"What a mess…" Huo Ling muttered as he blankly stared at the ceiling while Yi Bing looked at him. Shou Ji, on the other hand, was just sitting silently on the side.
Fortunately, Shi Jiu felt exhausted again mentally thus he went to sleep, leaving them three to talk.
"Only an external soul can affect the world, unless the native soul is the protagonist." Shou Ji spoke.
Yi Bing nodded, remembered Lei Shan. "So, it must be Shi Jiu… no, Wei Shi, who caused the world to collapse." He spoke. "Because of you." He looked at Shou Ji.
"But, I am sure I am still alive that time." Shou Ji frowned.
"Then, he must have found something that can cause you to die." Huo Ling spoke. "A definite death. Not an assassination since there is a probability that you can live." He said. "It can only be – "
"An illness." Yi Bing spoke.
Huo Ling fell silent.
Shou Ji sucked in a cold breath. "Illness… hahaha… illness…" he laughed but his tears are falling.
