Chapter 420: Ninety-Nine Percent Dead

Chapter 419 Ninety-nine percent dead

"I think Han Yu's death was a bit weird!"

A group of people were all paying attention to Ling Wuce, waiting for him to talk eloquently, but they didn't expect such a useless nonsense.

The elder of Wushuanglou had just finished checking Han Yu and couldn't help but roll his eyes. Now who doesn't know that this kid died inexplicably.

Not only was his body completely destroyed, his meridians and bones were all gone.

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Now all that's left is this skin.

Elder Luo raised an arm and patted it, but no changes could be seen outside the body.

"I want to say who can kill him."

Ling Wuce looked at everyone present. Most of the top monks in the monk world were here. Even if they were asked to do it themselves, they couldn't do it.

"What's more, he still stood still and let people kill him."

The way to die is too cruel, and there is no resistance at all!

"Do you think he killed himself?"

Ling Wuce's conclusion was too absurd. A group of people frowned and fell silent. It was the elder of Wushuang Tower who spoke first, sneering, "Who would think that they are tired of living and seeking death themselves."

Ling Wuce thought for a while and glanced at Han Yu hesitantly, "If he was killed, then he would be really cold. Then if he did it himself, would there be another mystery?"

Elder Luo shook the arm in his hand angrily, "It's so cool to think that there's such a shitty mystery."

"Not necessarily. Senior Wushuanglou dies once a day, and comes back to life every time. He can do it, why can't Han Yu, the master of the elixir?"

Ling Wuce's words undoubtedly made everyone's eyes brighten.

Yes, from their point of view, they are indeed dead, but Han Yu is so weird. Just as Ling Wuce said, the great elder of Wushuang Tower has to die every day. The state of death is worse than this, all turned into All in one group.

"But it's been a few days."

"There's no movement at all. What if you guessed wrong?"

Mo Xiuwen frowned. Although he knew that Han Yu had many weird abilities, this was life and death after all. Who would joke about life and death?

…

In fact, there is.

"Are you kidding me with my life?"

Han Yu, who knew the ins and outs of the matter, cursed angrily, and Qi Ling soon joined in the condemnation.

The bottle that was the initiator always stood there quietly, like a dead object.

"What now?"

Han Yu only thought that he had just fainted from the pain, but he did not expect that he lost his life inexplicably.

"That thing destroyed all the inside of your body. You have been cold for two days, and your relatives and friends have come to Kuhe Sect to wait for a feast!"

Qi Ling raised his head and shouted.

Relatives and friends?

"Those old ghosts from the Nine Sects are here, and so is the old ghost Ling."

"And your Mo family buddy, he brought people here to help you avenge the Kuhe Sect."

Qi Ling counted the people outside and said.

Han Yu couldn't calm down now. With so many people coming, it seemed like he was really dead.

"Bottle, what do you want to do?"

Han Yu's voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was hard for him to believe that Bottle wanted to kill him, because the power was still in his hands, and he even still had absolute control over it.

If you want to kill yourself, why wait until now.

Furthermore, since I was helping it resuscitate from the beginning to the end, there would be no benefit in killing him.

"I said we were a team at the beginning, but you refused to leave it alone. What should I do now? They won't bury us, right?"

Qi Ling looked sad.

"It's been two days since he died. If you don't bury him, your head will be gone soon."

Qi Ling's words made Han Yu very sad, but the bottle's motionless motion did not indicate his intention at all.

Only the nagging voice of the weapon spirit was left in the sea of ​​consciousness. It was already thinking about Han Yu's death with its fingers.

"You have so few relatives and friends. What will you do if you can't even fit in for two tables? It'll be ugly."

"And Bai Junya, will you take advantage of others by then?"

"The spiritual stones you have in the Bai family may also be put in together."

"Who will burn paper money for you on your death anniversary from now on?"

"Zhuo! The old monk from Jialan Temple has sat down and is ready to give you salvation!"

Please stop talking!

After hearing this, Han Yu felt sad and felt like he wanted to die again.

The nagging Qi Ling suddenly stopped talking and exclaimed.

"Hey! There's something going on outside!"

What could happen?

You’re not really going to bury me!

"They said your body is not dead!"

…

"It's true that he's not completely dead! He's 99% dead."

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Elder Luo has been using his spiritual power on Han Yu for an hour.

The words he used were very particular. What does it mean to die 99% of the time?

The other elders pushed him away directly and placed themselves on top. Han Yu might not be dead, and the thoughts of these old guys became alive again.

One by one, spiritual power was penetrated from various locations on Han Yu's body, and his body was suddenly occupied by seven great elders.

And the cause of such a ridiculous thing came from an hour ago.

Kuhe Sect Master had a strong desire to survive. While a group of people were still speculating, he couldn't help but bite the bullet and tell what happened yesterday. In order to prove the authenticity of the matter, he also brought the Wuping Mansion guard down to testify.

This made Ling Wuce extremely happy. As long as there was still movement, there must be a turn for the better.

So Elder Luo used his spiritual power to detect for a whole hour.

After another hour, the seven old men each had an incredible look on their faces.

Perhaps they now understood what Elder Luo meant by 99% dead.

Han Yu's internal organs were indeed destroyed, but there was still a weak vitality beating, which could beat once every hour.

"Such a fragile vitality is useless, right?"

The elder of Wushuang Tower couldn't help but frown.

After all, the body was destroyed like this, and this power was a drop in the bucket. How long could it last?

"No, this power is not only not weak, but may be ridiculously large."

The elder of Piaomiao Sect looked serious. Thinking from another angle, since the body was like this, it could still maintain that little vitality, so this power must be not small.

...

The spirit of the weapon hid in the sea of ​​consciousness and repeated the conversation outside, and his face suddenly became excited.

"We don't need to celebrate the seventh day!"

Can you please stop talking about the seventh day? Han Yu is sick when he hears the seventh day.

"So, my body is maintained by a force."

Just looks dead, but still stubbornly alive?

Pingzi, this is definitely Pingzi's doing, and it can only be Pingzi's work.

"But why did Pingzi do this?"

Not only Han Yu couldn't figure it out, but the group of people outside couldn't figure out why Han Yu wanted to do such a thing.

Time passed, and a large group of people in the Transcendent Realm took turns to monitor the movements in Han Yu's body.

Unexpectedly, the frequency of the vitality in Han Yu's body became faster.

Originally, there was only one movement in an hour, but this group of people could sense it in the next half an hour, and in the end it could even appear two or three times in half an hour.

"He seems to be recovering!"

As the last monitor, the old butler looked indescribably strange at the moment.

The debris in Han Yu's internal organs was decomposing. This was a terrible thing, but at the same time, the vitality was also nourishing his lungs.

He made a bold guess.