"What kind of enmity do I have against this man who conceals my life, and he does this to me. Otherwise, the old man will scatter my whole soul and let this cover be over......", Han Shengwei shook his head with a wry smile.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I didn't know before, who knows how many lives you have been reincarnated, and how many similar bad lives you have experienced, now that you know, you should try to change, otherwise life is really better than death......",

The old man then sighed again: "Alas...... Is it so easy to die? The soul is there, and it will re-enter the ...... of samsara."

These words set off waves in Han Shengwei's heart.

He is forty-five years old this year, and he has never accomplished a single thing, no matter what industry or anything, no matter how good the start, no matter how good the prospects, no matter how good the operation, in the end it will end in failure, and the failure is irresistible, the failure is reasonable, and he himself often laughs at himself with 'another perfect failure'.

The words of the white-bearded old man aroused his fighting spirit that never disappeared, he was still able to keep doing anything without success, and he never changed, his perseverance and fighting spirit can be seen?

He once vowed that even if he worked until he died, no matter how small the matter was, he would have to succeed in even one thing.

Regardless of whether the white-bearded old man said about reincarnation is true or not, Han Shengwei believes it anyway.

He felt that the so-called superstition was just a prevarication of things that science could not explain today, not that it did not exist, but that people could not understand, let alone come into contact with it.

Han Shengwei secretly made up his mind, it was a big deal to make his soul scattered, instead of going through that chaotic life, it was better to fight for the rest of the time and figure out the matter of fate.

Anyway, he has been exhausted in the past half of his life, and he has never been in the dark, so he simply came to him to go to the poor place and see who you are......

Having made up his mind, Han Shengwei asked, "Old man, what is the soul?"

"The soul is the spirit of a man, I am a beast, you are a human being, I am born with one less soul than you. There are countless spaces and many types of creatures, but most of them are not very different. Human beings have three souls and seven spirits, which are divided into heavenly souls, earth souls, and life souls, and seven souls of heavenly chong, spiritual wisdom, qi, strength, center, essence, and ying. ............ We beasts are born without a soul and a spirit spirit, so we are the first to cultivate this soul and soul, and we can transform into a soul if we are successful. ”。

"Is the soul of life a destiny?", the old man said a lot, but Han Shengwei didn't understand it at all, so he asked.

"The soul of life is the soul of life, and the character of life is the life of life, two different things. The fate is determined by heaven, and it is natural for a fool to be the emperor. ”。

"Oh......", Han Shengwei vaguely agreed, in fact, he still didn't seem to understand, and asked: "If I want to find out about this cover-up thing, where should I start?"

The old man looked at Han Shengwei and said solemnly: "Strengthen yourself and find the source!" However, it is too difficult, too difficult, and it is extremely difficult to ......."

"It's difficult, it's no different to me anyway, no matter how simple things are, I can't do anything, I can't plan anything, but any plan will definitely fail. As long as there is a way, why not make a soul scatter?!", Han Shengwei could only smile bitterly.

The old man nodded slowly: "I'm here for a time-lapse formation, which has little impact on Xiaoke, but it's different for you, I infer that your original time has been going back in time for more than twenty years, you can't stay here, if you stay, you will become a baby, and then become a soul ......."

Han Shengwei didn't understand much, and looked at the old man in a daze.

"Although I have a lot to say, but time does not allow, I will seal the cultivation methods of our beasts in Xiao Ke's soul seal, these methods will be slowly released as Xiao Ke is strong, Xiao Ke is strong, and can help you when you are still very weak. In order for you and Xiao Ke to communicate effectively, I will cast a spell on the two of you............

Before the old man finished speaking, Han Shengwei and Xiao Ke fainted......

If you want Han Shengwei and Xiao Ke to communicate effectively, you can do nothing, as long as Xiao Ke grows to a certain level, you can naturally do it.

However, Xiao Ke's growth is too slow, maybe Han Shengwei is already dead, Xiao Ke has only reached his childhood, and before he is a teenager, even if he has a soul contract with Han Shengwei, he can't communicate like in the space of the white-bearded old man.

What's more, if Han Shengwei dies, Xiao Ke will cease to exist, which is what the white-bearded old man is most worried about.

The effective communication between Han Shengwei and Xiao Ke is soul communication, because they have a soul contract and can perceive each other's brain waves.

Brain waves are the scientific name of today, that is, the thoughts or ideologies spoken about by practitioners and cultivators, as long as there is ideological activity, brain waves are naturally generated.

Once the brain waves are generated, they will not die, and they will permanently float in the universe, which is why the white-bearded old man can perceive Xiao Ke.

It's not that anyone with high mana can perceive it, the hard premise is that the soul must be close, and the closeness of the soul is not as simple as blood closeness.

The old man wanted to separate a trace of his soul and then integrate it into the souls of Han Shengwei and Xiao Ke, so that they could communicate normally.

It hurts to cast a spell like this, needless to say about the pain when splitting the soul, for mortals, soul melting is even more painful, and it will hurt to die and live, for Han Shengwei, it is still good to be dizzy.

After doing what he had to do, the exhausted old man knelt beside Han Shengwei, tears in his eyes......

Old master, old master, I finally found you, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many lives you have been reincarnated, how many heart, spirit and soul tortures you have suffered, the old slave is incompetent, watching you blow yourself up...... I've had eyes for eternity, and I've finally found you......