Doesn’t this mean eating him?

"Alas, I failed to slay the demon and turned back to death. Now I have to become the blood food of the evil ghost. What can I do?"

The young man put down his hands as if accepting his fate.

The soul is exposed between heaven and earth. Without the protection of the body, it is like a flame in the strong wind, which will be extinguished at any time.

I just don’t want to be the blood-eater of evil ghosts.

Now I can only lament that I am not good at learning.

Tu Shanjun hurriedly asked: "My dear benefactor, who is your surname? Where do you live? Do you have any relatives?"

The young man's soul was stunned. He looked at the evil ghost who walked in front of him but spoke, and then looked at Zhao Shixian who fell on the ground, completely falling into chaos.

The evil ghost didn't eat him, but asked him for his household registration address. Could it be that he wanted to catch them all?

But why does Zhao Shixian look so lifeless?

Young people are not ordinary people. They can still tell the difference between real death and fake death. Now that he has become more awake, he also remembered that he actually killed the demon cultivator before he died.

With that kind of injury, the demon cultivator would never be able to survive.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how to win his trust, so he could only explain.

"I am a villager from the previous village. I was trained by the devil to become the soul of the soul flag master. My benefactor has already killed the devil cultivator."

"I am now separated from the soul flag in the form of a ghost and talking to my benefactor."

"If I ever get out of trouble, I will repay my benefactor's family."

"If my benefactor has anything to bring back to his family, please do it as soon as possible while you can leave a message."

Tu Shanjun has already seen that if the soul stays between heaven and earth for a long time, it will disappear if it does not become a ghost.

In just a short while, the Kung Fu youth's soul has become quite transparent.

The young man suddenly realized that it was the main soul of the magical weapon: "So that's it."

Time was running out, and the young man did not want to think about why the main soul of the magical weapon had such a clear mind.

"My name is Hou Boxu, the legitimate son of the Hou family in Yangcheng. I have a wife and a younger brother at home. My parents have passed away long ago."

"I don't ask for anything in return. I just hope that I can send my gift-giving talisman home. That Hairpin Spirit Sword is my reward."

"Now that I am dead, I have no fear of being deceived by you."

Hou Boxu sighed and looked back for the last time.

His eyes are full of nostalgia, but there is nothing he can do.

Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth: "Actually, I have a way to keep my benefactor alive and even have a chance to become enlightened."

Hou Boxu looked at Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun hurriedly explained: "If your benefactor trusts you, you can enter the soul flag to wait for the right time."

Although the ghosts in the Soul Banner have no intelligence, Tu Shanjun firmly believes that when the Soul Banner evolves to a strong enough level, it will definitely restore the soul's intelligence and resurrect them.

Hou Boxu looked at the Zunhun Banner in Tu Shanjun's hand and shook his head.

After laughing loudly, he said: "A man should not be afraid of life and death."

"If I enter the soul flag and continue to linger, how will I be different from those demon cultivators?"

"If people live for a long time, they will be afraid of death. If they are afraid of death, they will become possessed by demons."

"I don't want to be possessed."

"I don't think Xiongtai is like an evil ghost. I hope Xiongtai will stick to his true heart and achieve great success."

"We'll see you later!"

"See you later."

The last sound dissipated in the wind.

By the time Tushanjun came to his senses, Hou Boxu's soul had disappeared.
Chapter completed!