After receiving the Devil's guidance, Feige Hall, or Yama, was successfully resurrected.

There was no hardship during the period, and there was no pain afterwards. Yan Rui used a pickaxe made of Hellpurgatory Horns to dig through the wall and find the Soul Crystal Portal. All he needed to do was fly the misty soul into the crystal, and the next moment he would return to the human world. There is a dark red short blade in his hand, and this is the Soul Dagger.

The dagger can be hidden in the body at any time. For the devil, the body is just a skin, not much different from a pocket. All he had to do was clench his fists and give him a thumbs up, and he would be able to summon the dagger without causing damage to his body.

I have to say that the devil is very good to his own skin, at least all the wounds on his body are gone. All that was evidence of the previous murder was the remains of blood stains on the sheets and floor, plus some extra holes in the clothes. There was no one else in the room, and the elf female killer was obviously far away, which made Yan Rui breathe a long sigh of relief. Resurrection requires the consumption of souls, and there are not many souls left, perhaps one more resurrection, and it depends on the condition of the body damage.

"If you fall off a cliff and fall to pieces, you can still be resurrected, but you can't fully recover. I don't think you want to use a paralyzed body, do you?"

Of course, Yan Rui didn't plan to die again.

The process of dying is painful, the physical sensation is only a small part, and the mental damage is the fundamental. The closer you get to the tipping point of death, the slower time becomes under the tremendous stimulus. All sorts of thoughts follow, whether it's nostalgia, remorse, or confusion, and eventually turn into fear.

He even had the feeling that it wasn't the wound in his chest and abdomen that killed him, but the throat choked by fear.

"Yan Rui, wake up, stop dwelling on the memories of death. Now find a way to survive!"

Yan Rui cheered himself up, and then stumbled out of bed to the water basin in the room. He wasn't quite comfortable with his new body yet, but it wasn't hard to regain his stride, strength and balance.

The place where he was a decent hotel room with a bed, desk, a separate bathroom, and a cubicle where he could take a simple bath. In the bathroom, a smooth copper mirror hung on the wall next to the basin, which allowed Yan Rui to see what he looked like.

In the mirror, a pale and tired face was reflected, with loose skin and bulging blood vessels that looked unhealthy. Feige Hale was already lacking in exercise, and later did a lot of experiments on his body in order to get rid of the devil's contract. Fortunately, he has good attainments in alchemy and medicine, and has been controlling the whole process, so he did not poison himself.

Long-term swallowing of various alchemical preparations will naturally produce complex drug resistance, coupled with the addictive effect of some drug side effects, anyone who sees this situation will be helpless. Only Feige Hall himself, relying on "personal experience", may still have the possibility of recuperating his body and restoring his health. It's a pity that Yan Rui only inherited part of his memory through his body, and he didn't have complete knowledge of alchemy, and his hands-on ability was slightly equal to nothing, so he didn't dare to start at all.

"The weak body can slowly recuperate and exercise, what can I do if I am addicted to drugs?" Yan Rui searched in his memory, and at the same time combined some of the knowledge that belonged to the fork in the road, and quickly found the answer: "I am now in a state of demonic possession, and addiction belongs to the physical level, and it has no impact on the spirit and soul for the time being. In other words, if I become addicted, I have to endure it, even if I die, I can't take medicine again. If you don't die, you earn it, and if you die, you still have a chance to resurrect - in short, you must not let your spirit be damaged!"

Spirit and soul are the only things that Yan Rui truly belongs to now, the foundation of everything, and the dependence of the future. After the crossing, he had to guard against the fork in the road, but he didn't dare to fully trust Feige Hale, and the two of them could only be on guard.

Only by improving one's own strength can one take the initiative in this intrigue competition.

However, there is only one path ahead, and that is to go to the penal colony. Feige had caused too much trouble before, and even if he was born in the Earl's House, he would not be able to settle it. After all, castrating the administrator of the principality with inferior medicines, the only son of the Grand Duke of the "Iron Man" Saloyan Yaria III, that is, the original heir of the principality, especially if he left no heirs, this sin is no different from treason. Perhaps he could only return when the Grand Duke had a few more sons, or if he had another generation and forgave him.

