My face turned pale instantly!
If I had heard Sun Zhuo or Senior Daoist Mingjing moving, I would have been furious.
But that it was Han Zizi who struck, it defied my understanding and left me utterly bewildered.
Han Qun, it is his son!
To protect Han Qun, he took a dangerous journey into Qin Village.
Moreover, because he trusted Han Qun, he believed what I said and went to Four Perimeter Mountain to find Senior Daoist Mingjing.
Han Zizi? How could he harm Han Qun?
And left him with only a glimmer of life left.
This is quite serious. A portion of life force is akin to a shattered soul, potentially dissipating at any moment and turning into an unconscious wanderer.
Is it because Han Zizi's personality changed dramatically after being hunted, fostering demonic thoughts?
Or is there some other reason?
"Senior Daoist Mingjing departed with Sun Zhuo as dawn broke today, and Han Shixiong has been missing for several days now. It's likely that Han Shibi emerged from the mental health center." Silian added.
My heart sank again.
Could it be that Han Zizi has been influenced, even controlled, by Wei Youming?
Just, Han Zizi is a red-robed practitioner. Even if Wei Youming had something hidden, he shouldn't be able to control Han Zizi.
For a moment, I couldn't figure out the reason.
"Where is Brother Han?" I asked in a low voice, and then followed up with, "Why did Han Zizi resort to such harsh actions? Even tigers do not eat their own cubs."
"After seeing Brother Han, he will tell you," said Silian, his expression growing increasingly complex.
Without saying anything else, I said, "Please lead the way, Elder Silian."
Silian did not immediately set off, but instead looked towards Yu Xiu behind me.
In fact, Yu Xiu followed me without making much noise.
Silian's eyes betrayed a trace of caution.
I didn't explain anything.
Silian only then started walking towards the side of the road.
The others then got into a vehicle.
The driver was a middle-aged woman over forty, dressed in plain, non-recluse robes, which set her apart from ordinary people.
I didn't ask Silian how she found me.
She possessed considerable strength and undoubtedly had her own means and methods.
Since she had this woman drive, she must trust her.
After about an hour, the car actually arrived at a familiar street, where Sun Dahai lived.
After Silian got out of the car, she led me to a small alley between two shops on the street opposite Sun Dahai's home.
"Sun Zhuo hardly ever comes back here. Since Senior Daoist Mingjing came, Sun Zhuo was rescued and hasn't been here since. Brother Han said that this street is the safest place, and Han Shibi will never come either." Silian whispered to me, explaining the situation.
I remained silent, my mind filled with doubts.
We went up from the side entrance of the apartment building and arrived on the third floor.
After Silian pushed open the door, the interior light revealed a dim, deep red.
Sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room was exactly Han Qun!
However, at this moment, Han Qun appeared extremely fragile, as if he would disintegrate with the slightest breeze.
A long-lasting lamp was lit on the coffee table, with a faint candle flame.
"Brother Han, Lord Luo Xian has come," Silian faintly sighed.
Han Qun turned his head slightly, showing a slight sluggishness.
As I concentrated on looking at him, my heart tightened again.
There was an empty cavity at his chest, and parts of his body were also hollow.
It's not just that his soul is thin, but also incredibly fragmented.
"An collecting soul seal is placed on the long-lasting lamp, and I have barely managed to use this seal to gather Han Brother's single strand of soul essence, preventing it from being absorbed." Silian said this and then fell silent.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my thoughts, and walked to Han Qun's side.
Yu Xiu did not follow me. She seemed to be at a distance, standing beside Silian.
"Please sit, Lord Luo," Han Qun's demeanor was calm, but his soul moved up and down in great waves.
"Who wants to take you?" I took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.
"It's my father," Han Qun replied.
Me: "..."
"Han Zizi hurt Han Qun and then collected him? What for?"
Is he truly mad?
"Lord Luo, I need to tell you something. After I've said it, I'll ask you to do a favor for me. This might be difficult and troublesome for you, but I simply can't think of anyone else who can help."
"Silian, he's too much of a pain to attack."
Han Qun had a serious expression on his face. Then he added in a complicated tone, "Now that I am like this, I can't offer you anything in return. All I can say is, please help me."
The more he acted this way, the more I couldn't understand. All I could do was gesture for him to explain, and whatever I could do to help, I would definitely try my best. As for his earlier mention of not offering any rewards, he has helped me more than I have him.
After a few seconds of silence, Han Qun finally opened up.
What he said earlier, I more or less knew. But what came next startled me greatly.
Before I could react, Han Qun continued, "When Wei Youming and the Yin-Yang Ghost caused chaos in the regulation hall, Han Zizi used his life force to cast a spell, resulting in a greatly reduced lifespan."
Han Zizi could only sell himself to Mao San, achieving the effect of extending his life.
Moreover, Han Zizi sold himself not just to extend his life, but also to ask Mao San for a method to possess another body and return.
Until then, Han Qun had been unaware of this.
Only when he found out that Han Zizi had used the technique of borrowing a body to return soul, did Han Qun realize that his father had already been led astray by demonic thoughts!
The chosen individual was a young novice Daoist who had just begun his journey, barely more than ten years old.
He wanted to resist, but he couldn't withstand Han Zizi. Han Zizi forcibly made him succeed in the technique of borrowing a body to return soul, with the aim of avoiding the afterlife and being reborn as a human again.
Don't misunderstand, he could only collide with Han Zizi's long-used protective talisman, causing his soul to be torn apart and struggling to escape with a single glimmer of life, all thanks to Silian's help, he could only leave the regulation hall.
Otherwise, he should have already killed that young novice by now.
After a pause, Han Qun said, "In the back hall of my residence, there is a statue of a divine master. The rest of my soul that didn't escape is in the statue. Now, if I disintegrate, this strand of soul will return to it, and it is all maintained by the long-lasting lamp."
"Lord Luo, please go up the mountain and take my master soul. Then feed it to a malicious ghost. I would rather my soul be scattered and dissipated, rather than harming innocent practitioners. People cannot come back to life once they are dead. If my father does this, I will spend my whole life in torment, and he will be doomed to suffer in the 36 Hell Realms after death."
"He has spent his entire life as a practitioner of Daoism, living by the book, with no mistakes."
"He sold himself for me, which is already an act of filial ingratitude on my part. If he were to ruin his lifelong reputation for me, I would be guilty even if I were to be devoured by a million ghosts."
Han Qun's words were accompanied by great fluctuations in his breath, and his soul was unstable, shaking all over.
I couldn't help feeling my heart clogged, and a sudden feeling of oppression and discomfort.
His words overturned all my speculations.
Where did Han Zizi actually attack?
It's just that he was willing to do anything to keep his son alive...
Han Qun doesn't want to live because he can't bear the cost, and he doesn't want to ruin Han Zizi...
"Lord Luo, please promise me!"
Han Qun's voice grew heavier, and though his soul was light and ethereal, he "kneeled" heavily!
