Sure enough, when Zhuo Bufan looked at the person in front of him again, he found that the person was motionless facing him, his posture had not changed at all, just like a stone sculpture, and he did not look alarmed at all, but the drop of dark red blood was It has fallen to the ground.

That drop of blood seemed to come from a fat friend.

he got hurt.

"If you don't save him, he will die soon!" Mr. Xu said indifferently.

"Damn! A cultivator came behind me and you didn't say anything!" Zhuo Bufan roared, very angry. The old guy didn't remind him. If someone hit him from behind, he would still be able to do it. Are you standing well like you are now?

"What's there to remind you? He was seriously injured and I don't even know if he can survive." Mr. Xu spat. Mr. Xu was always full of indifferent hostility towards cultivators.

"Hmph!" Zhuo Bufan snorted and walked towards his fat friend. He found that his body had begun to tremble slightly and his eyes seemed to be distracted. If he continued to argue with Mr. Xu, he might be able to reach the fairyland.

"I'm a doctor." When approaching the fat man, Zhuo Bufan said softly to relax him.

Uh, am I a doctor? Zhuo Bufan who spoke actually had doubts in his heart.

When the fat man heard what he said, his body shook, and finally he closed his eyes and fell to the floor.

"Huh? I seem to know this person!" After waiting nervously for a long time, he finally said with certainty.

"You know him! Great, who is he?" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but ask.

"have no idea."

"Damn!" Zhuo Bufan had the urge to roll his eyes. Damn it, he had forgotten that neurasthenia was a matter of nerves.

"That's really troublesome." Zhuo Bufan muttered and walked over, ignoring his nerves. Who knows if his memory is true or false? Last time he said he might know Liu Dan's classmate's father!

The fat man's injury was very serious. The knife he had been holding in his hand was pressed against his chest. When he opened the knife, he discovered that there was a small round hole behind the knife. Blood was still oozing out, but the blood seeped out very slowly. , as if something is stopping the flow of blood.

Perhaps because the wound had been injured for a long time, there was an unusually pale skin around the wound.

"This seems to be a gunshot wound?" After observing for a while, Zhuo Bufan was a little confused. Cultivators can also be wounded by gunshots. Or is this fat friend's strength too low, but it should not be low!

If you can quietly walk behind a cultivator in the foundation building stage, your strength must be higher than that in the middle stage of foundation building, right? Zhuo Bufan speculated.

"Tch! It's not that high." Mr. Xu interrupted again.

"Shut up, don't talk if you don't want to help." Zhuo Bufan felt depressed about Mr. Xu's way of speaking. It's always me who does the talking. You can only talk, why don't you be so leisurely.

"You won't die!" Mo Xiaoye said with concern.

"You can't die." Mr. Xu replied. If a cultivator died so easily, then he would celebrate by clapping happily.

After turning the fat man over, Zhuo Bufan discovered that, as expected, the fat man's injuries were really caused by a gun. There was a small hole in his back, which actually penetrated him.

What kind of gun is this that has such power? Even cultivators can't dodge it.

However, when Zhuo Bufan took off the fat man's shirt, he was even more shocked by the scene in front of him. Even Mr. Xu's expression changed.

On his back, there was not even a trace of blood on the wound punctured by the gun!

What's happening here?

The most bizarre thing is that this wound is ten times larger than the hole in the chest!

"Oh my God! This is a soul bomb!" Suddenly, Nervous Huang blurted out, but then, he suddenly screamed: "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Bufan and Mo Xiaoye were startled, but Mr. Xu still looked like an old god.

"I remembered something." Mr. Xu said.

"Yes! I remembered something, but I couldn't remember it. I only knew that his wounds were caused by soul bombs." Nervous Huang asked in shock, "How did I know the term soul bomb?"

"What is a soul bomb?" Mo Xiaoye asked confused.

"I don't know either." Nervous Huang immediately replied.

"Yeah!~" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but groaned with a headache. You're a psycho. If you don't know, stop talking. If you arouse people's curiosity and say you don't know, how can you say such irresponsible words?

Believe it or not, I will cut your head open!

"Actually, I also want to dissect my brain, but I don't have any." Nervous Huang replied seriously.

"Go to hell!" Zhuo Bufan roared, and then shouted at Mr. Xu: "How to save this guy!"

Should he be sent to the hospital?

"There's no need to go to such trouble. After all, he's a member of the same profession. If he's sent to the hospital, he'll make people laugh." Mr. Xu said calmly, "Just wait until Xiaobai comes back and ask for a drop of his blood."

"A drop of Xiaobai's blood?" Zhuo Bufan and Mo Xiaoye shouted at the same time.

"Well, don't you know that Nine-Tails is also known as the Immortal Demon in the world of cultivation?" Mr. Xu said with disdain.

