With this thought, Ning Shi's injuries recovered, and his mouth and tongue produced saliva, and countless fragrances lingered beside him, the sound of the sound of the Saint-Shi sounds and the rain of flowers was endless. Everything was so beautiful, and an unprecedented force emerged in his body.

Rumble!

Just when Ning Shi was extremely sleepy and felt that his thoughts might dissipate at any time, his entire soul suddenly jumped, and the original starry sky and earth suddenly disappeared!

In the hut, the crane foot lamp swayed slightly and looked at the wall. He had no shadow. Not far away, a young man holding a book in his hand was breathing evenly, as if he was asleep, his body!

Out of body! Could it be that it really succeeded?

"As long as my mother said, the soul has no entity." Ning Shi looked up to the ground in disbelief, and there was indeed no shadow of himself under the lamp.

This is the first time Ning Shi has seen himself from the perspective of a bystander. This feeling is a bit strange. The difference between the ones seen in the mirror, the self in front of him looks more real and three-dimensional.

Under the bun that was combed by my mother, there was a slightly fat face. Because I practiced swords all day long, my skin was dyed with wheat color by the sun, which looked very strong. My forehead was smooth, my nose was straight, my thin lips were slightly pursed, and a pair of thick tiger eyebrows. The whole face showed a little macho heroic spirit.

Ning Shi couldn't help but compare himself with Ning Tian, ​​and after comparing, he finally sighed: "Oh, I can't even look better than him."

After Ning Shi came to this conclusion, he suddenly remembered something - there seemed to be a protrusion behind him, and this small piece of meat was usually raised to grab it a few times to show it to his parents, and his parents only said it was a birthmark, and nothing unusual.

Ning Shi was able to see it himself today, and he was excited to surround the body.

There is no need to lift the clothes, Ning Shi has seen this birthmark.

The birthmark is located below the back neck, light red, almost standard round, and not big. Because it grows on the spine, the flesh protrudes. Nine fiery red marks like flowing are evenly distributed around.

"It looks like the sun." Ning Shi, who was out of body, pinched his chin and said to himself.

Seeing that his birthmark was not only not ugly, but also beautiful, Ning Shi felt relieved. After walking around the house for a few more times, he thought of walking outside.

"When I was a child, I heard stories and said that even my soul could penetrate the wall. I don't know if it was true." Ning Shi walked straight to the door and reached out to press the door.

The soul's palm actually penetrated into the wooden door. This feeling was very strange, as if the hand was soaked in water. However, the wood was more like frozen honey, extremely sticky. Fortunately, there were many patterns in the wooden door, and there was less resistance when moving along these patterns.

Halfway through his hand, Ning Shi felt that his body was weaker. "No, it's still too hard. Why not try to get through the wall." He took his hand back from the wooden door, walked to the wall, and still stretched out his hand and touched it slightly as before.

"Hmm? It's cold and hard, so harsh!" Ning Shi's body trembled suddenly.

What I feel is the coldness and hardness that penetrates into the bone marrow, and only the size of the nails is the depth of the penetration.

"If the soul is strong enough, it may not be a problem to penetrate the wall. But I do understand why Taoists use peach wood swords to drive away ghosts instead of using harder iron swords. I think it should be because the patterns in the trees are the same as the meridians in the human body, which can accommodate the soul."

Just as I was thinking, the wooden door suddenly creaked and was blown open by the wind!

The terrifying wind blowing in was extremely terrifying. Ning Shi felt like a shell that was about to be slapped on the shore by the waves, and he couldn't help but retreat.

The soul almost collapsed!

The evening breeze is as terrible as the huge waves on the sea, quietly pulling out the soul that comes out of the body into the darkness.

The biting cold seemed to sweep people into the water below the ice layer. Ning Shi felt that his divine body was getting colder and weaker, and the cold "sea water" seemed to absorb the energy in his soul.

"I want to... I want to go back to **!" Ning Shi was like a pheasant strangled his neck, having difficulty breathing and struggling desperately. But everything was in vain...

The consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, and the soul has begun to decompose.

Just as Ning Shi's consciousness was about to dissipate, a faint cry came from a crane. Immediately afterwards, a warm feeling like a scorching sun shining on his body suddenly appeared.

This warmth not only brought him strength, but also dispelled the darkness... On the swaying crane foot lamp, it seemed as if it was carrying a hot sun, constantly transporting the warmth out...

In the darkness, Duanmu Wan looked at Ning Shi, whose soul was slowly strengthening, and murmured: "Why do you do this?"

On Duanmuwan's shoulder, the Red Flame Demon Lord, who was covered in black smoke, yawned lazily: "I act based on my preferences, and there is no need to report to you."

Seeing that Ning Shi's soul not only recovered as before, but also became stronger, Duanmu Wan bounced her fingers, and a light light flew out, lifting Ning Shi's soul that was lying on the ground and sending it back into his body.

After the spiritual consciousness returned to the body, Ning Shi tilted his body and fell to the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

Duanmu Wan shook her head, walked out of the dark, pulled the quilt to cover Ning Shi, put the scroll on the coffee table, then straightened her head, closed her hair, grabbed the crane foot lamp and handed it to the Red Flame Demon Lord on her shoulder, "Thank you, I'll give you back."

"I have never had the habit of taking back what I gave. You can deal with it whatever you like!" After saying this, the Red Flame Demon Lord turned around and crawled back into Duanmu Wan's body with thick smoke.

Looking at the golden flames that returned to normal in the crane foot lamp, Duanmu Wan couldn't help but smile slightly. She bent down and blew it gently, and the whole room fell into darkness... (Chapter 2, please collect it!)
Chapter completed!