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Ye Zhengyi looked at me innocently.

Xu Tiancheng frowned and asked, "Say, what do you mean?"

"That's the literal meaning." Ye Zhengyi still maintained an innocent expression.

"Stop talking nonsense. What is the situation now? You know it very well, right? Find a way out quickly." Yao Nie was anxious.

Xu Tiancheng probably didn't care. His mother and stepfather are dead. I don’t know what the situation is on his father’s side. But now he is running around, it can be said that it is all for Yao Nie.

Yao Nie is concerned about his ex-wife. Saving the other party's life was all Yao Nie wished for.

As for Ye Zhengyi, he was not as enthusiastic about helping Yao Nie as Xu Tiancheng, nor was he as concerned as Yao Nie. It's really hard to figure out what he is thinking.

I have already met Ye Qing, and I am gradually getting tired of Ye Zhengyi's attitude. He may not be able to tell the truth because of that taboo, but these things happened one after another, one after another, which made it impossible for me to have a good impression of people in the supernatural circle.

Even though I have seen how people in Qingye worked hard without caring about their own lives, and experienced the sacrifices of Huang Tian and Ku Chan, professionals in the paranormal circle, I really can't control my emotions now.

This attitude is not rational. I have emotions, but they don’t inspire my abilities.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I'm really afraid of meeting another Ye Qing. He hides it and doesn't say anything. Behind his back, he is actually so crazy that no one can guess what he wants to do.

I stared into Ye Zhengyi's eyes and said, "I want a reason. If you can give me this reason, I will find a way to restore the spirit of the spell. If not..."

"If not, just let the magic spirit continue to disappear, right?" Ye Zhengyi said, "But at most you will hinder the emergence of a little magic spirit. Unless the ghost king is eliminated, sooner or later people will realize the problem and demand God prays to help people like us. When the time comes, where the carrier of the magic spirit falls will be out of your control."

Ye Zhengyi put forward a condition, "Instead of that, it is better to let the spirit of the spell be in your own hands. Liu Che did that back then, and he did the same in his subsequent reincarnation, and he did the same this time. You also do it now It can be done.”

What Ye Zhengyi said actually makes sense. It's just that I feel conflicted.

"Your painting can only turn into a shikigami. What about the ability? According to you, is it to create some female guards and add some combat power?" I asked.

"It can also be a powerful female ghost." Ye Zhengyi said immediately.

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately thought of those female ghosts whose faces had been stripped. There are not many of them, but they are consciously absorbing other female ghosts to form a powerful and large team. But where they are now, I don't know.

If Ye Zhengyi had a way to control them...

This is a good idea.

"Did you create the female ghost?" I asked.

Ye Zhengyi's eyes flickered, "It doesn't have to be creation. Well...if there is someone to copy, I can make it...a clone, you understand? It's exactly the same clone. But I can add a little personal touch to it." Goods. Well, reality and art..."

Ye Zhengyi spoke vaguely, as if he was trying to cover up.

The more I listened, the more frightened I became.

"Is it possible to confuse the fake with the real?" I asked.

This is not an ability, just a spell, but it is very dangerous.

I was unwilling to agree to Ye Zhengyi's proposal for a while.

"It depends on the person you are copying from. If it's a beauty, it's okay. If I'm not beautiful, I won't be able to show my true strength." Ye Zhengyi's expression fell.

The corners of my mouth twitched.

Among those female ghosts, there should be some who were very beautiful in life, but after their faces were stripped away, they could no longer be considered beautiful.

And when Ye Zhengyi talks about copying, where can I find those female ghosts for him?

When I thought about this, I felt a little moved.

"In this case...how do you control the people in the painting? How do you add personal goods?"

"It's just the way to create art. Paint skin, bones, and heart. Whatever I think about can come true. For example, a beauty is a femme fatale with a vicious heart, but when I write, my heart is full of truth, goodness, and beauty. Just thinking can make her become the kindest woman in the world," Ye Zhengyi explained.

"Are you really doing magic?" I questioned.

How does this sound? It sounds like an ability, not a spell.

Ye Zhengyi's expression fell again.

I felt something was wrong again and couldn't help but ask: "Tell me clearly what's going on!"

"Say it's a spell..." Ye Zhengyi sighed, "You don't know, the era I live in is an era where there is no such thing as a person with abilities."

"You and the man in the video, your abilities were determined by yourself, and turned into a magic that can only draw beautiful women?" I felt suffocated.

"If not for this, I could have created a real god." Ye Zhengyi himself seemed a little dissatisfied.

I had mixed emotions, and once again I felt that fate was playing tricks on me.

Maybe it can't be said that it was fate, but the time was not right at the time, and Ye Zhengyi was not that person.

From this point of view, Ye Qing's statement that it took a long time to find me, and that Liu Che was reincarnated so many times before he had the "successful" "Ye Qing" cannot be said to be a lie to me.

Perhaps every ability user has the opportunity to maximize their abilities, change the entire world, and save the entire world, but they have gradually lost that opportunity.

"In other words, your ability can only be restored by restoring your magic spirit. The best you can do to restore your ability is to draw a beauty with some special abilities. Is that right?" I asked.

Ye Zheng nodded and admitted, "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions and am not your enemy. In fact, I don't care about these things... I just want to know the truth and the real cause of my death. I was caught by Liu Che and used as a hard labor. , I had a bit of hatred for him. After he died, I still thought about revenge. Later, I thought about chasing the beauty. In short, I am not that strange. Ambition.”

Ye Zhengyi showed a bitter look on his face, "If I had known that things would become so troublesome, I would have reincarnated honestly at the beginning. Now I am just worried about why there are so many ghosts in this world."

It's not like he's lying.

But I had misjudged Ye Qing and Wu Ling many times, and I didn't dare to make up my mind so quickly.

I asked another question about Ye Zhengyi's ability, and then asked about the taboo in a circumstantial way. Ye Zhengyi told me everything he knew about the former, but kept secrets about the latter. He always tried his best to persuade me not to dwell on the past, but to focus on the future.

As I listened, I gradually felt something was wrong.

I looked at Ye Zhengyi and saw that his expression was sincere and the corners of his eyes were covered with fine lines, but his eyes were clear, like a character in his own painting.

I became suspicious. I don’t know if he said “the future” casually or if he was implying something.

Want to solve the future world?

Deal with the God there and deal with all the ghost kings?

Probably not all ghost kings.

I used truth or dare to erase the personality of God in the real world. Maybe I can repeat this experience in the future world.

However, in the future world, there seems to be no similar rules that can directly affect the personality of God.

It's not easy to pull it into the game, into the rules it sets for itself.

"Have you considered it? If I stop again, all my points will be deducted." Xu Tiancheng said in a relaxed tone.

Yao Nie looked at me expectantly.

"Draw for me." I extended my hand to Ye Zhengyi, "You guys wait here."

Ye Zhengyi handed the painting to me directly.

When I got off the car, I could hear Yao Nie's relaxed breathing.

I listened carefully to make sure they hadn't followed. After arriving at the intersection, he turned a corner, took out his cell phone, and called the thin man, agreeing to meet immediately.

After hanging up the phone, I hesitated and sent a message to Chen Yihan.

"The spell will be restored shortly. Be prepared."

Not long after I put away my phone, Chen Yihan's reply came.

"There's nothing I can do."

When I saw this reply, my heart sank, my teeth clenched and then relaxed unconsciously.

I exhaled, put away my phone again, and entered the community where the thin man lived.

Goodnight everybody.