My practice narration is weird

In the stream, beside the bonfire, Xu Fang's snoring was like thunder, and he was sleeping soundly.

[It's disturbing, his snoring is louder than a pig! How can a body-refining cultivator be like a pig! You should pick up the machete and perform a pig-killing move! ]

Alas... Ye Wuyou lay beside the tree and shrank.

Lin Qingqing was counting on her fingers, with a distressed look on her face.

"I thought it would only take a few days at most, but after this trip, I stayed in the village in a daze for a week, four horses were gone, and it would take another two days to go back. The demon fox only brought back the corpse. This mission is not worth it."

Bai Changzai was lying on the side. He should have been asleep, but at this moment he closed his eyes and said, "Forget it, it's good to survive."

"You didn't sleep?" Lin Qingqing was stunned, but Bai Changzai, who was lying on the side, didn't say anything.

There was a rustling sound from the side.

Lin Qingqing looked at Ye Wuyou who got up from the ground, and was about to say that you didn't sleep either, but when she looked at the other's simply bandaged face, she didn't say it.

"Is your eye okay... I mean, there are so many people in our Tianlao, go back and ask, who knows if anyone's magical power can help you recover?"

Her words were a little apologetic.

The three second-level people thought that the task was a sure thing at the beginning, and Ye Wuyou was just making up the numbers.

As a result, she got confused in the village as soon as she entered the mountain, and in the end it was the other party who led them out of trouble, and she also lost one eye because of it.

How about giving him all the rewards for this mission after returning? But it's not possible, the captain also needs medicinal materials to treat the soul...

Listening to Lin Qingqing's words, Ye Wuyou didn't feel anything, shook his head slightly, and walked to the side.

"Too noisy, I'm going to take a walk." He said casually.

"Then I'll go too."

"Let's get some water."

"Oh..."

[Don't, it's a dark night, we're alone, how can this be possible? ]

Fuck, it's really a shame.

After sending Lin Qingqing away, Ye Wuyou walked through the grove and followed the sound of flowing water to a small river nearby.

Standing by the water, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his wrapped face, which was a little itchy.

What's going on?

The feeling of an unknown foreign body in his eyes seemed to be more obvious at this moment.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Wuyou untied the bandage.

Looking at himself in the reflection of the water, the dark eye socket on his face, Ye Wuyou smiled helplessly, and then reached out to grab the cloth strip and wanted to wrap it back.

The cloth strip slipped from his hand, fell into the water, and drifted away with the water.

Ye Wuyou stood there, his face was a little abnormal.

The only eye left now slowly looked at his hand, at his left hand that had just grabbed the cloth strip.

The empty sleeves fell down helplessly, fluttering gently with the evening breeze.

Ye Wuyou's face finally showed a trace of surprise and confusion.

His left hand was gone.

But the next moment, it was not just his left hand.

Both hands, legs, waist, chest... until the head.

The man standing on the bank collapsed like a building block, leaving only an empty suit of clothes slowly falling to the ground.

...

"Hu, hu..." Ye Wuyou was lying on the bank at this moment, with cold sweat on his forehead and the skin on his face trembling like convulsions.

He kept taking deep breaths.

The scene just now was like a dream in his mind.

Is this a dream, or something else?

The river water poured on his face, and the stimulation of the cold river water spread from the skin to the brain, and Ye Wuyou felt a little calmer.

But the next moment, the calmness in Ye Wuyou's heart was torn to pieces by the cold river water in front of him.

In the reflection of the river, in his originally dark and empty eye socket, there was a scarlet blood-red strange pupil.

It was the strange eyeball that he had chewed and swallowed that day.

A very strange feeling came from Ye Wuyou's heart.

This eye was looking at himself.

Although it grew on his body and replaced his lost eye, Ye Wuyou could feel that this eye was looking at the river surface, looking at himself in the reflection of the river surface.

As if to confirm the conjecture in his heart, the scarlet pupil even turned and moved to the side.

Ye Wuyou immediately felt that his sight also moved to the side without his control.

Looking at this scene, Ye Wuyou hurriedly tried to control his eyes, or to control this eye.

After a while, he was controlled to cross his eyes in the reflection of the river, and Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his eyeballs and felt that his vision was normal, even several times clearer than before.

