Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

Forever... a Spirit Slave?

Although Fang Yu didn’t speak again, his expression visibly dimmed.

He looked at Qian Guxing, clearly the same person, the same appearance, yet no longer the person in his memory.

Is this what it feels like...

Finding out someone you know has been possessed by a demon, is this what it feels like...

Fang Yu slowly clenched his fist.

Suddenly, he understood the feelings his second sister had faced him with, understood why people hate demons so deeply.

Connected, everything is connected.

Now the Spirit Slave Qian Guxing, is like those possessed by demons, even worse.

No memory, no awareness, no soul, just a shell executing commands...

”Let’s go.”

Fang Yu said.

If he had the strength, he would find Hei Ningyu, kill him, and avenge Qian Guxing.

But that’s the limit of what he could do, quite limited in fact.

Ding Hui jogged to catch up.

She is going to stay at this checkpoint until Fang Yu returns, there’s no rush in studying Qian Guxing.

”You two, once you go up, someone will escort you to the guest room to rest, I won’t send you off. See you tomorrow morning.”

Chen Yunyun seemed to have other matters to attend to, so she didn’t see them off.

Which makes sense, since tomorrow is the day of departure, Chen Yunyun as the gatekeeper, organizer, and initiator of the entire event has much preparation to do.

Short time, heavy tasks, for her to spare time to accompany them is indeed a busy reprieve.

Fang Yu and Ding Hui walked up the stairs side by side.

Ding Hui frequently turned her head to look at the silent Fang Yu along the way.

”What’s up?”

Fang Yu glanced at her.

”Husband seems to be in a bad mood, how about I comfort you when we return to the room?”

Ding Hui smiled cunningly, like a little fox, making Fang Yu’s heart unexpectedly race.

Suppressing his restless heart, Fang Yu lowered his voice and said.

”Should we really get involved in this? Weren’t we planning to run away at first?”

”Husband, now we’re already in the middle of it. Regardless of the gatekeeper, that Daoist Qing Yan will never let us go. That old Taoist... isn’t simple, the gatekeeper is probably just a pawn under his control, just following his orders. Husband, once outside, keep an eye on that guy, don’t end up getting sold and counting the money for him.”

Ding Hui’s voice rang in Fang Yu’s mind, her hand naturally rested on Fang Yu’s wrist, slightly exerting force as she tightly held on.

”You think Daoist Qing Yan is suspect?”

”I don’t know, just advising you to be cautious.”

Fang Yu recalled Daoist Qing Yan’s demeanor, which gave off a decidedly upright impression.

But his daring words were indeed genuinely threatening, saying he would destroy the Commerce Association just like that...

”Since the real gatekeeper is an old acquaintance of Daoist Qing Yan, he should be coming to save people, not set traps, right?”

”Who knows, better safe than sorry.”

As they spoke, they had returned to the checkpoint hall.

Unlike before, when it was a chaotic pile of carriages and people together.

By now, the checkpoint hall had become quite empty.

The caravans and merchant crews that queued up with them had long passed through the checkpoint and left this place.

Old ones have gone, new ones come, the flow of people at the checkpoint is continuous, but as night falls, the traveling crowds noticeably dwindle.

Only two types would travel at night—those strong, and those reckless.

Most people will camp and rest before nightfall.

After all, the wild at night is riskier.

And the checkpoint, as the outside light dims, has already closed again, no longer open for passage.

Anyone arriving at this time can only wait outside the gate until dawn, when the gate opens and passage is possible.

”Young Master Diao.”

[Bai Qi:8000/8000.]

Looking at the guy leading a team towards them, Fang Yu felt a slight familiarity.

One of those who attacked him with Chen Yunyun.

Eight Thousand Blood, guarding the gate...

Elsewhere, this is elder-level strength.

Even here, his level belongs to the management, not just an ordinary small leader.

”Mr. Bai.”

Fang Yu greeted politely.

”Young Master Diao, you’re too kind. Lord Yun instructed me earlier to come and guide you two.”

Upon finishing, Bai Qi turned around and instructed his companions briefly before smiling and gesturing Fang Yu and Ding Hui to follow him.

Fang Yu and Ding Hui exchanged a glance, stepped forward, and asked.

”Miss Shen... is she alright?”

Shen Tumeng...

Bai Qi’s expression stiffened, he laughed awkwardly: ”Of course there’s no major issues, but she’ll need more time to recover. Thank you, Young Master Diao, for holding back, as Lord Yun told me, if Young Master Diao had gone all out, Shen Tumeng would be dead by now.”

That’s certain.

Although she was somewhat troublesome, Fang Yu truly didn’t take Shen Tumeng too seriously, even though she underwent demonization, Fang Yu remained at ease.

However, it’s unnecessary to speak this out loud.

Waving his hand, Fang Yu stopped discussing the topic.

As long as she’s alive, when she can recover is not something Fang Yu is optimistic about.

Unlike his own terrifying recovery ability, most Martial Artists, when injured, can only rely on precious medicines and skilled doctors to save lives and prolong them, taking months or even years to heal as the norm.

With Shen Tumeng’s condition, if her Demon Bloodline does not have any special constitution, special recovery ability, even if Divine Pill is poured down freely, recovering tens of blood points, hundreds of blood points, would be impressive.