Song Xiaotian's shout scared me into hurriedly checking Meng Yifan's pulse, heartbeat, and breathing.
"Don't jinx him. He still has a heartbeat, and he's breathing."
I glared at Song Xiaotian.
But I had never encountered anything like this. All I knew was that Meng Yifan definitely wasn't dead. I figured it was probably because he had been possessed.
But I had been possessed plenty of times myself. Why had this never happened to me?
Luckily, Zhao Laoqi arrived soon afterward. I quickly explained the situation and asked him what was wrong with Meng Yifan.
Zhao Laoqi pulled Meng Yifan's eyelids open to look, too, and immediately frowned. "From now on, when you encounter vicious yin souls like this, don't let them possess you so casually. If a yin soul's yin energy is too strong, there's a chance it could force your three souls out of your body. One of young Meng's souls is missing."
That gave me a fright, and I hurriedly asked whether we could still retrieve that soul.
Zhao Laoqi shook his head. "No, we can't. Start preparing his funeral."
At Zhao Laoqi's words, Song Xiaotian froze on the spot. My legs gave way, and I dropped straight to my knees, almost bursting into tears.
Zhao Laoqi gave two dry coughs. "I was joking. Why did you take it seriously? How can you young people have no sense of humor?"
In those two short seconds, I felt as though I had been through a roller coaster. "You're hilarious!" I said irritably.
I asked Zhao Laoqi how to summon a living person's soul back so we could learn.
"This isn't something you can just pick up."
With that, Zhao Laoqi lifted Meng Yifan out of the chair with one hand.
Meng Yifan was over six feet tall and weighed