The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

In that instant, Fafnir felt as if struck by lightning, her mouth agape, speechless.

Little Dragon Girl seemed to realize something, and perhaps under Xue Lingshu's guidance, she said, "Sister Fafnir, give me a piece of candy."

Taking the preserved plum candy, Little Dragon Girl ate it and immediately said, "Ugh...it's so sour, but I like the taste..."

Xue Dinglu was also taken aback. He didn't taste any sourness at all, only an extremely faint sweetness, like the faint sweetness of eating steamed buns.

Then suddenly, he tasted a sour flavor... but only a very faint sour flavor...

"Teacher... have you... lost your sense of taste?" Fafnir looked at Xue Dinglu and asked blankly.

Xue Falu was silent.

He opened his mouth, and a guess instantly appeared in his mind.

Perhaps I have long lost my sense of taste, but the Sands of Light have given me a false sense of taste. Just like when Fafnir handed me this candy, I instinctively thought the candy was sweet, which is why I tasted sweetness.

When Little Dragon Girl said it was sour, he instinctively sensed a slight sourness...

Xue Dinglu realized that he had long since lost the ability to sense taste; it was all a false sense of taste given to him by the [Sand of Flowing Light]...

"Teacher, what happened? It was like this last time you came back. You started to fake smile in the habit, as if you had completely changed. This time you didn't fake smile, but why have you even lost your sense of taste?" Fafnir's voice came.

Her voice seemed to be choked with sobs as she stared blankly at Xue Luding. Everyone else looked over with worry. Her aunt seemed to snap out of her daze, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at him. Xue Lingshu also pulled himself out of the flowerpot and looked at him with a worried expression.

For some reason, seeing his family's worry, Xue Dinglu suddenly felt as if an endless void was expanding in his heart, gripping his heart tightly. He silently turned his head away and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing, I'll be fine soon."

"Teacher, what happened? I've experienced life without taste and smell before, but that was when I felt like I was about to die, when I couldn't control the evil god inside me. But teacher, what happened to you?" Fafnir's voice was indeed trembling with tears. If you looked closely, her pupils were glistening, but she was holding them back.

Little Dragon Girl quickly grabbed one of his arms and said naively, "Daddy, if you're sick, go to the hospital... We're rich..."

Xue Dinglu turned his head away again and said quietly, "Sorry, it's just a minor illness. The people from the Starfleet have already taken a look at it, and I'll be fine soon..."

Then, not wanting to see his family's worried backs any longer, he took out the [Sand of Flowing Light] in his hand and gave a forced smile: "Look, this is the treasure given by the Star Squadron. Wearing this can heal this old injury. It's an old problem. Barak knows me. I've had this problem for a long time. My sense of taste isn't very sensitive."

As she spoke, she didn't fake a smile, but instead smiled and patted Xiaolongniang's head: "Look, my mood has recovered now. My old injury flared up before, which made me feel very down, so I had to fake a smile so as not to worry you. Now everything is fine. As for my sense of taste, that's a minor thing."

Fafnir didn't know what to say. She could only clench her fingers tightly. At that moment, she thought of the Starfleet, and her aunts and uncles there. She had to go there to find a way...

Xue Daolu waved his hand dismissively as if nothing had happened and silently left home.

After Xue left, the room fell silent. Fafner simply said, "I'm sorry, Aunt, thank you for breakfast. I need to go back to my hometown to find some information about the teacher's condition..."

"Hmm..." Aunt nodded with concern.

Her slightly cloudy eyes glanced at Fafna, then she patted the child's head: "Fafna, search carefully. We can't let him shoulder this alone. Ah Xue, sigh..."

Fafnir could only nod.

At this moment, she finally understood what she had been told: her teacher was a person who was warm on the outside but cold on the inside. Even if he silently endured pain and injuries, he would never tell a second person.

They would silently lick their wounds, and then once again embark on that thorny path.

It's been like this from the very beginning. He never seemed to care about me; to him, I was always the last person he put in charge of...

……

Xue bought a chocolate and ate it.

It tasted sweet, exactly the same as he remembered, but he looked closely at the name of the chocolate.

Liquor-filled chocolates...

Only after seeing this did I taste a slight hint of alcohol in my mouth. Before I realized it was a liqueur-filled chocolate, I hadn't tasted even the slightest bit of alcohol in the previous few I ate.

"Perhaps, I am still a ghost at heart..." Xue Dinglu thought to himself.

