Chapter 64: Qu Hun

Han Li felt the cold body temperature of the giant with his fingers and looked at his dull, lifeless eyes, while guessing in his heart what Zhang Tie had encountered.

It was highly likely that Doctor Mo, in collusion with Yu Yu Zitong, had kidnapped Zhang Tie, who had made some progress in the "Elephant Armor Technique" back then, and forged the fake appearance of his departure, deceiving the many eyes and ears of the Seven Mysteries Sect. Then, secretly, he used some kind of magic technique to make Zhang Tie lose his soul, and then made his body become so strange, which was very similar to the situation when the "Elephant Armor Technique" was completed.

Han Li's guess was very accurate, and the true situation was indeed not much different.

Back then, Doctor Mo had a sudden inspiration, intending to combine the "Elephant Armor Technique" and the corpse-refining technique provided by Yu Yu Zitong to create a batch of corpse men who would be obedient and could sweep through the Jianghu. But in a short time, he had only managed to make this one giant, whom Doctor Mo regarded as a treasure, usually hiding him in some secret place at the foot of the mountain, and only brought him back when he returned to the mountain last time.

But Yu Yu Zitong had no interest in such a neither-fish-nor-fowl corpse man, and even sneered at it. Because when his magic body was still there, he had too many ways to subdue such an incomplete corpse man, and compared to the advanced Iron-Armored Corpse of real cultivators, the power of this corpse man was far worse, and he could only show off in the mortal world. The only advantage was probably that the materials were simple and the refining was easy, and anyone with a little magic power could manufacture it.

After a long while, Han Li suddenly withdrew his hand from the giant's face and moved his gaze away from him uneasily, looking at the broken stone door and staring blankly.

At this instant, he felt his heart go cold. It wasn't because he felt sorry for Zhang Tie's miserable encounter, but because he felt uneasy about his own cold-bloodedness.

He had thought that knowing the miserable end of his good friend, he would raise his head angrily and shout the names of "Mo Mo Juren" and "Yu Yu Zitong" loudly, and his voice would be filled with the anger of hating them.

But in reality, besides a slight sadness, he didn't have much of a reaction or anger, as if the person who had fallen into this situation wasn't his once-good friend "Zhang Tie," but a passerby who had nothing to do with him.

Was it because he knew that the Zhang Tie in front of him was just a shell and not the person himself? Or had his own heart become very iron-blooded?

This kind of selfish and cold-blooded performance made Han Li himself feel somewhat afraid. Only now did he realize that he had become so strange at some point!

Han Li finally woke up from his daze. He looked at the giant with complicated eyes, not knowing how to address "him."

Thinking of Doctor Mo's words about "soul and spirit lost" and "walking corpse," Han Li looked up at the sky and said softly:

"Brother Zhang, I think you have already been reincarnated. Your remaining body is of no use, so I will borrow it for a while! I will definitely use it cautiously, and I hope you won't blame me."

After saying these prayer-like words, Han Li felt a bit more at ease, as if he were hypnotizing himself, before saying to the giant:

"Since you are the shell left by Brother Zhang and have no independent soul, I will call you 'Qu Hun'! I hope you can help me in the days to come."

Hearing Han Li's words, the giant stood there blankly, without any reaction other than his consistent obedience, looking like he really didn't have an independent spirit and could only passively accept orders.

"I'm actually saying these things to a body without a spirit. I'm really too silly!" Han Li shook his head self-deprecatingly, then walked toward the stone room with light steps.

"Qu Hun, follow me."

Han Li had completely recovered from his low mood, his expression as usual, as if nothing had happened. It seemed that he was indeed as he thought, having become incredibly iron-blooded and rational, no longer easily troubled by emotions.

This astonishing change, for Han Li who was about to embark on the path of a cultivator, was it a disaster or a blessing?

In the period that followed, Han Li was busy for a long time in order to handle the aftermath properly.

Not only did he have to bury Doctor Mo's corpse under a big tree, but he also had to destroy and throw away everything left in the stone room, and even ordered Qu Hun to smash the entire stone room, tearing it to pieces until it was completely unrecognizable, only then was he willing to stop.

After such a toss, the sky was already dusk, and the sun had already begun to set.

Han Li stood in front of the former stone room, now a pile of rotten stones, looked around, and didn't find anything missing, only then did he nod with satisfaction.

"Qu Hun, let's go!"

"There are still a lot of things to deal with tomorrow! It's a pity you don't have a spirit and can't speak. Otherwise, if there were someone to discuss with, I think I would feel more at ease."

Under the fiery red sunset light, Han Li dragged his long, thin shadow, muttering incessantly to the giant he had renamed "Qu Hun," seemingly finally finding a listener who could pour out his heart and wouldn't complain to him. At this moment, where could one see a trace of his coldness and ruthlessness? He was completely like a boy next door.

After arranging Qu Hun, Han Li returned to his residence. In the room, he was like a stranger who hadn't returned for a long time, touching and looking at the tables and chairs everywhere, muttering to himself:

"This day has been so long! It seems longer than the ten or so years I've lived before combined."

Then, with a "whoosh," he fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He was very tired! Both mentally and physically, he was exhausted.

"However, it's good to be alive!" He thought to himself with a smile at the corners of his mouth before entering his dreams.

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