Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 108 Ancient times (36) The soul is sad

Yan Jin looked at the figure that was going away and was about to disappear, and he became uncontrollably frightened. He shouted desperately, trying to make a sound with all his strength, but he couldn't even make a syllable.

The steel frame on the body was connected to the bloody bones. Due to Yanjin's pulling, blood slowly overflowed from the connection. It seemed that the bones inside could be faintly seen, which was very scary.

But Yanjin didn't feel the pain, he only felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, just like the fear, fear, confusion and pain when he saw his mother hanged in front of him when he was a child!

Banquet Nanxu!He wanted to shout out the name, but he could only make a "woo woo" sound. At this moment, Yanjin really, he really regretted it!
Why?What are you after?
When I was young, I hoped to have enough food. When I was a teenager, I hoped to be respected by others. After I belonged to the royal family, I hoped to win the world and make everyone bow down. Step by step, I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goal!

And now?Now Yan Jin just wants to ask, just wants to ask a word, he just wants to ask...

With a bang, the door of the secret room was completely closed, and no one saw his tears drowning in the darkness.

Yan Nanxu did not stay in the palace for too long and returned to the palace before evening. Now the Sichuan Prince's Palace has just been rebuilt, there are not many people, and it feels a bit cold and cold.

"It's been a long time since you took the initiative to speak out, and the enthronement ceremony will be soon, are you still not talking?" Yan Nanxu sat in the study and suddenly asked this question in his heart.

"Host..." The system responded softly, the voice was very soft and the tone was a little strange.

Yan Nanxu frowned slightly, and asked, "Did something happen? Or did you cause some trouble?"

In fact, in Yan Nanxu's eyes, some of the habits of this system are like children's. They report good news but not bad news. If they dare not speak for so long, it is likely that something has happened.

The system was silent for a while, and then asked something unexpected: "Host, can we not leave for the time being after we complete our mission in this world? Let's, let's stay for a while."

"Why? What's the matter?"

What's wrong?It's over, it's over! !
"Host, host..." The system's tone this time was filled with tears. It collapsed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've tried everything I can, I can't do anything..."

Strictly speaking, this is not the fault of the system──
At the end of the previous world, Yan Nanxu's soul was damaged in order to kill Thoth. When he first arrived in this world, he found nothing unusual.

The system applied to the headquarters above for repairs, and later the headquarters sent back a message—the soul cannot be repaired. After completing this world task, return immediately.

The wish to resurrect the dead requires a huge price to be fulfilled, so if a traveler wants to be resurrected, no matter how difficult the task is, he must complete more than ten tasks. But the headquarters' current meaning... is to abandon the son, and Yan Nanxu has become the abandoned son.

It is the first time that the system officially guides the traverser to carry out the task. It knows the importance of protecting the soul, but it never thought that a small damage would be fatal!
What are the consequences of a soul that cannot be repaired?
Now in this body, nothing will happen to the body as a barrier protection, but once the soul leaves this body, the damaged place will continue to lose spiritual power like an hourglass, until the soul finally disperses!
Even if you enter another body later, the loss of soul will not stop!
The headquarters wants the system to return immediately, that is to simply leave the traverser here to live the rest of his life, but!The system knows that Nanxu can't live for too long in this world! !

The system was extremely frightened after receiving the news. It did not dare to tell Yan Nanxu, but kept submitting applications to the headquarters, hoping to find other ways to repair the soul or repair the body.

But it's useless, since it's an abandoned child, no one will care.

Appeal, dismiss; appeal, dismiss; appeal!turn down!Appeal——!Rejected──! !
The system applied day and night, but no one accepted it. Yan Nanxu is not the protagonist, and even if he dies, it will not affect any world. The headquarters has no obligation to assist him.

The system is going crazy, it can't help it, it can't help it!

"The host is sorry, I'm sorry... Let's stay here for a while, I'll think of a way, I'll try again, I'll try again..."

By the time the system finished speaking, the sky had completely darkened, and the lamp bearer hadn't lit the lamp yet, and there was silence all around.

"You reminded me," Yan Nanxu suddenly said softly, "In the end, I insisted on choosing it, and it has nothing to do with you."

The system warned severely from the beginning that it was very dangerous to deal with Tot like this. Since Yan Nanxu made the choice, he should naturally bear the consequences.

"But, but..." The system was eager to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Nanxu.

