We stopped in the middle of a mountain, close to my father's construction site, and the wind blew through it, giving it an eerie feel.

"Is the mountain spirit hiding in this woods? How are we going to save my father's soul? ”

"Wait a minute, that paper crane should be able to bring us back news in a moment."

Yihua told me to try not to be silent, and I would startle the snake.

We just found a random place to sit down. The cold wind blew, and I sneezed several times in a row.

Yihua then stood up and stood in front of me, blocking out all the wind blowing towards me. I was much warmer, and I was a little moved by Yihua's sudden move, and blurted out: "You blocked the wind, isn't it cold?"

Yihua looked at me like an idiot: "Are you as mortal and fragile as you are?"

"Then why are you trapped in the Dragon Well?"

After listening to my words, Yihua instantly became sad, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated, as if he was sad, and seemed to hide a sense of anger.

"Because of one person."

I was about to explain what I had said wrongly, when this one came. Alone?

A lot of questions popped up in my mind, but when I saw him now, I didn't dare to ask any more questions.

"Now that you're free, you can go to that guy, right?"

"That's my business, you don't want to get rid of me, since you have made a contract with me, after I rescue your father, you have to be ready to do things for me."

This guy changed his face as he spoke, and he really turned his face faster than turning a book.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, I stopped asking.

At this time, the paper crane flew back and disappeared after falling into Yihua's hands.

I hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How's it going?"

Yihua said lightly: "I found out, this spirit is generally cultivated, in the cave deep in this mountain, the souls of your father and other people are captured by it and hidden there, let's go."

Yihua used a spell to take me to the spirit's lair, and it was pitch black in front of me, and there was the sound of water dripping.

The spirit lives in the deepest part of the cave, and if you find it, you can see my father's spirit.

Yihua's practice on my eyes allows me to temporarily see things that I can't normally see with the naked eye.

Yihua stopped in front of me, bent down with his back to me, and motioned for me to climb up.

I was surprised and said, "Are you going to carry me?"

"What do you say, at this speed you are walking, hurry up, don't waste time."

Yihua walked on my back for about ten minutes, paused, and motioned for me to be silent.

The same wails as in the hospital room sounded around him, only more eerie.

I know that my father's soul is also there. Hurry up and urge Yihua to save my father quickly.

Before I could finish speaking, the cries of the men died down, and the cave suddenly became brighter.

A young man's voice sounded: "I don't know if a distinguished guest is coming, and I am far away to welcome you."

Yihua was not afraid of him, but put me down and led me forward.

The view from inside widened up, and in front of it was a very delicate bed made of branches and leaves.

And on the bed sat a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with fair skin, ruddy lips, two slender eyes, and white hair on the top of his head.

Yihua spoke first: "Are the souls of those people captured by you?"