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

The moment the ripples appeared, time and space seemed to have pressed the pause button.

The snowflakes all over the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the word "kill" that had already reached in front of Fu Sheng was also frozen, only three inches away from Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng's eyes remained slightly open, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

Xiaoman and Yanyun had fear and worry on their faces.

Everything is completely still at this moment, like a painting.

——This is Qiqi’s second time taking action.

Everything within sight was completely frozen, except for the hand shrouded in holy light that emerged from the ripples, unobstructed.

What was different from the previous time at Shenmeng Mountain was that this time Qiqi revealed more, with her hands and half of her robe sleeves visible from the ripples.

The white sleeves of the robe are rimmed with gold patterns, and one can tell at a glance that it is made of extremely fine and noble material.

Fu Sheng was frozen, his eyes still focused on the word "kill". His eyeballs could not move, so he could not see it clearly. He could only vaguely see that the hand seemed to make some gesture, and then the chessboard in front of Jun Wuchi made a "buzzing" vibration, and then went back into the void.

After the chessboard disappeared, the word "kill" also lost the golden color that was wrapped around it after being rebounded, and returned to its normal blood color.

Fu Sheng was still amazed at what was happening when he heard a clear and gentle voice: "Fu Sheng, Hua Ling."

Different from the sounds that had sounded in his mind before, this time the sound came from the ripples and was actually heard by Fu Sheng with his ears.

As these words came out, Fu Sheng, which had been frozen in place, suddenly began to move.

Fu Sheng blinked, almost doubting whether the voice he just heard was an illusion: "Qi Qi?"

The feeling of hearing the voice in the mind is completely different from that of hearing it with the ears, especially when he called his name, the inadvertent sense of oppression from the superior almost made Fu Sheng breathless.

"Yeah." The voice responded, and repeated in a gentle voice: "Hua Ling."

The words drawn with blood can only be offset by the painter of the spirit. This is something that no one can change. All he can do is to pause time and space to give Fu Sheng time to draw the spirit.

"Okay." Hearing Qiqi's urging, Fu Sheng suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and immediately stretched out his hand to draw a spirit.

The fingertip that was bitten when drawing the spirit had not yet healed. Fu Sheng squeezed out a drop of blood and drew the word "disappear".

After the word "消" was written, it collided with the word "杀" which was frozen in time, and then the two were annihilated together.

Seeing the word "kill" disappear, Fu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up at the ripples and found that they had disappeared at some point. Everything around her returned to normal, and snowflakes were slowly falling.

Yan Yun and Xiao Man also resumed their actions at this time. Yan Yun's eyes were wide open, and her voice was full of lingering fear: "Whose hand was that just now? Who was talking?"

Such a powerful pressure!!

Seeing that everything was back to normal, Fu Sheng didn't bother to reply to Yan Yun, but only called out in his heart: "Qi Qi?"

"Yeah." Qiqi responded softly, with no change in tone.

But Fu Sheng could feel for no reason that Qiqi was very weak.

After she called out the name, she didn't know what to say.

This was not the first time she had seen Qiqi take action, but every time Qiqi appeared, she was still quite moved.

"Are you okay?" Fu Sheng asked.

"Not bad." Qiqi said, "but I may have to sleep for a while."

"Ah..." Fu Sheng frowned, but was not surprised.

The last time Qiqi took action at Shenmeng Mountain, she fell into a coma.

It seems that every time he takes action, he suffers great losses.

"He has been guarding Jun Wuchi all the time. Don't attack Jun Wuchi before I wake up." Qiqi warned.

Fu Sheng heard this and thought, "You're not going to kill Jun Wuchi?"

"I can't kill him now." Qiqi said, he paused, and then said: "Unless you and Yan Su get the opportunity, your strength increases greatly, and you are sure enough to kill him, otherwise don't do it. Especially before I wake up, don't use the painting spirit to attack Jun Wuchi, otherwise the result is likely to be the same as this time."

Originally, it was thought that Jun Wuchi had fallen into the Suxin Realm, was unconscious, and had no ability to fight back, and that this was the best time to attack him.

But now it seems that Jun Wuchi is more like a bait this time.

Instead, they almost lost their lives.

"I was too anxious this time." Qiqi said in a calm voice, reflecting, "I just thought he lent Luoqi to Jun Wuchi, and Jun Wuchi was now unconscious and couldn't control Luoqi, but I didn't expect that he was actually controlling it."

"Him? You mean the man in white robe?" Fu Sheng listened to Qiqi's words and asked in confusion: "But didn't the man in white robe not come this time?"

"He's here," Qiqi said.

"Where?" Fu Sheng wondered.

'Inside Jun Wuchi's body.'

The unexpected answer made Fu Sheng gasp, "Inside Jun Wuchi's body?!"

What does it mean?

Fu Sheng was obviously very surprised, but Qi Qi didn't intend to continue explaining, and just said: "I am about to fall into a deep sleep."

When saying this, Qiqi's voice was a little tired.

Fu Sheng didn't know whether Qi Qi was really too weak or he didn't want to continue this topic. Anyway, after hearing what he said, Fu Sheng didn't want to continue asking. He just pursed his lips and finally asked: "How long will you sleep?"

'At least three days, at most...'

'More?'

"I'm not sure, but before I wake up, don't act rashly without a firm grasp..."

Before the last note was even finished, Qiqi's voice disappeared.

Fu Sheng called out Qiqi several times in his consciousness, but got no response.

After making sure that Qiqi was asleep, Fu Sheng withdrew from his consciousness.

Compared to last time, she didn't feel that bad this time.

The last time Qiqi fell asleep, she felt very insecure. She always felt uncomfortable without Qiqi around and she wished Qiqi would wake up soon.

But ever since Qiqi changed his personality after waking up, Fu Sheng’s dependence on him was not as strong.

She hadn't communicated much with Qiqi in this year. Now that he had fallen into a deep sleep, Fu Sheng felt that her heart was not that shaken.

Instead, there is a sense of...relaxation.

"What on earth are you daydreaming about?"

Yan Yun's voice came to his ears, and Fu Sheng saw a hand waving in front of his eyes.

Fu Sheng's pupils rolled and he raised his eyes to look at Yan Yun.

Seeing Fu Sheng finally react, Yan Yun put her hands away, supported her waist and frowned at her, "I really doubt if there is someone living in your body. What is going on all day? I asked you a question but you ignored me."