Ultimate: Fishing Through the Heavens, Starting with Five Enlightenment Templates

Changes occur suddenly.

The frozen Han, in his plum blossom-shaped pupils, flashed an ominous blood-red light.

At this moment, unable to break free from the freezing spell, the Stone Heart Killer program determined that Han could not complete the mission.

It immediately activated self-destruct mode.

The tiny chip in the heart area turned to ashes in an instant.

Losing the chip means losing the heart, and naturally, survival is impossible.

Visibly, Han's fair skin, frozen solid, rapidly lost all color and luster from her ankles, transforming at an alarming speed into a grayish-white, stiff, rock-like texture.

Although the process was slow, it was clear that Han was petrifying and his life force was beginning to disappear.

"No!"

Seeing this, Xia Tian let out a heart-wrenching cry and desperately tried to rush over.

Summer, don't let it go!

Xiong Ge reacted quickly, grabbing him tightly. His usually cheerful face was now unusually serious and anxious.

Although Han was frozen in place by the freezing spell, there was no guarantee that she might suddenly break free.

Summer, a Muggle without any superpowers, would only cause trouble if she rushed in.

"Mom, let me go! I need to save Han!"

Summer struggled frantically, using all her strength to pry her mother's hands off, tears already blurring her vision.

However, Xiong Ge 213's arms remained motionless, and he couldn't break free at all.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking free, Xia Tian turned her head urgently to look at Xia Liu beside her, her voice pleading:

"Grandpa, you're so powerful, you must have a way to cure Han, right?"

Xia Liu stared at Han, then at Xia Tian's despairing face, and sighed:

"Summer, once you become a Stoneheart Killer, means death."

"Unless one possesses the ability to bring the dead back to life, there is no other way."

He shook his head, his cloudy eyes filled with sorrow.

What a wonderful child! How did he suddenly become a heartless killer?

Bring back to life?

This is an unattainable fantasy.

In other words, Han is completely beyond saving...

The flame of hope was mercilessly extinguished, and a deep despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed him completely.

Summer felt like a thunderbolt, as if the last bit of strength in my body had been drained away.

He collapsed, only managing to stay upright thanks to Xiong Ge's support.

Lan Tianyu raised an eyebrow, flicked his finger, and used a healing spell.

A beam of white light, brimming with vitality, shot out instantly, piercing through the ice layer and landing precisely on Han's petrifying body.

Under the white light, the wounds on Han's body healed completely, and his skin became smooth and delicate again.

All eyes in the living room were focused on Han, hoping that the white light could bring him back to life.

【188】Lend me the Soul Collection Song!

however.

The grayish-white petrified marks that spread from bottom to top were like the most stubborn curse, showing no sign of stopping or reversing.

Seeing this, Lan Tianyu's eyes also flashed with a hint of frustration.

But this frustration was quickly replaced by a deeper calm.

He knew, of course, that the healing spell was useless; after all, the description clearly stated that it could only heal injuries and could not conjure a heart out of thin air.

But we should at least try it and see if it works.

However, he was not worried about Han's safety.

Having read the original novel, he knew exactly how to save Han.

Lan Tianyu stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and steadily lifted Han, who was frozen and petrifying, into his arms.

Han's body was cold and stiff at this moment, and the petrified sensation came through the ice, carrying an aura of death.

Then, he looked at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, I have a way to save Han."

The voice was resolute and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

"what?"

Xia Tian, ​​who had been slumped in Xiong Ge's arms, immersed in endless despair, suddenly looked up, and her unfocused eyes suddenly lit up.

He seemed to be suddenly pulled out of the water from drowning, his body bursting with tremendous strength.

She quickly straightened up from Xiong Ge's arms, her eyes fixed on Lan Tianyu, and asked hopefully:

"Brother Tianyu, do you really have a solution?"

Xiong Ge also looked at Lan Tianyu with surprise and doubt, his face full of curiosity:

"Tianyu, do you really have a way to bring the dead back to life?"

A glint of light flashed in Xia Liu's cloudy old eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he exclaimed:

"Your method isn't some kind of soul-collecting melody, is it?"

