LRAB Chapter 519 This is fair
Chapter 519 This is fair
"Okay," he said.
"I can help you bring this girl back to life first, and then you can help me get the dragon. But let me make this clear beforehand—I can only guarantee that I can put the soul back into the body. As for whether she can wake up, or whether she will still be the same person after waking up, I can't guarantee that."
Xu Si frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Even if the soul is preserved perfectly, it will still suffer some damage if it has been separated from the body for too long, and this damage will increase over time." Wang Yanhua carefully chose his words.
"Like a piece of clothing that's been stored for too long, even if it's not torn, it will still have some wrinkles. After the soul returns to the body, it needs time to readjust. Memories may be a little blurry, and personality may change somewhat, but generally—"
"It's still mostly her."
"Before that, we need to sign a contract. You have to do everything you can to help me get that black dragon," Wang Yanhua said.
Silent for a long time.
So long that Wang Yanhua's soul began to shrink back involuntarily.
"Okay, that's fair."
At least that's how Xu Si sees it, and he does indeed have a contract that Dou Dou gave him back then, which he's never used.
Wang Yanhua's eyes suddenly lit up.
He had heard of the contract of the City of Fire before, and it was the only way he could think of to restrict a high-ranking individual.
What else can we do?
To be a tough nut to crack? To refuse to cooperate to the death?
He's not the kind of person who stubbornly sticks to his principles.
Those who are pragmatic and adaptable are the true heroes and the way to survive in the end times.
Even in his soul form, Wang Yanhua visibly breathed a sigh of relief, for in his soul form he was all too aware of the truthfulness of others' words.
He had seen too many souls—greedy, fearful, desperate, and insane.
But Xu Si's soul is different from theirs. If I had to describe it in one word, it would probably be pure!
Signing a contract in the Black Building is even simpler; the two people imprint their souls on each other, and the contract is officially established.
The price of Xu Si's breach of contract is that he cannot advance an inch in the sequence, while the price of Wang Yanhua's breach of contract is that he is completely destroyed.
The price paid by the two seemed vastly different, but Wang Yanhua was already satisfied.
This is evident in his previously extremely arrogant personality, which has now transformed him into a well-behaved child.
Even if Xu Si were to pay a different, less significant price, what could he say?
After the contract was established, the void self-immolated.
Xu Si could clearly feel something truly empowering his sequence, like dust settling on it. Although this analogy wasn't quite right, he really felt it.
At this moment, he had no time to think about anything else, because Wang Yanhua had already begun.
"Are you ready?"
Jiao Jiao's soul, of course, would not answer.
She was still repeating the same action that she had repeated countless times.
Wang Yanhua didn't ask any more questions. It was also the first time he had seen a soul in this state. Although he lacked experience, he was already quite adept at handling it.
Immediately, his soul began to change.
Those blurry, indistinct outlines began to shrink and coalesce, gradually solidifying from a fog-like mass with only vague outlines into a clear figure with almost clearly visible features.
He slowly raised his hands, his ten fingers spread out, and gray-white, spider silk-like fine gray lines emanated from his fingertips, like the true color of his soul, somewhat similar to the red thread that held back spring.
It is only more invisible and more intricate, like mycelium before the end of the world.
Those gray lines extended from his fingertips, one by one winding around Jiao Jiao's soul through the window, not as a constraint, but as a connection.
Like a bridge.
Xu Si stood not far away, his starry eyes fixed on Wang Yanhua's movements.
His nervousness was palpable.
Wanliuchun hovered beside him, her bare feet dangling above nothingness, her snow-white skirt motionless in this windless space, which she found equally fascinating.
Will it succeed?
Xu Si asked himself this question in his heart.
The grayish-white threads grew more numerous and denser, gradually enveloping Jiao Jiao's soul, like a cocoon being woven.
Wang Yanhua's soul visibly dimmed during this process.
The other end of the light began to extend towards Jiao Jiao's physical body.
As the red rope binding spring gradually untied, the silk threads took over, gradually weaving Jiao Jiao's body into a gray-white cocoon.
The smile on Jiao Jiao's face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression that Xu Si had never seen before.
Curiosity and a hint of anticipation.
Xu Si had already figured out what measures he should take if the [Source of Plague] showed any unusual activity.
But no, the source of the plague simply watched quietly as it was enveloped little by little by the cocoon of light.
Then the two cocoons of light gradually drew closer together, pulled by the gray silk threads.
Those soul threads finally broke free from Wang Yanhua's control and began to shrink and approach on their own.
Is it really that simple?
Xu Si found it somewhat unbelievable.
"Now it's up to her to decide!" Wang Yanhua stepped back to Xu Si's side.
"What do you mean?"
"I can only build a bridge between her soul and body, but I cannot force her soul into it!"
"Didn't you say...?" Xu Si wanted to say something, but then remembered that Wang Yanhua had not made any guarantees.
"Don't worry, this is the most appropriate method. If her soul were incomplete, I would have had to force it in, but her soul is complete and can return to her body on its own." Wang Yanhua wasn't too worried.
"What's the difference?"
"Of course"
"If I exert too much force, her soul will inevitably rebel, which will cause even more damage. If I let her return to her body on her own, it will be most beneficial for her now and in the future."
In fact, Wang Yanhua would prefer to do everything himself, so that Xu Si would owe him more favors and would naturally be more attentive in his work.
However, the consumption of those soul threads far exceeded his expectations, so even if he wanted to, he was powerless to do so.
Of course, he didn't deceive Xu Si either.
The soul returning to the body on its own is considered the optimal solution.
A long wait.
Deep within the black building, there is no concept of time, no sunrise or sunset, no rustling of the wind or the slightest movement. In that gray and white void, two cocoons of light float quietly, attracting each other like two stars left behind at the edge of the universe.
Xu Si stood motionless, his starry eyes fixed on the two cocoons of light that were gradually approaching.
He had lost count of how long he had been waiting.
Spring floated beside him, trying to hold him back.
She occasionally glanced at Xu Si, a complex look flashing in her amber eyes, but she said nothing.
Wang Yanhua was getting anxious; he hadn't expected the process to take so long.
"How much longer?" Xu Si finally asked.
"It'll be soon! It'll be soon." That was all he could say. Did he not know?
That is to say, he doesn't have a physical body, otherwise he would definitely be wiping away his cold sweat.
Xu Si frowned slightly but did not ask any further questions.
He just stared at the two cocoons of light.
Grayish-white silk threads wove a delicate bridge between the two cocoons of light. Countless hair-thin gray threads extended from Jiao Jiao's soul to her body, and then from her body back to her soul, like two rivers slowly flowing, permeating, and merging on a dry riverbed.
Xu Si's star-like eyes could see every tremor of those threads, the breakage and rebirth of each thread, and the migration and settling of each gray-white light spot.
But it's too slow.
It was so slow, like moving a mountain bit by bit with the tip of a needle.
He didn't dare to urge them.
He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, those fragile threads would break.
He was afraid that if he made a move, the bridges that had been painstakingly built would collapse.
He feared that if he made a sound, Jiao Jiao's soul would vanish from this gray-white void like a startled butterfly.
So he just stood there.
Like a stone statue frozen in time.