That was a man who could no longer be described as handsome. His face seemed to be carved, with a clear but soft face that set off a high nose bridge. With that seductive thin lips, and the dark eyes that make people fall into it inadvertently... How could a handsome word be?

Mo Zifei, who was dressed in white, looked like a sharp light shot out from his eyes. Xiao Lige shivered and finally woke up from the handsome guy's confusion.

"You, why are you wearing such strange clothes?" She then noticed that the other party was wearing the ancient robe, with black hair forming a sharp contrast with the white robe. A man raised long hair and wore long robes? She looked at the bearded man and the others with his eyes, and they all had long hair.

Could it be that you have traveled through time?

Ignoring Xiao Lige's ever-changing expression on her face, Mo Zifei pinched the index finger and thumb on his right hand, and then looked at Xiao Lige. At this moment, she seemed to have determined something, and focused a few times and walked towards her.

"Hello, handsome guy, my name is Xiao Lige. Thank you for saving me just now, but can you do me a favor? It's very simple! Just pinch me and see if I'm dreaming."

She still looked hippie and smiled, not realizing the danger of her current situation at all. Mo Zifei's face, which had never changed, was distorted. She was surprised that this woman seemed to be able to really break his soul-leaving technique.

As soon as he moved his body, he came to Xiao Lige with a cold look: "Tell me, who are you!"

"Me? I am Xiao Lige! Please don't pinch my chin so hard, your bones are almost crushed by you." Obviously, the force of Mo Zifei's holding her chin in his hand was too heavy, and a layer of mist appeared in his clear eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let tears flow down.

"I'll ask you for the last time, who are you and why can you break my soul-leaving technique?!" Mo Zifei's eyebrows were slightly frowned, very unhappy, but the force on his hands was lighter. If a human being had his jaw crushed, she might have died before he could ask anything.

Xiao Lige seemed very aggrieved: "I don't know what the Soul-Leaving Art is. Where did it come from? Why were people in ancient times so suspicious?"

Looking closely at her eyes, it was as clear as water, without any impurities, and it was not like a lie. He let go of his hand and snorted coldly: "The Soul-Leaving Technique is to separate the soul and the body. If the soul does not come back automatically after an hour, then the person's soul will never come back, which is what you think is death."

The heart in the chest suddenly beats quickly: "You mean...their souls are not on their bodies now?!"

The answer to her was the whistling wind coming from her ears, as if something was crying in a low voice.

"You, you... are you a ghost?" Her index finger trembled at the silent Mo Zifei.

His eyebrows frowned deeper: "No."

"Then..." A strange light flashed in Xiao Lige's eyes: "Are you a god? Is there really a creature like a god..."

The surprise in her eyes was so obvious that Mo Zifei's always calm eyes trembled. This woman had a pit in her mind, and there was water in the pit, right? She actually compared his dignified zombies with those gods!
Chapter completed!