I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

“The source of disharmony is getting closer and closer.”

Su Han hurried across the snowy ground, using the Luck Golden Dragon to vaguely sense the area within eight hundred miles.

He could already feel the increasingly strong fluctuations of disharmony.

Su Wen and Su Wu both looked grave.

They had sensed it too.

That eerie and ominous fluctuation was definitely the same strange figure that had chased them across the entire Northern Territory before, a transgressive demon adept at seizing bodies; this kind of monster had really come after them.

The two sides met on a vast snowfield.

Su Han first saw a human figure composed of black mist, emitting an eerie fluctuation, and in front of it were a dozen or so ordinary people who looked somewhat disheveled.

Upon seeing him, they were overjoyed and cried out:

“Su Han, quickly save me, I am Liu Mingyu!”

“This monster has taken us hostage, quickly save me, do you remember me? I am Gou Dan.”

“It’s so cold, so cold, quickly save us, my name is Deng Dao.”

They waved their hands and called for help.

Su Han stopped, maintaining a distance of about ten zhang from these people, and said in confusion: “Who are you people? Do I know you?”

The “crowd” was stunned, momentarily at a loss.

They quickly cried out: “We used to be medicine slaves of the Li family, just like you, have you forgotten? Quickly save us.”

Did he need a reason?

Immediately, they became dissatisfied and began to accuse Su Han.

“Su Han, you wouldn’t just stand by and watch us die, would you?”

“Yes, yes, we are about to die.”

“Can you bear to see us freeze to death?”

“At least we used to work together, how can you be so heartless?”

Su Han's expression was indifferent as he looked at the black mist figure that had come to their side without saying a word, and slowly said: “You are all already dead, how can I save you?”

The “crowd” was stunned again, and they cried out:

“How could we be dead!”

“We are alive and kicking right now, feeling warm.”

“Have you ever seen a dead person talk?”

Su Han smiled, but didn't pay any more attention to them.

He glanced at the black mist figure, the transgressive demon, and said curiously: “What kind of method is this? It’s quite interesting, but aren’t you afraid of personality splitting by acting like this?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the “crowd” fell silent, as if dead.

At this time, the transgressive demon took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: “Interesting, how did you realize they were already dead?

I clearly possessed them and allowed them to live temporarily.”

Su Han replied calmly:

“You possessed their corpses, conjured up personalities, and made them believe they were alive.

This method is indeed marvelous, as if truly resurrecting a person, possessing their memories from when they were alive.

After all, to outsiders, it is almost equivalent to the resurrection of the dead.”

“But that is only a subjective thought.

As long as it is not real, no matter how much it is pretended, it is still fake.

You can deceive people, but you cannot deceive the heavens and earth.

How can the boundary between life and death be so easily confused and blurred?”

He had already condensed the Dao Pattern of Life and Death, and was most sensitive to the aura of life and death.

Even if this transgressive demon concealed it well, he could easily detect the aura of death on those corpses.

“Hehe, you have good eyes.”

The transgressive demon grinned, and the black mist gathered to form a large hand, waving it, and those living corpses rushed towards Su Han.

But before they could get close to Su Han, the death aura within them was converted by the power of Life and Death Conversion, and they directly fell to the ground, turning into ordinary corpses.

“Hey?”

The transgressive demon was somewhat surprised, but he quickly looked at Su Han again and said in a hoarse voice: “Don’t you think you lack empathy?

Even if they are only temporarily alive, they still possess corresponding personalities and memories.

Even if this is not the original them, it is still a new life, yet you personally killed them.”

“Desecrating the dead is ominous, let them rest in peace.”

Su Han responded indifferently, his heart as firm as iron.

The transgressive demon was indeed as described in the books, adept at provoking people's hearts, causing them to have flaws, and then taking advantage of the weakness to enter.

Often, if one is not careful, one will be completely possessed by the demon.

But he didn't care.

He had a mind lamp illuminating his heart, and the Great Sun hanging high.

If this demon really dared to possess him, it would be interesting.

“Hehe, indeed ruthless and merciless.

Since that's the case, my master asked me to bring you a message, who exactly are you?

Or rather, what kind of face do you have beneath this skin?”

The transgressive demon grinned and transmitted the sound to Su Han's ear.

Skin?

Hearing these two words, Su Han's heart was shaken.

Could this transgressive demon have guessed that he was a transmigrator?

No, this demon should not have that kind of ability yet, it should only be guessing that he is a person who has seized a body.

His face was calm and indifferent as he said:

“The classics once said that transgressive demons are good at wreaking havoc on people's hearts.

I don't know how many ancient tribulations have arisen because of this, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

You dare to use this heresy to confuse Su's mind?”

“Jie Jie Jie, interesting, don't you really think you are the owner of this skin?

You must know that this skin has a great background, how could you possibly be him.”

The transgressive demon laughed, continuing to transmit the sound with disdain.

At this moment, Su Han activated his Pure Heart, his mind as calm as a lake.

Through the mentality of being detached like the Supreme Being, he peeled back the layers like silk, roughly understanding the ins and outs of the matter.

Su Wen and Su Wu, these two members of the Su family, called him Young Master.

The transgressive demon also mentioned that this skin had a great background.

It seemed that the original owner was a certain Young Master of the Su family?

But if that was the case, then why didn't he possess the clear memories of the predecessor when he woke up, but rather they were very vague?

Strictly speaking, this situation did not conform to the principles of body seizing.

Unless the original owner's soul had already left and was no longer in the body.

Therefore, this demon would particularly emphasize the word "skin"!

It just so happened that in this world, in addition to martial arts, there were also many other prevailing paths, among which there were no shortage of those Yin Gods, Yang Gods, methods of shedding the skin and ascending to immortality.

Could it be that the original owner was on this path?

If that was the case, where did the original owner's soul go?

Logically speaking, unless one had cultivated the Yang God, it would be impossible to leave the body for a long time.

But if the original owner had cultivated the Yang God, how could he not even be able to protect a skin?

Su Han frowned in his heart, full of doubts.

If the original owner's soul had not dissipated and completely died, then it would prove that this body had an owner and would have a certain rejection of foreign souls, but he did not feel this at all.

Sometimes it even gave him the feeling.

That this was originally his own body, incomparably natural, perfectly integrated, as if he had only returned from a long journey, and everything was starting anew.

As soon as this thought arose.

Even though he had the Pure Heart to suppress it, he was startled.

What exactly was his situation?

Was he a transmigrator or a person of this world?

Or perhaps both?