“Someone about to die? Big brother Long Chen, did you give him medicine?” exclaimed Ling-er.

Long Chen almost coughed up a mouthful of blood. Between laughter and tears, he said, “Ling-er, after living for so many years, can you be more accurate with your words? Are you asking if I poisoned him?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Ling-er. “Big brother Long Chen, I’ve lived for countless years, but my soul has always been independent. I have never merged with those people’s souls, because if I did, I would no longer be myself. I only went through their spiritual memories when I needed to in order to search for something, or sometimes I used their souls to adjust my voice and intonation.”

Long Chen nodded. This was why Ling-er’s voice had sounded like that of an ancient existence when she had first spoken to him. The way she spoke was also a bit strange.

As Long Chen sped off in the flying...