Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Eyes that are so indifferent that they are almost heartless.

I don’t know how long I slept, and I don’t know what time it was.

Opening his eyes, for a moment, his eyes were as fierce and untamable as a wolf.

The eyes are dark, the eyeballs are extremely dark, pitch black, and the mood is dull.

As consciousness slowly returned, his head seemed to hurt.

The pain was severe, so painful that it felt like millions of messages were being squeezed into those thin nerves.

His face was dull, and even though his brain suddenly hurt so much that it seemed like it was going to explode, he looked safe on the surface.

Get up.

Maybe it's because he's been sleeping for too long, or maybe his soul isn't used to this body yet.

There was little strength in his body and his muscles were very flabby.

The cold phalanges that had been hypothermic for a long time were rubbing the temples that were too swollen and painful.

The skin was pale as it had not seen the light of day for a long time, so pale that when the blood in the blood vessels began to flow, the blue veins on the surface could be faintly seen.

He had just regained consciousness, and his body had no strength at all.

Even when he sits up, he bends his body and bends his legs.

I had a splitting headache, and my heart felt swollen uncomfortably.

It felt like something had been stuffed into him without his knowledge.

"..." He put his elbows on his knees, rubbing his temples that were so painful that they exploded.

Physical fatigue, and even feeling that one's body is somewhat out of control.

He closed his eyes again, his face was extremely pale, and his lips lost color slightly.

She has a face that is cold and beautiful, even a little aggressive, her eyelashes are light-colored, and she has a cold aura on her body.

It was cold, still like a corpse, without any human warmth.

Because of the nausea, chest tightness, headache and discomfort that emerged from his body, he only stopped for less than a minute and then put down his hands.

With his eyes downcast and no emotion, he got out of bed.

Even walking was stumbling and I almost fell.

There were bones everywhere and the smell of rotting blood, but he turned a blind eye.

Like he knows where this is.

I also know what those weird things next to them are.

He was barefoot and extremely tall.

Staggering, he completely ignored the flowers around him that were eyeing him eagerly.

The huge evil spirit flower statue behind him had been destroyed at some point.

It was smashed with one punch, and countless gravel and gravel fell to the ground.

He originally wanted to leave, but his figure suddenly paused.

Then, as if sensing something, he slowly turned back.

His indifferent eyes fell on the huge sculpture that had been destroyed.

It was destroyed without warning.

His eyes were dark, dull, and emotionless.

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When he came out of the stone chamber, the people who were originally guarding the door of the stone chamber saw his eyes and pupils dilated instantly.

"First... sir?"

Really...really awake?

The man with a pale complexion, a cold and beautiful face that was too aggressive, did not show any signs of it on his face even though his body was in an extremely uncomfortable state.

After walking out barefoot, he raised his eyes slightly.

My throat, which had not been used for a long time, was very dry and hoarse.

The lips are light red, and the eyebrows are elegant, which seems to be a bit oppressive.

A touch of oppression.

"Who else went in besides me?"

The sculpture had fresh cracks, and the gravel fell to the ground, not yet stained with blood.

It indicates that it was recently destroyed.

And it was violently destroyed.

There is no way anyone in the entire organization would dare to do this.

If it's not internal to the organization, then...