Looking at the poor old Wang, Gu Fenghua also secretly sympathized.

But she can't be blamed for this, who knew that the hall master, who has always been open-minded and courageous, would be so petty in this kind of thing.

If you want to blame the old king himself, who made him surnamed Wang, but he happened to live next door to the hall master.

Soon, the group arrived at the inner house.

A beautiful woman with an elegant temperament was silently wiping away her tears, seeing that she should be the lady of the hall master wearing her temperament, next to her, a group of servants did not dare to make noise, looking at Fang Tianyou who was sitting on the sickbed, all of them were full of worry.

Gu Fenghua and the others all looked at Fang Tianyou, and after taking the Healing Saint Pill, his pig-headed face had recovered, but his eyes were sluggish.

"God bless, how are you?" Fang Shibo didn't have time to pay attention to others, stepped forward to hold Fang Tianyou's hand, and asked with concern.

Fang Tianyou raised his head, glanced at him a few times with a dull gaze, and then turned his head away blankly.

"He, what's wrong with him?" Fang Shibo asked in a trembling voice.

I remember that last time I was seriously injured by Gu Fenghua, one plant, one beast and two demon pets, although Fang Tianyou said that his face blindness was also very bad, and he was so blind that he didn't even know himself, but he was still sober, how could he be as dull as he is now, and the whole person looks like he is stupid.

"Like, it's the legendary Soul Sickness." Xie Huaiyuan said with a heavy expression.

"Soul Sickness!" Fang Shibo's whole body was shocked, and the hall master's wife sitting next to him cried even more.

It is said that some holy cultivators who go mad can cause the soul to lose their souls, and they look like ordinary people, but they have no mind at all, and this symptom is also known as the disease of leaving the soul.

To put it simply, it is the same as the folk saying that the mind is crazy, but the mind of the holy cultivator is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and once he suffers from the disease of leaving the soul, the consequences are far more serious than the madness of the heart.

A madman can still go crazy, but he is just insane, but when he suffers from the disease of leaving the soul, he is like a walking corpse, and he can't even go crazy.

To put it more simply, it's the living dead.

In the same way, it is also because the holy cultivator already has a good cultivation and his mind is far superior to ordinary people, if he suffers from this soul-leaving disease, it will be even more difficult to heal.

"Elder Xie, please, you must find a way to save God Bless." Seeing that his only beloved son had become like this, Fang Shibo couldn't care about the identity of the hall master, let alone the grievances with Xie Huaiyuan in the past, and begged bitterly.

There were still a few heart-nourishing pills left on his body, but they were used to treat face blindness, and they were of no use to this soul-leaving disease.

"Lord of the Hall, it's not that I refuse to save it, it's that I don't know how to start." Xie Huaiyuan wanted to comfort Fang Shibo for a few words, but when he thought that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, so he still said frankly.

With the divine thoughts of holy cultivation that are far superior to ordinary people, it is not easy to have the disease of leaving the soul, so there are very few relevant records, and how can there be a cure to pass down.

"Can't even you do it?" Fang Shibo muttered, just a moment, the half-white and half-gray hair on his sideburns turned into a piece of silver snow, and his face was full of haggardness.

"Perhaps, I can think of a way." Gu Fenghua couldn't bear to see Fang Shibo so sad, racked his brains and thought carefully, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said.

"Do you have a way?" Fang Shibo raised his head in surprise.