The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chapter 317 Death and Life

"Ig, where's my body?"

"Here, Father."

Even though he had been acting as king for several months, when facing his father, Ignatius seemed to have turned back into the useless prince he used to be, and his aura had weakened.

The king looked at him with disappointment, and was speechless again when he turned around and saw the crystal coffin being carried out by the soldiers.

"You seem to be planning a funeral for me."

He was already in the coffin before he died.

Ignatius whispered even more quietly, "It was the Queen Mother who chose it."

king:"……"

The king said, "Actually, this coffin is quite beautiful."

He pulled the sword from Ignatius' waist like lightning and stabbed himself in the chest with his backhand.

The action was so decisive and resolute that the ministers around him were unable to react.

After being stunned for a second, he rushed over in panic, but the person he had just rescued from the prison had already fallen to the ground with blood on his chest.

He committed suicide.

In an instant, the ministers burst into tears.

"My king, what does it matter if I live in another body?"

Chi and others also came up. They surrounded the crystal coffin and stared at the person in the coffin.

The blond man, who had been breathing steadily, suddenly trembled violently and his face turned pale in an instant.

The doctor leaned forward to test and nearly fainted on the spot: "No! No breathing!"

Suddenly, the minister's crying became more sincere and almost overturned half the sky.

The king that I finally found was killed right in front of me. How can I seek justice for this?

"It seems that this method doesn't work..." Xing Yue was turning around to say to Sang Mo, when he suddenly heard a rapid coughing sound behind him, accompanied by a burst of intense and short gasps.

A hand suddenly rose up and grabbed the top of the crystal coffin, supporting the body to lift it up.

"He's not dead yet, take them all."

The man's impatient voice sounded, and everyone turned around in surprise, only to see the man in the coffin slowly sitting up, and his originally gray face actually returned to normal again.

Medical miracle.

Ignatius was the first to come to his senses and hurried forward to support him: "Father, I'm so glad you're okay."

The king also smiled.

As long as he was still alive, he would definitely return to his body. God knew if there were any other traps in the body that the madman from the cult had trapped them in.

He killed himself to repay a favor and also to take a gamble. Even if he died, it seemed that there was still Iger, the heir, who could take his place.

He was helped out of the coffin, his eyes falling on Xing Yue and the black-haired boy who was still being held on the other side.

He paused, and before they could ask, he took the initiative to tell them: "In the middle of the journey, you will indeed die briefly."

Death feels amazing.

Perhaps because he did it himself, he did not feel any pain, and his soul was like a bystander watching the temporary body fall.

And as the soul leaves, the original body seems to die as well.

The king could sense a guiding force, as if it was taking him in another direction. If it was a soul that had died in a daze, it would probably have been drawn away.

But he was still conscious, so he rejected the guidance and controlled his soul to walk step by step towards his original body.

The moment he immersed himself in it again, he returned from the dead to the world of the living.

"As long as you have a strong will, the probability of success is still very high." He said to several people.

This should not be a difficult task for Jiang Liujing, the king thought. Anyone who can be called a genius and has never squandered his talent should have a stronger will than ordinary people.

However, after hearing his words, Xing Yue and Sang Mo both showed thoughtful expressions, and did not quickly send Jiang Liujing back to his original body as the king had expected.

They handed the prisoners over to the king and his soldiers, and returned to the mountains. Sang Mo led the way, and it didn't take long for them to reach his hometown.

Everyone sat together with serious expressions, looking at Chi who was holding Jiang Liujing.

Xing Yue rarely spoke: "He will really die once."

Chi remained silent.

"Will the symbiotic contract between you two mean that you will die as well because of this?"

Facing everyone's gaze, Chi slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

He had never experienced this situation.

Sang Mo opened his mouth and was about to say forget it, but Chi looked up and said firmly, "You can try."

"There is a way," he said.

Chi just remembered that there is actually a way to offset temporary death.

In full view of everyone, he gently removed the exquisite forehead ornament from Jiang Liujing's forehead.

Jiang Liujing has been wearing this forehead ornament since he entered school, as if it were some kind of identity mark of the boy. Since he became famous, many people have even imitated this dressing trend.

But among those present, Sang Mo, Xing Yue and Chi, all knew that it had a special side effect.

The Dust-avoiding Pearl can help you avoid the mundane world and the five elements of yin and yang. Its power can reverse life and death.

People who have just died within half an hour can be resurrected after using the Dust-Repellent Beads.

This was the gift Sang Mo gave to Jiang Liujing on the day he became his teacher. Although when he gave it to him, he hoped that he would never have the chance to use it in his lifetime.

Chi raised his hand and lightly stroked the boy's cheek, his deep gaze seemed to want to enter his dream.

If I return to my body, can I wake him up from his deep sleep?

Chi hopes so.

He said, "If I die, I can just use that bead to revive myself."

"Aren't you afraid that he will fail? The two of you will..."

"Miaomiao will not fail."

A gentle smile appeared on the corners of his red lips, and he whispered, "That won't be possible. I believe him."

Chi knew very well how determined and powerful his young soul was.

He will not lose in the choice between soul and body, he will find the right path.

Seeing Chi's firm attitude, Sang Mo and Xing Yue said nothing more.

Xing Yue looked at the sleeping boy, and his old hand slowly placed on his neck.

He still remembered sixteen years ago, when he personally lifted the fragile baby from the icy river. The child stretched out his hand, smiled and curiously held his fingers, looking at him with bright eyes, naturally trusting him.

He gave him a new beginning, and now he has to end it all with his own hands again.

But it's not the end, just a short break.

"Wake up, Miaomiao, everyone is waiting for you."

Black mist rolled out from the old man's palm and covered the boy's entire body in an instant.

The god of death, who had brought death and fear to countless people, tried for the first time to bring a peaceful death to people.