"How long will it take for the soul to disappear? Can you please send me back before I leave? Back to my original world."

"The soul has been lost for about... more than a month, but, but the host, I can send you back, but the body is dead, and I can't repair it..."

Yan Nanxu did not return after completing all tasks, so the headquarters did not give the system this authority.

"So there's no point in going back?" Yan Nanxu frowned and asked, "Is there no other way?"

Death doesn't matter anymore, but the enemy is still there, so you can't be willing to kill him with your hands.

The system was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "There is a way, I can forcibly materialize the soul, so that the soul can directly contact the real world without the body, but..." The system paused, "Without the body as a barrier, the soul is lost. It will be faster."

"How long can it be?"

"Seven days..." The system used an affirmative sentence. Seven days is already the limit, and there can be no more.

Yan Nanxu didn't hesitate much and immediately agreed, "Please."

But the system insists on staying in this world for a while after completing the task. It wants to try again. It must go.

Yan Nanxu agreed, and let the system search for communication over and over again.

In fact, Yan Nanxu didn't want to complain, whether it was the system or the headquarters, his death at the beginning had nothing to do with them. Instead, they gave them a chance, and then they chose, and the final result was that there were indeed more For seven days, there is hope to settle the grudge.

If the obsession is gone, then the soul will fly away.

In the end, Yan Ze chose a cloudy day to hold the enthronement ceremony. He probably felt that the light was poorer and safer.

Yan Ze specially arranged Yan Nanxu to be very close to Yanjin, saying that Yanjin would not survive the enthronement ceremony alive, and the prince could watch carefully.

Yan Nanxu acted according to his words, but he was not very interested in paying attention, but he seemed to vaguely heard Yan Jin's "woo woo" sound again, but it disappeared soon.

The enthronement ceremony was completed, Yan Jin died, and the world was completely dusted.

The passage of time and space was opened, but Yan Nanxu had promised to stay for a while.

April is approaching Xiaoman.

It often rains. After the rain, Yan Nanxu always goes to the willow forest. Many of the former catkins have sprouted and grown happily, decorating the former wilderness with greenery. Yan Nanxu sometimes stays in the willow forest. That was the whole day, until the attendant reminded him to go back after dark.

In May, it is the ear seed.

Cao Yushi was named Duke Protector, and the ancestral hall Yan Ze built for him has been completed. Yan Nanxu went to worship, and when he came out, he saw farmers in the fields in the distance who were busy planting rice seedlings and sowing seeds. It is a scene of peace and happiness in the country, the air is faintly mixed with the smell of wheat, and there is no longer only the smell of soil.

In June, just after the Slight Heat.

Yan Nanxu has been idle at home since the enthronement ceremony. Yan Ze mentioned to him several times about inheriting the title of prince, but they were all politely rejected. Prince.

In July, before and after the end of summer.

The weather suddenly turned cold, Yan Nanxu had no intention of catching the cold, and the high fever persisted.For half a month, the palace was closed and no visitors were seen, and the fragrance of the medicine lingered on everyone's body.

In August, Bailu has passed and Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

In the past few days, the weather has turned warmer, and Yan Nanxu's illness seems to have improved a lot, and everyone in the mansion finally felt relieved.Because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Nanxu gave a holiday to all the attendants with family members in the mansion, and the palace became much cooler for a while.

One afternoon, the sun was shining.

Yan Nanxu didn't want to stay in the study all the time, so she took a book and sat in the pavilion in the courtyard to read. Today's sunshine is too good, and it makes people return to the spring of March...

The boy servant in the mansion swept the fallen leaves slowly, and suddenly a gust of wind came, blowing away several blooming camellias, and the red petals just fell on Yan Nanxu's body, and remained still.

The boy servant felt a little strange, walked up to Yan Nanxu, and saw that he seemed to be leaning against the pavilion and fell asleep.

Worried that he would catch a cold again, the boy servant gently pushed Yan Nanxu, and shouted, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty, please go back to sleep...His Royal Highness?"

The person in front of him didn't move at all, and the boy servant inexplicably became flustered, and he couldn't help raising his voice, "My lord, my lord? My lord?!"

The petals are falling, and the ground is red...

In the autumn of the first year of Lekang, the son of the prince of southern Sichuan died of illness, and the emperor gave him nine bestowments and a state funeral.

(End of this chapter)