“Once, I became a ghost. Perhaps this essence will never change. Just like before, I am still essentially a ghost now, just like before, only I have lost my sense of taste…” Xue Dinglu thought silently.

"Do you need the fruit?" Memories of the 10th Apostle flashed through my mind in an instant.

"As long as there is fruit, one can fully grasp power and go further in power."

This is the technique that the apostle taught Xue Lude on how to wield power.

Yes, with just one fruit, one wouldn't have to suffer the backlash of this self-destructive power...

It can return to normal on its own, whether it's emotions or sense of taste.

All I need is one fruit...

Chapter 374 Xue's Peaceful Life, The New Traveler

"Ring ring..." The phone rang in the room.

Arora took out her phone and checked the time: 6 o'clock, not yet time for work.

I was originally going to vent, but when I suddenly saw that the call was from Xue Dinglu's home, I was no longer sleepy.

At the same time, old Barak emerged from the Pope's short sword, now like a floating soul, half outside and half inside the greatsword, and asked in confusion, "Whose call was that?"

"Shh!" Alora immediately shut the old man up, and then said, "Hey, this is Alora's Silver Country Farm."

There seemed to be a slight pause on the other end of the phone, before Aunt's voice came through: "Miss Alora, I'd like to ask, if someone starts to lose their emotions, then their sense of taste, or even their other five senses, is there any treatment available?"

In an instant, both Alora and Barak's pupils constricted.

Old Deng, in particular, felt as if he had suddenly developed PTSD. He immediately grabbed the phone like a madman and exclaimed, "What happened? Xue has lost his sense of taste again!!"

At that moment, the person on the other end of the phone fell silent.

After a long pause, he finally asked, "Why did you say 'again'?"

Old Barak practically screamed like a screeching chicken: "I clearly reversed his undead transformation, so why... is it still like this now!"

……

Xue Daolu slowly rode his bicycle towards the school.

He may have misunderstood the origin of this self-destructive authority. He had always thought that it was the residual suffering absorbed by the cursed blood that allowed him to gradually gain the power of this authority.

In retrospect, it seems more like the root of this problem was already present when it was transformed into an undead being, and the void simply allowed this root of the problem to continue to expand.

He recalled his feelings during his undead period. He hadn't actually been an undead for very long, and it seemed that the feelings during his undead period were very similar to those now.

"Do you need the fruit?" The words of the 10th apostle still echoed.

If he were a great sage, even though the old man had far surpassed himself on the path of self-destruction, would he choose to use the fruit?

Xue Law estimated that the old man wouldn't do that. He might even use the cursed blood to enter the fruit and absorb all the suffering of the billions of souls within it in an instant, allowing them to reincarnate.

Probably, Xue believes that the old man would think the same way. He wouldn't hesitate like Xue is now, but would firmly walk on his own path.

I sighed, realizing that my level of understanding was still insufficient.

Xue Lude pondered this silently before arriving at the school.

He wasn't someone who dwelled too much on gains and losses, and if it weren't for the worried looks from his family members that made him feel so bad, he wouldn't have thought about solving this problem.

As for the fruit...

Such things, which nourish life, should not exist in the universe. Most of the disasters in the universe today are caused by these spiritual fruits.

"At the very least, let's resolve the apocalypse caused by the divine tree within my generation." This was Xue's idea.

At the very least, we must prevent this disaster from continuing to affect the next generation.

Xue's Law has always held this view: one generation can only solve the problems of its own generation. At the very least, his generation solved the disaster of the divine tree. As for other problems, they can only be handed over to the successors to take up the torch.

But now, does he possess any power that could truly kill the apostles?

Spatial Slash, and also, self-destructors?

Spatial Slash can only be used as a means; the real weapon to kill the other Apostles is...

Xue Dinglu thought of the fear and disgust the 10th Apostle showed when he heard that he controlled the power of nothingness. This power might be far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

Unfortunately, he couldn't directly extract the method for advancing to the Void Authority from the Mist Council.

……

"Good morning..." The little witch woke up groggily in her inner consciousness space.

She seemed to be sealed in her bed in the college dormitory. Even after waking up, she would still hold her phone and stay curled up in bed, refusing to get up.

This kind of person looks like the type who will fail every subject in college.

No, she dropped out of school at the age of 6 and was not qualified to go to university to receive intellectual stimulation.

After looking at her phone for a while, the little witch became very curious about the class that Xue was currently attending.

"Wow, bro, you're still in school? But why do you, a typical male college student, have hundreds of billions of heads above your head?" Su Su continued to look at the KDA on Xue Dinglu's head, and her expression immediately froze.