The previous female elf killer may have been sent by the Grand Duke, or it may have been sent by someone who wanted to curry favor with the Grand Duke with his death as a gift. If it's the former, there's only one killer, and if it's the latter, God knows how many more people are lurking. Yan Rui thought a lot for a moment, and then clenched his fists.

"Feige Hall, you waste, you are still a fool, the brain of alchemy is stupid, and you are still delaying on the road!

"I am you, but never like you. From now on, I'm going to be a similar but not the same Fitch Hall and get out of trouble as soon as possible! First of all, set off overnight and arrive as soon as possible!"

As the second son of the count, he had a servant with him despite being in exile. Eddie, a twelve-year-old clever boy, takes on this unlucky assignment. He was going to accompany Second Young Master Hall to the Icecrest Fortress near Collingwood Town, where he would take the oath to join and officially break away from the surname "Hall", and then he could go home and report the news.

He slept soundly next door, but immediately jumped out of the covers when he heard the call. As a servant, he always lay down with his clothes, so he put on his coat and slippers and ran quickly.

As he remembers, Eddie is thin, but he has a lot more strength than Fitch Hall. A pair of large, round eyes looked respectfully at the master, revealing a curious gaze in them.

"Pack your things, hit the road at once, and let's get to Collingwood as fast as we can. ”

"Will you leave overnight?" Eddie sniffed around: "Young master, why does it smell of blood, could it be that today's hostess can't serve and make you unhappy?"

The hostess? It turned out that the killer was invited in by "me"? Not only was she unhappy, but she was simply surprised: she poked me, not only punctured, but also stabbed me to death—but how did you say that?

"I suddenly had the inspiration to go as soon as possible. Fei Qi (Yan Rui) frowned: "What, do you have any objections?"

"No, I'll clean it up. Eddie shrunk his neck: "I know there are four horses in the store, and it's okay to rent two to get there." I'll buy another wind lantern and be careful on the road and go. If you don't take a break, you can get there in four days at the earliest. ”

Yan Rui looked at Eddie and found that the boy was very organized and quick to react, so he wanted to praise him. However, "Feige" was not such a person in the past. Under the influence of the devil, he was always cold and sarcastic about civilians and subordinates. It might not be a good idea to make a sudden change, let's talk about it when we get to Icepeak Fortress.

"Do it well, be meticulous!"

Eddie nodded, stood there frowning and thought for a few seconds before turning and running out. The first thing he had to do was wake up the shopkeeper and rent the horse. Suddenly setting out in the middle of the night, you need to wake up and soothe the horses, feed them extra fodder, prepare their muscles, saddle them, drape them, and many other things. He negotiated over there first, handed over these chores to the shopkeeper to do, and he could come back and pack his luggage calmly.

Yan Rui was stunned for a moment, and only after a while did he hear the sound of Eddie and the shopkeeper haggling outside, and then he figured out what was going on. "You thought you left me and ran away...... Then I'm really unfamiliar with life. ”

In order to save time, he also took action. Dragged out the box from under the bed, tossed the clothes scattered on the floor, and found himself a modest outfit to change into. Most of Fitch Hall's old clothes are brightly colored, intricately decorated, and flashy, but that's what is currently popular in the metropolitan area.

"Feige Hall, I'm Feige Hall......" Yan Rui said to himself as he changed his clothes, constantly deepening his impression. "The name Yan Rui must be hidden, and it can only be used again when I return to Hell—or when I find my body. ”

He simply tied his hair into a short ponytail at the back of his head, and then rubbed his face vigorously to add some blood. Before Eddie returned, he did a few push-ups and squats on the ground, and tried to lift the heavy bed, so as to have a more intuitive understanding of his physical condition.

This understanding is: there is really no power to tie the chicken.

So a panting Feige sits on the bed and can only wait for Eddie to do all the work. The only thing he could do now was to take out his alchemy notes and start studying what Fei Qi already had.