The head has been chopped off and the soul has been taken away alive. Is there any chance of resurrection?
Even in South China Sea Wonderland, this is considered impossible.
"Ghost tube."
Wenren Muxue looked at Lu Fan and uttered two words: "Use the soul in the soul tube to occupy Bu Yingjiu's lost virginity, making the other party think that the mission has failed, and carry out a second assassination."
"That may be our best chance to catch the real culprit and avenge Bu Yingjiu."
"Even if the other party hasn't attacked Bu Yingjiu's soul yet, we might still have a chance to bring Bu Yingjiu back to life."
Hearing Muxue's words, Lu Fan's eyes, which had been silent for a whole day, finally flashed with light.
He seemed to have forgotten even himself.
Wenren Muxue is now a body of two souls.
If the Soul Barrel is still in your hand, this can be a good way to lure the enemy deeper.
However, when the ghost tube was in Binhai, he returned it to Qi Qiansha.
Moreover, the remnant souls of Kunlun inside all hate him so much that it is unrealistic to ask them to do things for him.
"I have."
Wanzi said, opening the cloth bag in his arms, mouth facing down, and pouring out all the contents.
This was the first time Lu Fan saw Wanzi, and he opened all of this small floral package that was close to his body.
In the past, he had seen Wanzi using the secondary package when performing some Longhu Mountain Taoist techniques.
This time I saw with my own eyes that everything inside was poured out, and I couldn't help but have a look of surprise in my eyes.
There are too many things.
Everything as small as a yellow charm, as large as a Bagua bronze mirror that was bigger than her face, and even a copper coin sword... were all dumped on the ground from the small cloth bag that looked like it could only hold a few bottles of water.
And, the more it falls, the more it falls.
It's like it never ends.
"This, is this the mustard space?" Mr. Long's eyes widened and his voice trembled.
