After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

"Qianqiu?" Song Qinqing called out the other party's name in surprise, realized the situation, and immediately lowered the volume, "Why are you here?"

"I'll make a long story short." Qianqiu replied, "I wanted to review your brother's physical condition, but found that he was grounded. He entrusted me to help you. That's it."

"Senior brother, is he alright?" Song Qinqing hurriedly asked.

"It's not bad, the degree of aging has stabilized. The 20 years suspended by the godhead are still added to the body, but fortunately, there are no additional sequelae." Qianqiu replied.

"This can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune." Song Qinqing felt deeply regretful, but she could only comfort herself in this way.

"Getting down to business, how do you need me to help you? Although I have successfully sneaked in, it is still a bit difficult to take you out... turn you into a silver sparrow and hide it in my pocket? Ah, but the mana here should not work Get up, you can't change..."

"I have an idea..."

"Tell me now!"

"The body of a mortal is heavy, and there is no way to stay in the two worlds of the gods and the underworld. Therefore, with the blessing of special means, the physique of some mortals can temporarily stay in the two worlds of the gods and the underworld. If this special method is not used..."

"Then mortals will fall back to the human world."

"Yes."

Qian Qiu didn't understand, "What does this have to do with our current situation?"

"Yes." Song Qinqing's eyes were burning, "I can become that mortal."

Qianqiu's face changed drastically, "Little Silver Sparrow, are you being imprisoned stupidly? Do you think that becoming a mortal is like drinking water, and you can change as soon as you say it? Once you change, you can't change back!"

"I know." Song Qinqing looked at Qianqiu seriously, "I'm not joking."

"You clearly saw what happened to your senior brother..."

"Because I saw the result like my brother's, and the reason was that it was delayed too late, it was almost doomed to be irreversible." Song Qinqing said, "I don't want to end up like that for me. I want to work hard while there is still time."

"but……"

"He has done so much for me, and it's my turn to work hard for him once."

"Uh..." Qianqiu was a little shaken, but he still rationally analyzed the pros and cons with Little Cupid, "You know, if you give up the godhead, you will lose the ability to be a god!"

"Actually, I decided to give up my godhood not just to get out of here. It's also because after becoming a mortal, I can ask you to apply Dreamweaving Formation to me!" Song Qinqing said, "I need to get back all my memories. I need the truth! "

"But..." Qianqiu still couldn't accept it, "You are the hero of the God of Love forest! You are the strongest little silver bird among our heroes! From the perspective of strength, I feel it is a pity; I don't want to see you fall..."

"Thank you, Qianqiu." Song Qinqing smiled gratefully, "But now I finally understand the feelings of senior brother. There can be a hundred reasons for refusing this matter, but only one reason is enough for deciding to do this matter."

"Uh..." Qianqiu basically had no reason to refute after hearing what Little Yinque said.

She took out a needle bag from her pocket and spread it on the ground.

The process of clearing the godhead is actually similar to surgery. It is a technique and does not require additional spiritual power.

It's just that when some primordial spirits perform such operations, adding spiritual power will be more clean and neat.

If there is no spiritual power, then the technical requirements for operating the primordial spirit of the matter itself will be very high.

Qianqiu twisted a needle, signaled Song Qinqing to raise his hand, and explained the process: "I will stick the needle into your finger later, and all ten fingers can do it. Then I will find the tendons of your god, and pull the godhead out of the whole body from the finger Come out. And this process, it will be very painful. Are you ready?"

Song Qinqing didn't even frown, and stretched out her two hands, "Come on."

There are not many gods who take the initiative to clear their godheads. Without exception, these gods who have made up their minds all have this firm look before the needle is inserted.

But when the needle was inserted into the finger, the tendons began to be peeled off, and these gods knew what life is worse than death, and what is too late to regret.

Thinking of this, Qianqiu just sighed deeply.

She knew that she couldn't persuade Song Qinqing, so she could only respect his wishes and start giving acupuncture.

To her surprise, Song Qinqing looked like a fragile young man, but when the needle pierced his skin and penetrated his muscles, he was able to remain motionless.

Not only that, he even gritted his teeth to control his expression, as if he was afraid that his reaction to pain would affect her performance.

Because of Song Qinqing's thoughtfulness, Qianqiu felt even more distressed, and almost trembled because of it.

However, as a hero of Yuan Shen Dao, Qian Qiu is indeed experienced and skillful, and the ten needles smoothly penetrated half an inch into Song Qinqing's fingers.

After a while, she began to check the needle to see if the needle had drawn out the divine vein.

However, the needle was unresponsive.

Thinking that everyone is different, Qianqiu waited for a while, but still did not wait for the needle to suck out the divine vein.

Noticing Qianqiu's puzzled expression, Song Qinqing asked, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Qian Qiu was puzzled, "I can't find where your tendons are?"

"Why is this happening? Is my physique special?"

"Is this really the case?" Qianqiu was reminded by the other party, and then remembered, "That's right! You are not a god, why are you judged to be a god?"

