After weighing the souls, I watched as I placed the six balls of souls in six containers, and then threw them into a spatial crack that suddenly appeared. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then I looked at my original body with wide eyes and a gentle expression, and I heard the original body calling my name, and she was so gentle when she called my name, but it made me more and more desperate.

It dawned on me that she had never forgotten me, that she had recognized me at first sight. But she knew that it was impossible to cut souls, and it was absolutely impossible for mortal souls to be used to cut them, after all, there were still differences in the quality of souls.

Even though all souls were equally humble before the Void, they were essentially unequal.

This is not the same as whether it is a black ant or a white ant in front of the anteater, except for the taste, or maybe not even the taste.

The original knew from the beginning that my experiment was unlikely to succeed, so she decided to make my experiment successful at her own expense.

The original body is begging for death.

I didn't know why the original wanted to die, but I could feel the tenderness and reluctance in her last remnant of her soul, and she looked at me, but I knew she was looking at me and not just me.

I should have thought of it a long time ago, but because of some verbal misinformation, I didn't think about it in that direction from the beginning.

I suddenly understood something, from the very beginning of the meeting, I was actually led by the nose by the original body before leaving, I'm afraid everything I said was expected by her.

I haven't seen each other for so long that I've even forgotten what someone behind the original body is known for, the true lie, because there is no lie at all.

I felt even greater despair, and I remember crying because I felt my hand raise to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes.

My body is out of my control, but it is under my control. In my senses, I raised my hand and wiped away the tears that flowed from the corners of the original body's eyes.

I saw the original body smiling, and then I remembered that no matter what time it was, she was always smiling when I looked at the original body, sometimes gentle, sometimes coquettish.

Even when she cut her soul just now, she was laughing. In the midst of the pain that directly tore her soul apart, she was still laughing, smiling at me.

Despair was eating away at my soul, but I couldn't feel the pain, and I watched as the original body gradually closed her eyes - her eyes were still smiling, smiling at me!

In his ears, a low and gentle voice sounded: "How is it?

"I want to!"

I don't know why I suddenly calmed down and answered the voice in cold language.

"But it comes at a price, a price you can't imagine!" the voice continued, as if thinking.

"No matter what the cost, I'm willing!"

I almost yelled, at least I felt like I was yelling, and I couldn't suppress the anger and fear in my heart.

Anger is at myself, I'm so angry at why I'm doing this soul experiment, I'm angry at why I'm going to let her suffer this way.

Actually, I know that I'm angry at why I'm insisting, I'm angry at my self-confidence.

Actually, in the beginning, when I found out who the original was, the experiment could have ended. But I think I can control all the rhythms, and since I can separate the souls, I can bring them together.

I'm arrogantly confident in my technique.

But later, I knew I was wrong.

In fact, after that, the experiment was already out of control, and from the time the first soul was separated by me, this soul operation was completely out of control, but I was still arrogant and thought that everything was under my control.

I was also afraid, I was afraid of what I was doing, because I knew it was going to put me on board.

But my fear is not so much about here, but my fear of losing the girl in front of me.

Her eyes were half-open, exhaustion written under them, and I knew she was tired. But she still had a smile on her face, and that smile was beautiful, really beautiful against the tears in the corners of her eyes and the sadness in her eyes.

I don't want to die!

I could feel the weakening of her soul, the endless weakening. This is the result of my research, and I killed her.

After losing so much of her soul, she was slowly transitioning towards something I knew so well - 'pollution'!

For a moment I almost forgot to think.

But my body was still moving, I felt myself caressing her cheek, she also reached out and pressed mine, I saw the tenderness of the corners of her mouth, and I saw the slight floating of her mouth.

Even if there was no sound, I understood the meaning of those words in a trance, and it was like thunder for a while.

"Don't cry ......"

The string called sanity finally broke down completely, and I completely relinquished control of my body, and the seductive words came to my ears: "Swap?"

"Swap!"

I really yelled out this time, and suddenly I realized that I had been watching all the actions of 'myself' as if I was watching a boring trick, but now, I finally felt the painful remorse.

I suddenly realized that in fact, I was nothing more than that.

After I agreed and let go of all my body's grip, I felt as if I heard a satisfied chuckle, but it was only an illusion.

I felt like my body was still under my control, but they were doing things I couldn't understand.

I have concentrated all my power in the palm of my hand, which contains all my imprints, concepts, and even origins.

I watched as I stuffed it all into her body, and then I saw her weakened soul begin to become transparent and finally return to hers.

Then I did something I couldn't understand, I split her soul and body, and I formed two completely different entities.

One is the soul and the other is the body.

After doing this, I suddenly felt a huge pain.

It was like my soul was torn apart, no, it was the pain of my soul being torn apart, and in a trance I saw my soul, a translucent shadow of my body.

Suspended above a sea of utter darkness.

I saw myself, tearing my soul in two, one black and one white.

I was close to breaking down in the agony of tearing my soul, and it was then that I realized that she had just endured such pain.

I suddenly felt immense regret and regretted my existence.

Suddenly, I closed my eyes as if I were asleep.

By the time I opened my eyes again, I don't know how long it had been.

I don't know if it's half of my soul who listens to me about this past mistake, or if it's some other lucky person who stumbled into this place by mistake.

If the person who is listening to me right now is me, remember, by all means, you must find her.

Be sure to find her, never give up at any time, and don't believe ......