I'm a killer with no emotions

In a dark and mysterious space.

"Lazy, the sun is drying your ass, why don't you wake up?"

A cold and lazy voice rang in the ear.

Ning Zhe frowned slightly, and an ominous blood-colored glint flickered on the dark red mole.

Countless resentful spirits rushed into his mind, screaming and screaming, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

Ning Zhe curled up restlessly, and let out a painful sob from his mouth.

A pair of curly long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly, but they couldn't be opened no matter what.

The sluggish voice just now suddenly trembled, and said angrily: "Presumptuous, get out!"

There was a sudden silence in my mind, and all the hustle and bustle and torture disappeared instantly.

Ning Zhe's breathing gradually calmed down, his fingertips moved slightly, and he gently opened his eyes.

In a trance, there seemed to be a faint phantom flashing past in front of his eyes.

Ning Zhe rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, he couldn't see anything.

It was dark all around, and the dots of light blue light floated in the air, slightly illuminating the silent space.

He was the only one here, and the figure just now seemed to be just his illusion.

Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and saw his somewhat transparent wrist.

He remembered that he had bled dry and died.

That kind of bone-chilling pain is still imprinted in his bones.

"Someone used half of his life to protect your soul."

The cold voice explained lightly.

Ning Zhe was taken aback for a moment, and there was a little light in his eyes, "No. 67... are you back?"

No. 67 let out a casual "hmm".

He briefly told him what happened in the past few days after Ning Zhe died.

At the end, he gritted his teeth again and said, "Didn't I tell you not to die before I come back? What kind of ecstasy soup did Ning Yan give you? It's only been a few days, and you are dying for him?!"

Ning Zhe touched his wrist, lowered his eyes, and murmured softly, "It won't happen in the future."

"In the future? You are fucking dead! Think about the future!"

Ning Zhe was a little downcast for a moment, "What about the task..."

He hasn't found A Xuan yet.

67 said coldly: "Cold salad."

Ning Zhe pursed his lips and stopped talking.

No. 67 looked over, and found that his dark eyes had melted into a light mist, hazy and hazy, as if they were about to turn into raindrops in the next moment, dripping from the eye sockets.

No. 67's voice was choked, and then he cursed secretly.

He shouldn't have wasted his energy to mend this person's remnant soul!As soon as this person woke up, all he could do was cry at him!

No. 67 suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said impatiently: "I know, I know! Don't cry, I have a solution."

Ning Zhe immediately stopped tears, blinked, and slightly raised the corners of his soft lips.

Like a cat who becomes obedient once he gets what he wants.

No. 67 snorted coldly, and said coldly: "This is the system space. In order to prevent your soul from dissipating, I pulled you in. Now you are a soul body."

Ning Zhe looked down at his body floating in mid-air, his face was calm and expressionless.

"If Xing Su hadn't made a deal with Crown Prince Tianqi this time to bring you out and exchange his life to protect your soul, I'm afraid you would have died out of your wits, and I wouldn't be able to wait for me to save you."

No. 67 paused while talking, "How did you know Xing Su from the Xing Xing Pavilion?"

He also made Xing Su willingly sacrifice half of his life, and secretly used forbidden techniques regardless of backlash, just to protect this piece of remnant souls.

He has only been away for a few days, how could this person provoke another one.

No. 67 subconsciously thought that he had a friendship with Xingsu.

But Ning Zhe shook his head, his voice soft but firm: "I don't know him."

No. 67 knew that when Ning Zhebu was the actor, he never lied.

Seeing Ning Zhe's serious tone, he didn't ask any more questions.

Zuo Zuo is nothing more than an insignificant person, life or death will not affect his plan.

No. 67 changed the subject, and said lightly to Ning Zhe, "I can bring you back to life."

Ning Zhe raised his head, his eyes were still as quiet as a deep.

He didn't ask what the solution was, and he didn't naively believe what 67 said, but asked gently——

"What price do I have to pay?"