Song Qinqing replied: "Because I have a divine bone on the back of my neck, which is where my spiritual root is. I must have been misjudged."

"I have an idea..." Qianqiu's forehead overflowed with cold sweat, and he took back the ten needles while talking, "Maybe the ordinary method of clearing the godhead will not work for you, your godhead comes from the god bone, so..."

"So." Song Qinqing seemed calm, "So I have to start with the god bone?"

"I just have this guess..."

"It's not like guessing. It's very reasonable." Song Qinqing said, and directly dug out the dagger that Zhuang Yan left with him at that time, and handed it to Qianqiu.

Qian Qiu was shocked, "I'm just guessing, you dare to take this risk? It's a bone! If you don't do it well, you will die!"

"It's not just a simple guess." Song Qinqing said, "I have verified with Yi Heng that the reason why I can become a god is indeed because of this half of the bone."

"but……"

"If you don't have the heart to do it, I can do it myself."

Speaking of this, Song Qinqing actually turned back directly, and even though she couldn't see it at all, she was ready to strike at the back of the neck.

"Hey!" Qianqiu had no choice but to take over the errand, "I'll do it! At least I can see it. Besides, I can give you anesthesia..."

"Thank you."

When the anesthetic was injected, Song Qinqing felt a tingling pain in the back of her neck.

But it was obviously not as painful as when the ten fingers were pierced at the beginning.

Song Qinqing looked at her hand that was still oozing blood, but she didn't feel sad.

Finally, I will know the truth, and I will finally get rid of the shackles that have bound me all this time.

No matter how painful it is, for the sake of everything that follows...

He deserves it all.

After the anesthetic took effect, Qianqiu moved his hand.

Song Qinqing could feel the feeling when her flesh was cut open.

That feeling was weird and disgusting, and it was clear that something was messing with his body, and the touch was very clear.

Especially when the knife touched the spine in the center, even if he lost consciousness for a moment, the creepy feeling of lightning strikes would still travel all over his body.

"I saw it." Behind him, Qianqiu said.

"Okay." Song Qinqing said, and heard her own voice was unreasonably weak.

Because it is an inch below the back of the neck, Song Qinqing naturally cannot see——

After the flesh and bones were stripped off, the outside of the vertebra was covered with an extremely thin layer of bluish-glossy bone shell.

That is the divine bone Song Qinqing mentioned.

Qian Qiu swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand towards the bone shell.

It was obvious that he had been given anesthesia.

But the severe pain still woke up Song Qinqing's nerves.

It was a pain beyond life and death.

It was an unimaginable, forgettable plant instinct: a pain that could not breathe or even beat.

Song Qinqing couldn't help crying out.

Like the induction of the divine bone, it triggered the memory of its original owner.

Yi Heng's distant, clear, forbearable mourning sounded in Song Qinqing's ear.

Across time and space, the pain of the two overlapped.

It turned out that Yi Heng had experienced such pain before...

Because Song Qinqing could finally empathize with her, a line of hot tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

……

Song Qinqing felt like she was falling.

The body sank as if filled with lead, completely lost control, and kept falling.

The spiritual power in his whole body was released from his body like steam, and he watched them leave his body.

And I can only fall down.

……

He heard a female voice calling him, seeming very anxious.

He had heard that female voice just now, but he couldn't remember it now.

……

He fell to the ground.

He felt like his body was crushing pain.

But he felt he was alive.

He vaguely heard bells flickering in his ears.

He vaguely saw a formation with a strange pattern and some tangled red threads.

All he could be sure of was that he was still alive.

……

Song Qinqing opened his eyes.

He seemed to have entered a strange world, everything in front of him was strange yet familiar.

He saw a little boy.

That boy had eyebrows and eyes highly similar to Yi Heng's.

The difference is that this child is still very young...

And the child's eyes are not purple, but blue.

……

The boy was deprived of the book in his hand.Then, the woman in front of him slammed the book on his face.

He didn't dodge, just closed his eyes, and waited for the pain to fall on his cheeks to avoid the vitals, and then he opened them again——

A pair of crystal blue eyes were revealed.

Those eyes were inherited from his mother: the hysterical foreign woman in front of him.

The woman growled, cursed, and threw everything around her to the ground.

The boy only looked seven or eight years old, but his expression was numb, and he was more proficient than adults in all this.

"You want to go to school? Want to have a bright future?" The woman laughed maniacally, "Hahaha! What about me? To give birth to you, an inexplicable bastard, what about my future?"

The boy kept his mouth shut and didn't answer.

"Get out." The woman pointed at the door, "I don't want to see you, get out! Get out——"

The boy turned around calmly and left the house naturally.

Things like this, his mother's madness, happened almost every day.

He has long been used to it.

There was one more thing he was used to.

That was the black-robed man who always appeared behind him every time he placed an order.

The boy knew who those who followed him were.

Those people are gods of death.