the face of the giant man and moved his anxious gaze away from him. His eyes looked at the broken stone gate and began to faint.

At this moment, he felt a little cold in his heart, not chilled by Zhang Tie's desolate encounter, but disturbed by his own indifference.

He thought he knew the tragic fate of his friends, raised his head angrily, shouted the names “Mu Juren” and "The rest of the children”, and his voice was filled with anger that hated them.

But in fact, apart from a little sadness, he didn't have much touch and anger, as if it wasn't his old friend Zhang Tie, but an irrelevant passers-by who was in this situation.

Is it because you know that the iron in front of you is just a body, not because of him? Or has your heart become quite iron?

This selfish indifference made Han Li a little afraid of himself. It was only then that he realized that he had become so unfamiliar sometime!

Han Li finally woke up from dementia. He glanced at the giant man with a complicated look and didn't know what to call him.

Thinking of what Dr. Murrow called "lost soul” and "walking corpse”, Han Li looked up to the sky and said softly:

“Brother Zhang, I'm sure you are reincarnated now. The body you left behind is useless, just borrow your little brother to drive it! I will definitely use it carefully, I hope you don't blame me. ”

After this prayerful speech, Han Li said to the giant man after resting himself hypnotically:

“Since you are the remains of Brother Zhang, and you have no autonomous soul, I will call you 'Qu Soul’! I hope you can help me in the days ahead. ”

After listening to Han Li's words, the giant man stood idly still. Apart from the habitual colour of domestication, there was no response. It seemed that there really was no autonomous divinity, but to accept orders passively.

“How silly of me to say such a thing to a body without a god!” Han Li shook his head with ridicule and then took a relaxing step toward the stone house.

“Soul, keep up. ”

Han Li has completely recovered from his depressed emotions, and his color is normal, as if nothing had happened. It seems that he has indeed become, as he thinks he is, abnormal iron blood and reason, no longer easily troubled by emotions.

Is this amazing change a disaster or a blessing for Han Li, who is about to embark on the path of the Immortal Cultivator?

In the following period, Han Li was busy for half a day in order to properly do the aftermath.

Not only would he bury Dr. Murrow's body under a big tree, but he would destroy and throw away everything left in the stone house. He even ordered his soul to tear down the whole stone house, and the 708 falls that had been torn apart could not see their original faces at all, so he would stop.

After such a torment, the sky had reached dusk and the sun had begun to set.

Han Li stood in front of the old stone house, now a pile of rotten stones. He weighed around and didn't find anything missing, which is only a satisfying point.

“Soul, let's go! ”

“There's a lot more to deal with tomorrow! It's a pity you don't have the wisdom or the ability to speak, otherwise I think it would be more solid if someone talked about it. ”

Han Li dragged his elongated back under the sunset red sun, his mouth chirped and muttered to the giant man renamed "Qu Soul”. He seemed to finally find a good listener who could reveal his heart and not complain about himself. At this time, he could also see a little indifference and ruthlessness, completely like a big boy next door.

Han Li returned to his residence after arranging the Qu Soul. In the house, like a long-time living man, he touched the table and chair bench four times down, and looked over there and said to himself:

“It's been a long day! It seems to last longer than the ten years that have passed before. ”

Then suddenly, one head fell down on the bed and slept.

He's tired! Mentally and physically exhausted.

“But it's good to be back alive!” He smiled at the corner of his mouth and had to think that way before he went to sleep.