At this moment, there was a "beep" sound from the door and the sound of the password being unlocked.

Kyuubi is back from his walk.

As soon as the door opened, it turned out to be Jiuwei. It looked excited and roared at Zhuo Bufan: "I want to eat bubble gum!"

Damn it! How could this word come out of Kyuubi's mouth?

Zhuo Bufan felt like he wanted to faint. This world was so crazy that even foxes were abnormal.

bubble gum?……

**

In a daze, Zhuo Bufan fell asleep on the big bed. After working for most of the morning, he finally settled the fat man's matter at the cost of giving Kyuubi a bubble gum.

Xiaobai was very happy and felt that it was worth the money. He kept spitting foam in the living room, and the popping sound was like a toy gun in the hands of a naughty boy.

"Oh! It's really distressing. I always feel like I have an uneasy conscience when I lie to children."

In his sleep, Zhuo Bufan felt that he had not slept well.

"Hmph! You have an uneasy conscience, and you don't know that it's because of your uneasy good intentions! It actually got a doppelganger inside your body, and you don't even know who is the victim!" Mr. Xu said tiredly.

When Zhuo Bufan sleeps, he works. If this continues, he may lose a hundred years of life.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance came, which made Zhuo Bufan wake up. It was only then that he remembered that he had not eaten lunch yet.

After walking out of the bedroom, there were seven dishes, a cup of yogurt, and two slices of bread on the table in the dining room. The fat man was sitting on the chair.

"Are you okay?" Zhuo Bufan asked. The fat man's injury must be serious. The wound was almost the size of a pigeon egg.

But the fat man sitting in front of him acted like a normal person, exposing his fleshy upper body and devouring food.

"No, it's okay..." Fatty replied inarticulately, while continuing to make waves, as if he was afraid that Zhuo Bufan would come and rob him.

"It's okay." Zhuo Bufan smiled awkwardly and said, this seems to be his home, why does he feel like a guest now?

"Who are you?" Zhuo Bufan then asked.

"I don't know." Fatty replied. When Zhuo Bufan said his second sentence, Fatty's eating was almost completed. "I don't remember, I just remember that someone died."

"Who died?" Zhuo Bufan was shocked. Although he was already a cultivator, he still felt nervous when he heard someone died. After all, he was still a student.

"I don't remember." The fat man finally gave up. The dishes on the table were empty.

The fat man patted his belly and sighed happily: "I haven't eaten so much in a long time, but it's a pity that I'm only eighty percent full."

"Eighty full?" Mo Xiaoye's eyes widened. This was already three times what she had eaten before she was alive!

"Don't remember?" Zhuo Bufan felt that this answer was very familiar. When he was thinking about where he had heard it before, he heard Nervoushuang say: "Sure enough, he is indeed someone I know!"

Yes, this answer was first heard from Nerve Huang. From this, it seems that Fatty and Nerve Huang really know each other, and there is a certain connection between them.

"You are indeed the director of a mental hospital! You specialize in dealing with mental illness." Mr. Xu burst into laughter.

"Well, don't you think it's strange? This is a psychopath who cultivates reality?" Zhuo Bufan thought more and couldn't help but frown.

"Is it so strange that a cultivator can't become a psychopath? Who stipulates it?" Mr. Xu retorted. Although he thought Zhuo Bufan's words were reasonable, he couldn't be overshadowed by this kid.

"What are you going to do next?" Zhuo Bufan asked the fat man again.

"I don't know, just take a stroll first. Don't worry. I seem to have been like this for a long time, but I've always been fine." The fat man smiled kindly. The fat on his face was concentrated at the end of his nose, which looked very fleshy.

"Well, this may be able to help you." Fatty found a piece of paper from somewhere, wrote quickly on it, and then handed it to Zhuo Bufan and said, "This is an email address. If there is

If you need my help, you can leave a message here."

Damn it! A lunatic can play with email, you are indeed an expert!

Zhuo Bufan felt like vomiting and vomiting blood.

"People just have some problems with their souls, and it's not necessarily a mental illness." Xu Lao said. In the past, neurasthenia had no entity, only the soul was left, so it was naturally difficult to study. I thought it was really a mental illness, but now it seems that it is not the case.

Such.

Mr. Xu saw some clues in Fatty's body.

"How's it going? Did you see anything?" Zhuo Bufan couldn't help but ask as he watched the fat man jump out of the window of his house.

"Not yet, but this is indeed a bit strange." As a soul alchemist, Mr. Xu couldn't figure out the mystery of this strange soul, which aroused his strong curiosity.

What is going on that makes even a soul alchemy master unable to see through the cause of a soul?

"Let's study his blood first? Then start with the neurotic soul." Mr. Xu said.

Finally, I have something to do, and I don't have to be bored anymore, Mr. Xu said excitedly.
Chapter completed!