Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Fu Sheng was a little further away from the center of the collision between the Hunyuan Pearl and the golden light. At the moment the aftermath was generated, Yan Jun's python body immediately wrapped around her to protect her. But even so, Fu Sheng felt as if her internal organs were shattered.

Fu Sheng was in such a situation, not to mention Jun Wuchi and the golden man who were in the center of the aftermath. They were both blown away by the powerful air wave. Fu Sheng saw that Jun Wuchi's white clothes suddenly turned blood red, and he fell motionless in the distance. The "golden man" was also seriously injured by the aftermath, and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up, and the light on his body suddenly shattered and dissipated.

At the moment when the "golden man" disappeared, Fu Sheng saw that the porcelain white column base suddenly began to fall apart. The original porcelain white color suddenly became transparent and dim, and the contents of the column were also fully revealed.

Fu Sheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Because those columns were filled to the brim with body parts and flesh.

The shock of the scene and the pain in her internal organs made Fu Sheng's mind go blank. She felt sick in her stomach and kept retching until Qi Qi called her in her mind: "Fu Sheng, there is a transparent stone on the ground where the golden man disappeared!"

Awakened by Qiqi's voice, Fu Sheng forced himself to look up, only to see that after the golden light wrapped around the golden man dissipated, the 'golden man' lying on the ground turned into a bloody 'human-shaped meat paste', and on the human-shaped head made of meat paste, there was a transparent glowing stone safely placed.

It looked just like the stones that Fu Sheng saw in the Thousand Corpses Lake.

The rubble above her head continued to fall, and the cracks on the ground were getting bigger and bigger. Fu Sheng instinctively felt that the stone was extremely important. She wanted to get it, but her body was still entangled by Yan Yun's snake body. She couldn't help but say, "Yan Yun, let me go."

However, after she finished speaking, the python that was wrapped around her body didn't react at all. Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment, struggled a little, and wanted to climb out. However, as soon as her hand touched Yan Jun, she felt a sticky warmth.

——The python's body that was exposed by Yan Yun was actually all soaked with blood. Because Yan Yun's snake body itself was red in color and blended with the blood, Fu Sheng didn't notice it for a while.

At this time, Yan Yun's huge python head was motionless, its pupils were closed, and it had completely lost consciousness.

Fu Sheng's heart trembled, and he immediately raised his hand and took the unconscious Yan Yun into the fantasy beast space.

After Yan Yun was taken to the fantasy beast space, the restraints on her body were removed. Fu Sheng endured the pain in his internal organs and ran towards the flesh-like human figure. Enduring the nausea, he stretched out his right hand to take the glowing transparent stone on his head.

However, just as Fu Sheng reached out to grasp the stone, a piece of rubble suddenly fell from above his head and hit Fu Sheng's right hand directly.

"Ahhh..." Fu Sheng cried out in pain.

Fu Sheng's right hand, including the wrist, was hit hard by the falling debris.

Because Fu Sheng was holding the meat-clay figure, the moment the rubble fell, it directly pressed Fu Sheng's hand onto the meat-clay figure.

"Fusheng!!" Qiqi saw this and immediately said nervously in her heart, "How are you?!"

"It's alright..." Fu Sheng gasped with a look of pain on his face. He endured the severe pain on the back of his hand and the disgusting sticky flesh under his hand. He raised his other hand and gritted his teeth to push the fallen gravel away from his right hand.

After pushing it away, Fu Sheng pulled out her right hand and found that it was covered in blood. Because she was holding a transparent stone in her palm, her palm was also covered in blood when it was hit.

Fu Sheng felt as if all his finger bones were smashed, and his entire right hand, including the wrist, was in excruciating pain whenever he moved.

The rubble above my head continued to fall, the cracks in the ground became bigger and bigger, and the ground under my feet began to shake.

The earth shook and mountains collapsed.

Fu Sheng's body was staggering and her head was dizzy. Amid the falling rubble, she forced herself to look up at Jun Wuchi, who was lying on the ground in the distance, covered in blood and motionless.

The debris from above kept falling and hitting around him. At any moment, it would hit him, who had no power to fight back.

"Fusheng! !" Qiqi suddenly called out, her tone seeming to stop him.

The cold touch on his left wrist was extremely obvious at this moment. Fu Sheng pursed his lips tightly, but still took a step forward and staggered to Jun Wuchi. Looking at Jun Wuchi, who was pale, seriously injured and unconscious, Fu Sheng's eyes were conflicted. After hesitating for several times, he finally helped him sit up with his uninjured left hand.

As his right hand was injured, Fu Sheng controlled the whole process with his left hand. The whole process was very strenuous. Fu Sheng was concentrating, so he did not notice that during this period, because of Fu Sheng's actions, Jun Wuchi's eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes were forced open, as if he glanced at her, but it was only for a moment, and then he fell into coma again.

Fu Sheng didn't know that Jun Wu Chi woke up in the middle of the process. She squatted down, helped Jun Wu Chi sit up from the ground, wrapped her left arm around his right arm, and leaned her body against him. After doing all this, Fu Sheng raised her left hand to dip the blood that kept flowing from her right hand, and then, on the falling rubble and the crumbling and cracked ground, she gritted her teeth and wrote a bright red word "escape" in the air.

-

Fu Sheng felt her consciousness was in a mess, and in a trance, she seemed to have returned to the time when she was fifteen years old.

It had been five years since my parents died, and it was the day before my uncle turned 30.

Listening to her uncle telling her that the Painting Spirits would not live past the age of 30, Fu Sheng felt as if her heart was tightly wrapped by something, with a heavy and oppressive feeling that made it hard to breathe. She looked at her uncle who would die tomorrow and spoke with difficulty: "Why? Why do all the Painting Spirits not live past the age of 30?"

Fu Sheng's eyes were misty. She no longer had parents, and she didn't want her uncle to disappear as well.

Seeing Fu Sheng's red eyes, the man sighed, as gentle and warm as before. He patted Fu Sheng's head gently: "This is the fate of our Hualing people, and it is also the price we must bear."

Fate? Price?

Fu Sheng didn't understand. Does being born strong mean one must be punished?

Why should they pay the price for their own strength?

Fu Sheng held her uncle tightly in her hands. She knew that her uncle would die tomorrow. Fu Sheng shook her head like a child who knew she was about to be abandoned. She cried, "I don't want you to die..."

-

Fu Sheng opened her eyes unconsciously, and her consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos. She realized that she had just been dreaming.

She hasn't dreamed of her uncle for a long time.

Fu Sheng slowed down, then sat up from the ground, and then he felt a gaze falling on him.

Fu Sheng looked up and saw that Jun Wuchi had changed back into his dark purple robe at some point. He was sitting opposite her with one leg bent, his arm casually resting on his knee, looking lazy and relaxed.

At this moment, there was something complicated in his eyes, and he was staring at Fu Sheng without blinking, "Who do you not want to die?"