Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

A flash of white light appeared before Gu Yao's eyes.

Gu Xuanzhi sat on the spirit boat, muttering incantations and coughing occasionally.

His once broad frame was now terribly thin.

It carried a sense of loneliness.

The sickly air between his brows was impossible to suppress. He casually draped a robe over his shoulders, his Taoist robe loose and baggy, just as Gu Yao remembered him.

He just had a lot more obsession, his eyes were fixed on the front, and he was a little crazy.

The spirit boat was already traveling at its fastest speed, and inside that spirit boat, which could shelter from wind and snow and was warm in winter and cool in summer, Gu Xuanzhi curled up on the bed, biting his lower lip tightly, enduring the raging spiritual power within his body.

The exposed skin was covered with golden runes.

It was embedded in the inch of Gu Xuanzhi's exposed skin, like the most beautiful gem set in the most magnificent treasure, penetrating to the bone.

The red-hot branding iron dented the thin layer of skin and flesh, violently embedding runes into it.

Like cracks, they covered the body of this jade figure.

Broken and then reassembled.

It is the cruelest punishment in the world.

Not a drop of blood flowed from Ruyu's body, but it was soaked in sweat. In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his body was broken and reassembled again and again.

Gu Xuanzhi gritted his teeth and endured it, not daring to fall asleep.

If you can't withstand the backlash, how can you talk about changing your fate?

Now that he has seen this glimmer of hope, he will seize it firmly.

Blood had soaked through the tattered copper coin in his tightly clenched palm. Gu Yao turned his head to look, and saw that the copper coin had drawn a line of fate that stretched into the distance.

The spirit boat finally came to rest above a dense forest.

The massacre in that dense forest was nearing its end.

Inside the dilapidated temple, a child lay in the arms of a woman covered in blood, already lifeless.

Gu Xuanzhi's breath hitched, and with a wave of his hand, he killed all the bandits.

The bodies were completely unmarked.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew a talisman, and the gates of the underworld opened. The Black and White Impermanence appeared, bowing to Gu Xuanzhi as a greeting. Then, their chains lashed out, snatching away the souls of these evil people.

Gu Xuanzhi frowned as he looked at the layer of blood. This deep blood smear must have been the sacrifice of countless wronged souls to that knife.

The judge determined their merits and demerits, and all these people were destined for the eighteenth level of hell.

He had no time to pay attention to that at the moment, and strode into the dilapidated temple. He crouched down and checked, and found that the child was no longer breathing.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fingertips trembled, and with a wave of his hand and a tap of his toes, he blocked the path of the Black and White Impermanence.

His gaze swept across the souls, but all he found was blood and he couldn't find a single innocent child.

“There’s no need to search for Immortal Lord Gu anymore; that child was originally soulless,” said Black Impermanence.

Gu Xuanzhi's face turned pale, and he staggered back a step.

Soulless.

Without a soul, there is no life.

It was born prematurely and died young.

How can we save the Tianqian Sect?

Gu Xuanzhi refused to believe it and, in a flash, took the crumpled child from the woman's arms.

It was still cold.

Silence.

Along with it, Gu Xuanzhi's heart also grew cold.

Are they really not even going to give us this small way out?

Is the way of Heaven really this unfair?

Gu Xuanzhi slumped to the ground, his face pale and exhausted. Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed in the sky, and a streak of purple light pierced the heavens. The faint light, which seemed about to dissipate at any moment, fell into the body that should have died long ago.

A faint cry of a baby followed.

Gu Xuanzhi stared blankly down at the person in his arms who had been silent, but now had their eyes closed and was crying incessantly.

Gu Xuanzhi reached out and touched the baby's neck.

It is warm.

It pulsated slightly.

Gu Xuanzhi's heart began to beat again, filled with indescribable joy.

Although the heartbeat was faint, the child had indeed survived.

After the light fell, Gu Yao's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Gu Xuanzhi's haggard face.

From this angle, he has a bit of bluish stubble.

The wind and rain outside were getting stronger, but nestled in Gu Xuanzhi's arms, he only felt warmth and was not affected by the wind and rain at all.

My mind was foggy, and the hunger in my body made it hard for my fragile body to breathe.

A little while later, he fell asleep clutching Gu Xuanzhi's clothes.

That weariness rising from the depths of one's soul clearly indicated a deficiency in one's spirit.

This was Gu Yao's last thought before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was in a different place, and even the hunger had been relieved a lot. However, the stinging pain of his incomplete soul still made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

Gu Yao stared at Gu Xuanzhi sitting at the table, still dressed in a Taoist robe, aloof and cold as snow, with no human warmth at all, as if he were about to become an immortal.

He reached out as if to call for help, but all he could manage were mumbled "ee-ee-ya-ya".

numb.

He really is just a child.

Can't even speak.

Gu Xuanzhi sat at the table, and seeing that the person had woken up, he walked to the bedside and reached out to pick up Gu Yao.

Gu Yao felt himself take off, as if he had suddenly risen into the air.

He stared blankly at Gu Xuanzhi's outstanding face; the experience from this death perspective was truly absurd.

Gu Xuanzhi thought the child was very well-behaved. He wouldn't cry or fuss after eating his fill, and he wasn't picky. He also enjoyed drinking the goat milk.

They are very easy to raise.

But the damage to the soul...

Thinking of this, Gu Xuanzhi imitated the women of the world and lifted Gu Yao into his arms.

Gu Yao: "..." At this moment, Master is really radiating a maternal glow!

You wouldn't guess this was the old man who used to trick him every few days when he was a child.

Gu Xuanzhi smiled, not caring whether the child in his arms could understand or not, and gently coaxed, "Little Yao, be good, I'll take you home in a couple of days."

Gu Yao rolled his eyes inwardly, struggled to turn over, and his gaze fell on the white mass on the table. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened instantly.

Gu Xuanzhi didn't care that Gu Yao had turned his back to him. Instead, he took out a pill from his storage ring, crushed it, spread out the white mass on the table, and slowly applied it to the deep, bone-revealing wound on Gu Yao's abdomen.

If Gu Yao had only suspected something before, now that he saw the festering wound on the white fox's abdomen, he was certain that this was the unfortunate creature whose demon core had been dug out.

There is Gu Yao, a worthy member of the Su Fox Clan!