This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 346, 345. Please.

"This icy touch...!"

Sigismund, or rather, Lin Jun, who was temporarily in control of the body, pressed her entire body tightly against the cold, rough stone wall, her cheeks even slightly deformed from the excessive force.

His face was beaming with a happiness so intense it was almost tearful, as if he were embracing a long-lost treasure.

Then, he stuck out his scarlet vampire tongue and, with a curious and fascinated expression, carefully licked the back of his hand.

"The taste! Hahahaha!" He burst into uncontrollable maniacal laughter, which echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly eerie.

It's no wonder Lin Jun lost her composure at this moment.

It's been more than three years!

For more than three years, he has had no sense of taste, no sense of smell, and even his sense of touch is limited to the bare minimum!

This is simply an inhuman life!

And now, he truly felt the coldness of the wall again, and tasted its flavor!
Lick it twice more.

Margas huddled in the darkest corner of the hall, trembling, barely daring to breathe.

He could roughly guess what the Duke was going through; the person on the other end was probably a complete madman!
The body is like the "anchor" and "license" for the soul to exist in the world.

Once a person loses their physical body, their soul will be continuously absorbed by the world.

To willingly give up one's own body in order to forcibly possess another's body is tantamount to courting death!

What terrified Margas even more was the extremely abnormal mental state exhibited by the other party.

This made him wonder what that "strange dream" was connected to.

His current state was extremely poor; he could only desperately suppress his breathing, shrink himself into a ball, and humbly pray that the lunatic would completely ignore his existence...

In fact, he succeeded temporarily.

Sigismund wasn't equipped with the detection skills that Lin Jun usually used. At this moment, Lin Jun was completely immersed in the extreme excitement of regaining her physical body, and she didn't notice that there was a half-dead evil mage lying in the corner.

Lin Jun now had only one thought in her mind—to completely take over this body!
……

Within the space of will.

A portion of Lin Jun's soul was trapped here. Although her escape route was cut off, Lin Jun did not feel the pain of her soul being torn apart; she simply could not transfer more of her soul power to it.

From a purely sensory perspective, it's somewhat similar to controlling familiars from an extremely long distance.

As for the vampire who refused to cooperate with Lin Jun in confiscating the body, Lin Jun kindly advised him while beating him up, "Don't insist anymore, go in peace! I will inherit your identity and estate, and live well for you!"

"By the way, do you have a wife and children? I'll help you take care of them!"

"Die! Die! Die! Die!"

The giant green puji unleashed a "merciless barrage" at the vampire duke, who was utterly powerless except for his stubbornness!
Looking at the vampire phantom that couldn't speak properly but was repeatedly reconstructed by astonishing willpower, Lin Jun found it increasingly irritating.

This annoyed him even more than when I kept poking his little finger!
"I've tried so hard, why aren't you dead yet?!"

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

Having just been severely injured by the abyss and experienced the excruciating pain of having his soul torn apart, Sigismund is now being repeatedly tormented by Puji in the space of will. Even with his steely resilience, Sigismund is finally about to give out.

Lin Jun's hard work and effort seem to be finally paying off!
However, this reward was not what he wanted.

As Sigismund's mind teetered on the brink of collapse, the entire consciousness space began to tremble violently, countless cracks appearing. Lin Jun, to his horror, discovered that he could no longer control the vampire's body with perfect ease!

That connection became extremely unstable, intermittent.

"Why?! Doesn't killing him automatically mean this body is rightfully mine?" Lin Jun was stunned, and even felt a sense of panic.

Losing that part of his soul isn't a big deal; he can recover in a few days. But if he loses this body he's always dreamed of, where will he find another one?!

Qingpuji, who had just been beating up a vampire, turned around and knelt down with a thud beside Sigismund's increasingly transparent spirit, which was being painstakingly reconstructed.

"Hang in there, buddy! You've endured so much already, and I've only given you a few light punches. Don't die like this!"

"Think of your children! Think of your wife! What will they do if you die?!"

"Friend... Brother! I'm calling you brother! Please don't die, I'm begging you!"

However, Lin Jun's previous efforts and hard work did not lie; Sigismund had indeed been persecuted to the point of his death.

Spiritual power continuously dissipated from the torn wounds of the soul, and the projection of the entire person in the space of will became increasingly transparent.

Sigismund stared at the enormous Puji that filled his entire field of vision. He couldn't understand how someone with such a lack of spiritual knowledge could possess such powerful mental strength.

But it doesn't matter anymore, he's going to die anyway.

It's just a pity...

"This way of dying is...so stupid..."

"Die? I won't allow you to die!" If Lin Jun had eyes, she would definitely be red with anger by now.

The tentacles blocked Sigismund's wound!
Lin Jun didn't know if it would work; he was just relying on his experience and instincts to do the opposite.

Actively relinquish control over the part of the soul that came into contact with it, conform to the past, and let the other party fill the gap.

"Survive! You will survive!"

……

Margas struggled to push himself against the wall and crawled out of the dark corner.

Just now, His Excellency the Duke suddenly roared, "I will not allow you to die!" and then fell straight to the ground, where he has remained motionless for quite some time.

He was torn between two conflicting thoughts: should he seize this opportunity to immediately call for the guards, or should he risk taking control of the Duke's body, which seemed to be possessed by a foreign entity, himself?

Ultimately, it's because his current condition is just too terrible; he's completely exhausted and can barely even protect himself.

Just as he was hesitating, Sigismund, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes! His blood-red pupils stared straight at Margas.

Margas's heart clenched, and he could only steel himself and tentatively ask in a dry, hoarse voice, "Your Grace?"

"It's me." That familiar, emotionless tone brought a sense of relief to Margas, who almost collapsed.

He quickly stepped forward and carefully helped Sigismund to his feet, cautiously asking, "Your Grace, what...what happened to you just now..."

Sigismund suddenly reached out and grabbed the sorcerer's withered arm, looking directly at him and saying, "Margas, many unexpected things have happened. But I know that it wasn't all your fault; you... you really did your best."

"Your Grace?!" Margas was a little confused.

"But... I'm sorry."

Before he could finish speaking, Sigismund's arm, like the sharpest blade, pierced Margas's chest and destroyed his heart!
(End of this chapter)