Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

"Okay, okay, I'm not serious, okay."

Bai Mo didn't take it seriously, thinking about Ding Yumian's evil destiny incarnation, and he didn't know what it was like.

Can his idea be realized?

Not long after, a powerful spiritual wave rushed outside, washing away Bai Mo's spiritual protective wind.

Feng Zhoulong was also dizzy for a while, but he said as if he didn't care: "Your girlfriend is incredibly psychic. I feel like you can't hide anything from her."

"Ah"

Bai Mo was too lazy to talk to him. He felt the movement in the house and appeared at the door in a flash.

The door to the meditation room opens, revealing the scene inside.

There was obviously light in the room, but Bai Mo felt a little eerie inexplicably, as the light was not very sufficient.

Ding Yumian stood quietly inside the door, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, and she was wearing a black loose sweatshirt, which highlighted her fair skin.

It's just that this fair skin seems to have a faint cold texture. It doesn't look like normal fair skin, with a face that is absolutely beautiful and expressionless. And the eyes that stared at him unblinkingly.

Bai Mo was in a trance, thinking that the person in front of him was a ghost. In short, his whole body was filled with a kind of beauty that was not like the world of the sun. It was cold but not too cold, like an old rag doll in a black and white photo.

It's so cute that I want to knead it, but it looks a bit too scary to get close to.

Inexplicably, a thought popped into Bai Mo's mind - my dead wife is back.

"How come you absorbed a cursed substance and transformed?"

"Does it look good?" asked a cold voice.

"It looks so good."

"This is caused by the aftertaste of the cursed substance. It will be fine after a while."

Raising his eyebrows, Bai Mo put his arm around her shoulders. Look carefully

"Huh~, it's a limited edition. It's not bad. Let's take a photo to commemorate it."

Taking out his mobile phone, his mind controlled him to float in front of them, and he framed a picture of a handsome man with a bright smile, and a beautiful figure with a gentle and demure smile that revealed a bit of a strange and cold quality.

When Feng Zhoulong saw that they had finished their work, he walked closer.

"How about it, how about evil fate?"

Bai Mo also turned his phone to Ding Yumian and saw her nodding slightly.

"It's very good. It's hard to explain in detail. Let me demonstrate the simplest one."

Ding Yumian still admires researchers like Feng Zhoulong. Sometimes he really admires their fantastic ideas.

"Haze of Fear - Hurt!"

Then Ding Yumian's dark pupils suddenly bloomed with a flash of dark red light, and she glanced at the wooden chair next to her.

Then he saw countless dark red lines covering the chair in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the chair that was still fine turned into dust on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"This is the corrosive power of evil destiny."

Feng Zhoulong nodded slightly and analyzed:

"This chair is made of copper-grained wood. It will not shatter even if it blocks an attack from a warrior-level monster. It can be instantly annihilated by your curse. It seems that the effect of evil fate is indeed very good."

"That's it, Lao Feng, I'll take my late wife out to see the sunshine."

Bai Mo said something and then pulled Ding Yumian away who rolled his eyes, leaving Feng Zhoulong alone to think about the meaning of his dead wife.

Does Ding Yumian know what this guy is thinking? The cold aura about her had long since dissipated, and this person was only concerned about the incarnation of her evil soul.

Sure enough, when he came outside, he saw that he had placed a layer of soundproof barrier around him, and a greeting came out immediately.

"How about it, how do you practice your evil soul incarnation?"

"I do not want to say."

"Why, I care about you, you don't think I really only have Thurse in my mind, do you?"

Bai Mo's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes kept asking, how could you think of me like this.

Giving him a roll of eyes, Ding Yumian remained unmoved.

"Speak quickly!" Bai Mo put his hand around her neck and urged her with his head very close.

"beg me."

"Please,"

"The curse needs to be infiltrated into other living beings and then extracted. In this way, the curse will have a life force. About a thousand such curses are needed. This is the first step to become the incarnation of the evil soul."

"Oh, what kind of living thing, can a bug do it?" Bai Mo reached out and caught a caterpillar from the tree, and was about to put it in Ding Yumian's hand.

Ding Yumian glanced at the caterpillar. In an instant, the green bug turned into a dark red bug, and then kept spinning silk towards Bai Mo's arm.

"This is the evil soul, which I developed in combination with psychic magic. This kind of weak life will not work."

"Okay, then the only thing we can do is find demons. One thousand is not a lot."

Bai Mo glanced at the bug on his hand that turned green again. The curse was withdrawn by Ding Yumian, but the caterpillar seemed to be fine.

"How come it's not dead?"

"I can control the soaked curse. It depends on my heart whether you die or not."

"Haha, domineering."

Bai Mo gestured with his thumb and put the insect back on the tree. Bai Mo asked:

"What's the second step?"

"You need a piece of my soul to take over the evil body."

"Like the hair ring you gave me back then?"

"almost."

Bai Mo nodded, and before he could ask any more questions, he heard her say:

"Let's go back to Jiangcheng."

"Huh? Why are you saying this suddenly? Lingling will call me when the battle is about to begin."

"No, I can save those who are haunted by the poison of the curse."

"How to save it? Lingling said that the spirit blood grass cannot be used temporarily. The poison is caused by a curse. You need to eliminate the curse first and then the poison."

After saying this, Bai Mo suddenly reacted and looked at her in surprise.

"Can your curse overcome that curse?"

"It should be possible, but it's not restraint."

Ding Yumian shook his head slightly and explained slowly:

"Evil fate is very overbearing. People infected by evil fate will be assimilated by evil fate if they have a curse on them. I can't control the curse on them, but I can control the curse of evil fate."

Bai Mo was a little surprised, and he immediately guessed that this ability was probably given by the devil, and he also instantly understood what Ding Yumian was thinking.

"Will it cause harm to those people?"

In Bai Mo's view, some people are really bastards. He doesn't necessarily hate the disease that killed him, but he definitely hates the doctor who treated him poorly.

And some people think that no matter how nice you are to them, they think it is appropriate, but once you fail to do anything well, you are a heinous sinner.

Ding Yumian glanced at him, guessed what he was thinking, and shook his head slightly.

"No, but the damage caused to them by the cursed poison cannot be made up for."

"Okay, let's go to Jiangcheng."

Bai Mo immediately said that in fact, compared to how the government dealt with Shui Qilin, he was more concerned about those who were infected by the plague, especially those teachers and students who tested the poison on their own bodies.