Lan Tianyu, holding Han in his arms, turned and walked towards the training room, saying without looking back:

"Grandpa, you are indeed very knowledgeable."

"That's right, it's the Soul Collection Song."

“I have a way to get it. If I can successfully play it, I can bring Han back to life.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the practice room and gently placed Han on her own bed.

Han lay there, like a sleeping ice goddess statue.

After settling Han in, he turned and walked out of the training room, his gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of the people.

"I'll go get the Soul Collection Song right now."

"Please take good care of Han before I return."

"Good Tianyu, big brother, go in peace. I will stay by Han's side every step of the way, even if it means my death!"

Xia Tian was the first to rush to the door of the training room, nodding frantically as if he were the most loyal guard.

He was willing to pay any price for Han.

"Tianyu, don't worry about Han, we will take good care of him."

Xiong Ge immediately expressed his opinion, his eyes resolute.

Lan Tianyu nodded slightly and said no more.

He glanced one last time at Han on the bed, then his figure flashed and he vanished from the spot in an instant.

……

Old Butt Bar.

The early hours of the morning should be the busiest time for the city's nightlife.

However, the Old Butt Bar, located in a secluded corner, appeared unusually deserted.

Under dim light.

Only a handful of drunken guests were slumped over a table in the corner.

Ye Siren sat behind the bar with a worried look on his face, holding a stack of crumpled banknotes in his hand, checking the day's transactions one by one in front of the cash register.

The more he calculated, the deeper the wrinkles on his face became.

"Ugh……"

He sighed heavily and threw the money on the bar.

"With so little money, we can barely afford the rent."

"When will we be able to pay Xiong back this five million debt...?"

He scratched his messy hair, thinking about the huge sum of money he owed his ex-wife, and felt that his future was bleak.

With this little turnover, it will take forever to save enough money, let alone pay off debts.

Just as he was filled with sorrow and staring blankly at the empty wine glass.

The bar door was pushed open, and a figure walked in against the dim streetlights outside.

The person who arrived was none other than Lan Tianyu.

He looked around, saw Ye Siren, and walked towards the bar.

Hearing footsteps, Ye Siren didn't even look up, but simply greeted them as usual:

"Welcome, sir. What would you like to drink? We have..."

Lan Tianyu coughed lightly and tapped the table. "Dead Man Leader, it's me."

The familiar voice made Ye Siren suddenly raise his head.

When he saw that the person standing in front of him was Lan Tianyu, the worry on his face was instantly replaced by surprise, and then a warm smile appeared on his face:

"Oh, it's Brother Tianyu! What a rare guest! What brings you to my shabby place?"

As he spoke, he nimbly made his way around from behind the bar.

Lan Tianyu glanced around the deserted bar and the few drunken customers, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly:

"It's not convenient to talk business here, Dead Man Commander. How about we find a quieter place?"

Ye Siren immediately understood, his smile fading and his expression becoming serious.

"Understood, follow me!"

He gestured for Lan Tianyu to follow him, leading him towards a narrow staircase behind the bar.

The two went upstairs.

The space here is small, with only one closed door.

Ye Siren took out his key and opened the door, revealing a small lounge filled with clutter, records, and concert posters.

He closed the door behind him, instantly shutting out the faint music and noise from the bar outside.

Ye Siren stepped forward and pulled over two relatively clean chairs:

"Sit down, Brother Tianyu. What brings you here so late?"

Lan Tianyu didn't sit down. He stood in the cramped space, his gaze sharp as he looked at Ye Sireng, getting straight to the point without any pleasantries:

"Dead man, the situation is urgent, so I won't stand on ceremony."

He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word:

"Excuse me, could you lend me the Soul Collection Song?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Siren's smile froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

These three words were like a forbidden spell, instantly stirring up the memories buried deep in his heart.

He nearly jumped up from his chair, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and exclaimed:

"How did you know I had the Soul Collection Song? (Well done!)"

Lan Tianyu smiled faintly and said calmly:

How I know it is not really important.