The carriage was quieter than outside, and you could hear the words he kept repeating in a low voice. It was indeed the previous sentence, and there was no change at all.

"I think he's become a fool."

Ji Bai said mercilessly.

Lao He nodded, "I have a friend's father who also showed this symptom when he was sick many years ago, like crazy."

Shen Chong said: "The last message he sent to ask for help mentioned that the murderer's ability can burn his soul, so his soul is now burned, so he is crazy?"

Lao He, who has a lot of knowledge and experience in life, nodded, "It's very similar to this symptom, and it's not far away."

But Shen Chong asked again, "Is there really a soul in this world?"

Old He and Ji Bai were speechless at the same time. Brother Shen suddenly raised such a profound question, but no one knew the answer.

This is philosophical, scientific, and metaphysical.

As a monster, Ji Bai patted his head, "I have it? Forget it, I have a head at least. If I don't have a soul, how do I think about plant-turning demons like Xigua and Sister Shen?"

This is proof.

But Shen Chong said again: "But that's not sure whether this is the soul or another part of symbiotic with our body, right? Thinking and the body are completely integrated and accompanying each other, which is different from the concept of the soul."

"Hey, when is this time? Boss, you are still talking about science. He is hysterical, mentally ill, crazy."

Liang Zai rushed into the car, and while shaking his body habitually, he said carelessly.

Shen Chong asked, "How do you know?"

Liang Zai shivered and said, "There are evil people near this place in Yizhou. This morning, when we followed you into the broken winery, we heard a few workers chatting in the workshop, which happened to be talking about this. The symptoms mentioned by those people were exactly the same as those of Xie Huazang."

Shen Chong was shocked, "There is such a thing?"
Chapter completed!