In the night, every blade of grass and tree on the other side of the river was clearly visible to him.

Good news, his eyes recovered.

Bad news, this eye occasionally has its own ideas.

"What is this? I chewed it up and swallowed it, and it can reappear on me?"

Ye Wuyou looked at the reflection in the river quietly, looking at this absurd scene.

He knew too little about these weird things, and he really didn't know what had happened to him.

"Perhaps, this eyeball was swallowed by me like the ghost at the beginning, so I controlled it?"

[It was originally a useless relic of the aura of the avenue, so I swallowed it, or you are blind, otherwise this thing is worthy of appearing on you? ]

Tsk, the dog barking as usual, I am blind?

Hey, I am really blind.

Ye Wuyou thought, stretched out his hand and touched his eyelids, as if he wanted to feel the reality of those eyes.

But the absurd scene did not stop, like a midnight theater, the scenes that were staged became more and more bizarre.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were silently looking at his left hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Perhaps because there were enough outrageous things just now, there was no previous horror in his eyes, only confusion and doubt remained.

The left hand seemed to have expanded in a circle from the forearm, and turned into a faint blue with mottled blood vessels wrapped around it. The back of the hand was covered with blue tendons, and the inch-long nails shone with a strange and sharp light.

If there were others present at this moment, they would only see a man sitting by the river, looking at the empty clothes in front of him with scarlet demon-like eyes.

Ye Wuyou knew exactly what it was.

He has used it many times.

The ghost hand of "ghost".

Now it appears on myself?

Is this good or bad?

Ye Wuyou's face gradually became ugly.

If his eyes recovered, although the scarlet eyes were weird and scary, as long as they were covered normally, Ye Wuyou didn't think it was a bad thing.

But now that this ghost hand appeared on his body, Ye Wuyou felt very bad.

The dream-like scene just now is still vivid in my mind.

Ye Wuyou's expression was slightly startled, as he seemed to have remembered something.

In the illusion at the bottom of the well, the narrator seemed to say something at that time.

[Fart, the ruins of this broken avenue can be used to hang hair. It's just a dog-skin plaster, the kind that sticks to people and won't go off. From time to time, it will hurt...]

At that time, I wanted to continue asking, but the situation was urgent, and the narrator's speech always skipped a beat.

So, the wreckage of the avenue, will this weirdness harm people?

[Afraid of a ball, it’s just that it’s been a long time. This bullshit wreckage is just coveting your body. How can you worry about this? These wrecks are just defeated enemies. You can crush them to death with just a pinch...]

Stop barking! speak English!

However, the narrator stopped talking.

Ye Wuyou held his head.

He really felt like he had a headache at the moment. The help provided by the dog narrator was completely random, and he had to explore many things by himself.

This shit is really useless, it's not as good as the Sixth Realm Remnant Soul Grandpa in Lu Caiwei's hand!

If Xia An's dream is in me, I don't want to have skills or magical powers. I can ask about anything I don't understand in practice. There are a lot of secrets in the world waiting for me to explore, and I can have a friendly chat if nothing happens. .

[Fuck your mother, is that shitty soul worthy of you? You should immediately reflect on why you have such stupid thoughts in your heart]

[This group of ruins of the avenue still exists today. They talk about life or death. When they meet a talented person like you, of course they will try their best to covet your body. They will first give you some sweetness to keep you at your mercy, and then wait for you to be filled with joy. The more you use it, the deeper the connection becomes, and these bitches start to harm people]

Ye Wuyou certainly heard what the narrator meant.

In other words, every time I use the power of "ghost" in daily life, it will deepen my connection with this thing, and after a long time, it will start to invade me?

How to stop it?

This time the narrator echoes his thoughts.

【Prevent? You smiled softly and felt that your idea was extremely stupid. Why should you stop it? Why not wait for these dog remains to completely invade your body? Anyway, if you could swallow it the first time, you can swallow it the second time...]

Ye Wuyou thought this was nonsense.

Can this be the same? At that time, I had borrowed the power of Xia Anmeng, and by that time my body had turned into that weird shape. How could I repeat the situation last time?

"What should we do if we get to that point?" Ye Wuyou asked sincerely.

【Have fun with them! 】