We bear people have power

Like a cycle of reincarnation, Guan Bo shocked Hei Wuchang, and now it was Hei Wuchang's turn to shock him.

The ghost messenger was supposed to be saving people, not killing them, which Guan Bo found hard to believe.

Seeing the panda spirit's expression, Black Impermanence asked Guan Bo, "Do you perhaps think that death is true death? If that's the case, then can we ghost messengers be considered alive?"

There was no way to respond to that. Guan Bo felt that if he lied, he would be easily seen through, but if he told the truth, he would offend people.

"All things in heaven and earth have an end, but only a trace of true spirit remains, which allows one to enter the cycle of reincarnation. If the soul is scattered and the spirit is dispersed, then one is truly dead."

"This young man committed too many sins in his previous life, which is why he was born with a disability and suffered endless pain in this life. But in this life, he has done good deeds and accumulated merit, which has already offset his sins. Now, he is terminally ill, so we have come to help him and save him from this sea of ​​suffering."

"You think we've come to kill Nie Shuhuan, but we've come specifically to protect his soul's reincarnation according to the Book of Life and Death. Even if we hadn't come, he was destined to die. If he became a wandering ghost, a ray of sunlight or a gust of wind would condemn him to eternal damnation," Black Impermanence explained.

This was the first time Guan Bo had ever heard someone explain to him what reincarnation was.

Looking back at Nie Shuhuan, who was hunched over and pale and weak in the room, Guan Bo knew, even without his innate supernatural powers connecting his senses, that the boy was enduring immense pain. His spine was crooked, forcing him to lie prone, a position he had maintained for over a decade since birth.

Being confined to this dark and gloomy room every day, enduring the disdain of relatives and the pointing fingers of others, such a life is truly an endless sea of ​​suffering.

But what about Baiwa?

Between people, isn't the most precious thing that lies in shared memories? It's these memories that give rise to emotions, making us complete individuals. To fall into the cycle of reincarnation, losing memories of past lives—is that truly escaping the sea of ​​suffering?

Guan Bo asked Gongsun Jing, "Can this boy's illness be cured?"

Gongsun Jing shook her head and said, "This kind of congenital deformity is difficult to cure even if you learn the art of bringing the dead back to life and replacing a spine. But judging from his appearance, I'm afraid he won't last more than a month."

Black Impermanence interjected, "This young lady has good eyesight. According to the Book of Life and Death, if his soul cannot be brought to the underworld before the end of next month, his body will collapse and he will die. At that time, his soul will also be damaged."

Guan Bo was caught in a dilemma. Forcibly stopping the ghost messengers from taking Nie Shuhuan's soul meant he couldn't truly save him. Black Impermanence had no reason to deceive him on this matter. If he didn't send Nie Shuhuan into reincarnation, he could only watch him continue to suffer torment, even risking his soul being scattered.

Seeing Guan Bo's troubled expression, Gongsun Jing said, "Let them decide this themselves."

These words were like a wake-up call. Guan Bo suddenly remembered that whether it was life or death, it should be up to Nie Shuhuan to decide. If he was willing to enter reincarnation, Guan Bo naturally couldn't stop him. If he didn't want to be separated from Baiwa'er, then he had gotten what he wanted, and Guan Bo would find another way to extend his life.

Guan Bo usually thought that Gongsun Jing was too mature for her age and seemed to lack humanity, but this time, she saw it more clearly.

“Young lady, you’ve heard the truth. Go inside and discuss it with Nie Shuhuan. Whatever decision you make, we’ll do our best to help you,” Guan Bo said to Baiwa’er.

Baiwa wiped away his tears, kowtowed three times to Guan Bo, and then turned and ran into the thatched hut.

"What do you think they'll choose?" Guan Bo asked Gongsun Jing.

“I…don’t know,” Gongsun Jing replied.

There was still a little time before dawn, and in theory, the ghost messengers could have left at any time after the duel was over. But as the sky gradually brightened, they still waited patiently.

However, what they received did not seem to be a good result.

A scream came from inside the room; it was Nie Shuhuan's voice.

It was shrill and filled with despair...

Guan Bo rushed in immediately, without even looking through the doors and windows, and smashed through the earthen wall.

The horrific scene inside the room unfolded before everyone's eyes. Nie Shuhuan was holding Baiwa's headless body, shouting hoarsely, "Little Bai, why didn't you move away? Why did you save me?"

Meanwhile, Nie Shuhuan's father, the village chief of Beiwang Village, was holding a bloodstained woodcutter's knife.

The little white baby's head rolled around Guan Bo's feet, his face still showing an expression of disbelief.

Guan Bo picked up the blood-stained head and couldn't help but recall the day Yingcao died tragically; it seemed to be a similar morning as well. The place was desolate and lonely, a sight that evoked feelings of solitude and coldness.

"You wicked demon! Good riddance! I should have killed you with one blow back then! You piece of trash, I should have thrown you into the bathtub and drowned you when you were born, so you wouldn't have colluded with demons to harm me!" The village chief's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted madly.

Guan Bo felt he had never seen such an ugly person before. Just as he was about to slap this madman into mincemeat, he heard the head in his arms speak: "No, I didn't hurt anyone, really I didn't."

Guan Bo then realized that Baiwa was no ordinary person, but a real monster, and beheading might not necessarily mean death.

Holding Baiwa'er's head and looking at her headless body, Guan Bo didn't know how to attach it back to her.

Upon hearing Baiwa'er's words, the village chief, who had already gone mad, brandished his wood-chopping knife and charged forward again, shouting, "I'll kill you, you monster!"

Guan Bo ignored him and blew out a gust of wind that sent the old man flying out of the thatched hut.

However, Baiwa'er's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and Guan Bo didn't know what to do.

When the Black and White Impermanence arrived nearby, the Black Impermanence sighed, "It's a pity, it's too late to save him."

Black Impermanence reached out and touched White Baby's head, and pulled out a semi-transparent little girl.

This was Baiwa'er's soul. Although it appeared intact, there was a noticeable wound on its neck. At the same time, the little head in Guan Bo's arms had completely lost its life force.

The ghostly Baiwa'er wept bitterly, but Nie Shuhuan, being only a mortal, could not see the existence of the spirit. No matter how many times Baiwa'er called out in his ear, he simply held Baiwa'er's corpse and wept.

Seeing this, Guan Bo felt a surge of anger. He grabbed the village chief and roared, "You old bastard, why did you kill Baiwa'er! She would even pull out her own bones to save your son!"

The village chief seemed to have regained some of his senses after being frightened by the demonic wind. Seeing Guan Bo's appearance, he quickly begged for mercy, "Monster, you're a monster too! Spare me, I don't want to die, don't kill me!"

"Spare you? When have you ever spared her?"

Guan Bo pointed at Bai Wa'er's corpse, about to kill the old bastard, but then he saw Bai Wa'er fly in front of him and plead, "Please let him go, please spare him, he is Ye Zi's father after all."