"Host! Host!"
Xiao Yi's voice vaguely sounded in Fang Jueyu's consciousness.
"I... why am I still alive?" Fang Jueyu opened his eyes, and when he saw his state, he was suddenly startled!
His entire body became as illusory as mist, floating lightly in mid-air, unable to feel the presence of any of his organs, as if he was now just a soul detached from the body.
"Could I have become one of those undead?" Fang Jueyu's face was filled with anxiety, "But fortunately, I seem to still have willpower, which might make me a higher-order undead, though I regret I can't continue fulfilling the mission that elder entrusted to me."
"Host, what are you talking about? You haven't kicked the bucket yet!" Xiao Yi found Fang Jueyu's appearance somewhat amusing, "Look there!"
"What is that?" Fang Jueyu looked in the direction Xiao Yi mentioned, only to see a patch of mottled particle-like matter floating in that area, drifting aimlessly like a wandering soul.
