Qiao Chu was feeling great. Originally weak and frail, that had disappeared without a trace. He no longer felt any discomfort or lethargy, but just an unexplainable feeling of emptiness. He looked at his own two hands, and through that spectral shade, he could clearly see the cracks in the stone slabs on the ground. The feeling that was going through his body was just too strange for words.
"This is a soul?" Hua Yao's eyes widened. If he was not seeing it with his own eyes, he really would not dare to believe that there could be such a thing in this world, that someone could actually drag a person's soul out from his body.
Hua Yao immediately bent down to check for breathing under the nose of Qiao Chu's body.
"Pulling out one's soul will not have any other effect on a person's body, but just as if he has fallen asleep. The only difference is that they would not wake up." It was as if Jun Wu Yao could see Hua Yao's worry, and he opened his mouth to explain.
