"Cutie isn't dead?"
Su Yuhan looked at Ye Chen by instinct upon hearing that. She was surprised and overjoyed. Wu Lan and the rest were elated too.
If not for the Patriarch of Hell, they might not have been able to hold on until Ye Chen returned.
Ye Chen walked to the patriarch with a grim expression. He sighed softly after checking his body. "Although he's not dead, he's pretty much dead."
He realized that the consciousness in the patriarch's sea of consciousness was extremely weak. It was showing signs of fading. It was clearly a sign that his soul power had been drained.
Soul power referred to a person's soul power. In layman's terms, it was consciousness and spirit.
Even ordinary people had different soul powers. For instance, some people could stay up for a few nights in an internet cafe without sleeping. Meanwhile, some people would be like a corpse the next day after staying up all night. They would not wake up no matter how hard they tried.
Speaking of which, the patriarch was quite pitiful.
As a Tribulation Stage old monster, he could not ascend alone. Instead, he had to ascend with 3,000 beauties. This had never happened in the cultivation world, so the Heavenly Tribulation that he triggered was unimaginable.
The patriarch could not hold on, and a sliver of his soul entered Earth by accident. If he had possessed someone in time, he could have recovered his cultivation base to Nascent Soul. However, the patriarch realized that most people on Earth had no spiritual root.
If you asked him to possess a mortal without a spiritual root, he would still die after a few decades. Seeing that his soul was about to dissipate, the Ancestor had no choice but to possess a dog that was run over by a car.
Although that was the case, his soul power was pitiful. To elevate his cultivation base by force, he had to burn his last bit of soul power.
The smile on Su Yuhan's face disappeared upon hearing what Ye Chen said. She asked in confusion, "Ye Chen, what do you mean by he's not dead, but he's pretty much dead?"
"Cutie's soul power has been drained, so he's in a state of suspended animation. You can say that he's a vegetable now. No, to be exact, he's a vegetable dog!"
Ye Chen said while frowning.
Wu Lan walked out of the car first. She said with bloodshot eyes, "Xiaochen, what do we do now? Should we bring Cutie to the vet? "
Vet?
Ye Chen was in between tears and laughter. He said while shaking his head, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll think of a way to wake Cutie up."
The patriarch's soul power had been drained.
The only way was to refine a Divine Accumulation Pill to help it recover its soul power.
But refining the Divine Accumulation Pill …
"Buttface is a good dog. If … if he never wakes up, I will take care of him." Wu Lan wiped her tears.
Ye Chen was a little touched.
After all, as far as he was concerned, Old Ancestor Nether Spring was an old freak that was cunning like a ghost and wouldn't do anything without benefits. If he was really in danger, then Old Ancestor Nether Spring would protect himself first.
But in reality, he was wrong.
Ye Chen looked at Su Yuhan. "Oh yeah, did Cutie leave anything for me before he passed out?"
Su Yuhan looked a little unnatural when she heard that. She hesitated and said, "Buttface asked you to burn … burn more young models for him every year when you visit his grave on the Qingming Festival …"
Ye Chen was speechless.
"Come on, let's go back."
He shook his head and carried the Patriarch into the car. Then, he asked Yang Tian to throw Xue Feng and the others into the trunk.
…
Nine Dragons Bay Villa.
The place where Wushuang died was dripping with a pool of dark red blood.
He was nowhere to be seen.
The three pieces of the Great Thunder Sword were lying quietly on the ground. They did not have the sharpness of the past at all. The treasure of the Ning family of Jinling was destroyed.
Lin Tai, who had lost both of his arms, had passed out.
Ye Chen bent down with difficulty and picked up the pieces of the Great Thunder Sword on the ground slowly. He attempted to piece them back together as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Wushuang … Wushuang …"
"I'm sorry that I'm late!
Why are you so dumb? You're my family too. It's a blow to me no matter which one of you I lose! "
His hand that was holding the broken sword was shaking lightly. His head was filled with the lonely, arrogant silhouette of the young man in white.
Wu Lan was sobbing while covering her mouth.
Su Yuhan turned around quietly and wiped her tears.
Ye Hai was speechless.
"No!"
"No!"
Ye Chen clenched his fists all of a sudden and said in certainty, "I don't believe that you're dead. You're the Heavenly Emperor Sword's sword spirit. You and I haven't been destroyed in the past 3,000 years. I don't believe that three ancient martial artists can kill you!"
"If he's alive, I want to see him! If he's dead, I want to see his body!
He was a little mad as he released his Divine Consciousness to cover a kilometer around him. However, he found nothing.
Subsequently, he walked to the back of the Lamborghini and opened the trunk. He then pulled Bai Hongyu out of it.
"Mad Southern Ye, w-what are you doing? The Bai family won't let you go if you dare to kill me! "Bai Hongyu was frightened by his terrifying gaze.
"Ahh!"
Ye Chen pressed his palm on his head and performed the Soul Searching Tactic by activating his Divine Consciousness. A moment later, he tossed Bai Hongyu back into the trunk again.
However, his expression was getting grim. "An old beggar on a donkey? Did you take Wushuang's body away? "
Countless thoughts flashed through his head.
Who was the old beggar?
Why did he take Wushuang's body away?
A fragrance wafted over.
Su Yuhan hugged him tightly. "I know you're upset about Wushuang's death, but you still have us …"
"That's right, Xiaochen. The dead are gone." Ye Hai walked over and patted his shoulder. He looked rather serious.
Mengmeng pulled his pant leg and said while babbling, "Daddy, don't cry. I'll avenge Uncle Wushuang when I grow up. I'll kill all the bad guys!"
"I'm fine!"
Ye Chen took a deep breath in and walked over to pick Lin Tai up from the ground. Subsequently, he brought the rest back to the villa.
Wu Lan could not stop crying when she saw how miserable Lin Tai was. "Xiaochen, let's send Lin Tai to the hospital. He's severely injured."
One could say that.
All of them had witnessed Xue Yuantao sever Lin Tai's arms with their own eyes. They could not forget that scene until now.
"Mom, there's no need for that. I can heal him!"
Ye Chen shook his head. After putting Lin Tai on the bed, he helped him stop the bleeding and transferred a lot of spiritual power into his body.
"My lord!"
Lin Tai only woke up an hour later. He struggled to get off the bed as soon as he saw Ye Chen.
"Don't move!"
Ye Chen held him down immediately and said, "You've lost too much blood and your vitality is injured. You shouldn't move around. We'll talk after you've recovered."
"My lord, Wushuang is dead!" Lin Tai could not help but say.
Ye Chen's face twitched slightly. "I know. Oh yeah, and his body is nowhere to be found!"
"No!"
Lin Tai shook his head and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. An old beggar took Wushuang's body away …"
Subsequently, he told Ye Chen what happened.
Ye Chen squinted after hearing that. "So, Wushuang isn't dead? But who exactly is that old beggar? And where's the 10,000 Swords Pavilion? Why did he ask me to pick him up three years later? "
At that moment, Ye Hai knocked on the door. "Xiaochen, there's a lady with the surname Lan who wants to see you!"
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