She hadn't noticed before, but the number of people above Xue's Law continued to increase by 208 million.

There's not much to say. These additional 200 million should all be the heads of my fellow villagers. No, I mean, should I be leading those fellow villagers who have already turned into demons to the Pure Land and then letting them return to the world?

Are these counted as heads?

The little witch stared blankly at Xue's Law, and suddenly realized how the hundreds of billions of heads above Xue's Law came about.

At that moment, she looked at the teacher's explanation on the blackboard.

"Students, please turn to page 22. Today we will learn about underwater first aid and drowning first aid."

Xue's Law listened attentively.

Last time, he didn't know the key points of underwater first aid, which indirectly killed Howard. Although his mother took the blame, believing that her arrangements were insufficient and caused the tree to struggle unexpectedly, she still gave Howard a new life afterward.

However, Xue's theory was not complacent and he did not think he had no problems. He learned the knowledge explained by his teacher with the utmost seriousness.

"Isn't this the story of that friend you killed before? So you haven't learned this part yet?" Little witch Su Su chattered away to Xue Dinglu from under the covers.

Xue Dinglu's face darkened.

What do you mean by saying that I killed Howard?

can you speak?

At this moment, the teacher on the podium said, "In drowning rescue, you must pay attention to deep water rescue!"

"Does anyone know the principle behind this?" the bald teacher on the podium asked the students below.

"Me, me, me, isn't it just stress relief syndrome? My brother taught me about it before." Su Su felt like she was in a class and was still thinking of raising her hand.

Xue Law: "..."

If he had truly understood the principles of decompression sickness back then, Lao Huo wouldn't have died in such an abstract way.

And you, a witch who was buried at the age of 6, don't think of yourself as a college student; you didn't even graduate from kindergarten.

"It's decompression sickness," someone else said, drawing the same conclusion as Su Su.

"Then, what is the mechanism of decompression sickness?" the old professor continued to ask.

At this moment, the person who had just been called upon to answer the question looked embarrassed, clearly indicating that, like Xue's Law, he had not prepared beforehand.

Su Su could only chuckle awkwardly and scratch the back of her head.

Based on his past lifestyle habits, he said, "Is it because the body increases blood pressure to adapt to the water pressure in the deep water area, and then the body can't handle the excessively high blood pressure when it quickly moves to the shallow water area?"

The old professor nodded, then shook his head, but he wasn't going to criticize the unfortunate fellow he had just brought up. Instead, he added, "This is just a minor aspect."

"The main point is that nitrogen makes up 78% of the air. Generally speaking, nitrogen is insoluble in water and is not absorbed by our bodies. However, this is just a general statement. In a high-pressure environment, nitrogen will quickly dissolve in the blood. And when the nitrogen that has entered the blood quickly returns from a high-pressure environment to a low-pressure environment, do you think something will happen?"

The old professor took out a can of Pepsi, shook it vigorously twice, and then unscrewed the can...

"Pfft!" The soda sprayed violently into the trash can. The old professor laughed and said, "The nitrogen that seeps into the bloodstream will rush directly into the blood vessels, just like this shaken soda can. This is the greatest harm that decompression sickness can cause to the human body. So do you understand the principle behind decompression sickness?"

As Xue Dinglu nodded slightly, Su Su, who had been listening attentively, immediately exclaimed, "So that's how it is! No wonder Howard was covered in bruises not long after he got ashore, looking like a floating corpse. He looked so miserable."

Xue Law: "..."

His face darkened even more. "Fine, fine, I admit I didn't know much about decompression sickness before, so I dragged Howard from 100 meters deep to the shore, which is why he died from decompression sickness."

Even the cursed blood couldn't save him, because Howard was practically dead in the shallow water.

However, he did not repeat the same mistake.

Xue took a deep breath and highlighted the key points in his textbook.

"Of course, deep-water first aid is not the focus; it's just a multiple-choice question. The focus of this chapter for the final exam is drowning first aid." The old professor turned a page and continued explaining the following points. "Remember, this is the focus of the final exam."

The professor began to talk at length about drowning first aid, but at this point, Su Su's initial enthusiasm seemed to have worn off, and she couldn't understand what the professor was saying.

Xue Daoli shrugged. After all, Su Su was essentially a larger version of Little Dragon Girl, a kindergarten dropout powerhouse. She took out her phone again and started playing, saying as she played, "By the way, what are you learning, bro? Why is it all about how to save people? Are the requirements for being a savior really that high?"