My practice narration is weird

Chapter 58 The Man in the Painting [Official~Reading on Tuesday]

Ye Wuyou opened the courtyard door, looked at the little girl in red in front of him, frowned at first, and then relaxed.

He squatted down, gently scraped the tip of her nose with his fingers, and said.

"It's Cuicui, why do you want to come to me?"

He knew Cuicui. He was a child from the next door family. He usually called him brother. He was an old neighbor. He had received financial support from their family before.

"When I saw the green creeper on the door fell off, I knew you were back, brother."

"Brother Ye, where were you before? My mother said that a prison in the city collapsed and you were killed, but I don't believe it."

Ye Wuyou smiled awkwardly. It seemed that the incident in the prison had been widely spread before. He hadn't been back for almost a month. In the eyes of outsiders, he was dead.

But just as it happened, there was something at this moment that Ye Wuyou wanted to ask.

"Cui Cui, my brother wants to ask you something. Didn't he go away for a while to take the exam? Do you still remember?"

The little girl nodded.

"So Cuicui, did you see what my father was doing those days?"

Cuicui was lost in thought, but she seemed to remember something, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

The little girl shook her head and whispered: "I don't know, Brother Ye, you are a good person, but your father is a bad person. I dare not look at it."

"Why a bad guy?" Ye Wuyou was filled with doubts.

"Because he killed Ah Fu." The little girl's voice was very low.

kill?

Before she could say a few words, a woman's figure walked out of another house in the alley. She first shouted to call Cuicui back, and then looked at Ye Wuyou squatting at the door with a shocked expression.

The woman's voice soon floated over, with unabashed sharpness and meanness.

"Young man Ye, you want to die. You don't turn on the lights even after dark. You want to scare people to death. A living person is pretending to be a ghost, right?"

"If you dare to scare our Cuicui, I will kill your family."

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention, but walked straight towards her.

Under the cover of night, Ye Wuyou couldn't see his face clearly. He walked over without saying a word, his footsteps were light and almost silent, and he looked a little weird.

Mom, this boy Ye can't be a ghost. This isn't the first seven. It's been more than a month.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then swallowed and hugged her daughter behind her.

"You...what do you want to do? Don't think that you are an official when you put on these clothes."

"Your annoying father has been doing this all his life...I'm not afraid of you."

The woman's words were sharp, and as Ye Wuyou got closer, her words became more harsh and fierce, and her words were high-spirited, like an old hen with its head held high.

The woman's words were very harsh.

"I'm serious, Aunt Wang."

Ye Wuyou walked up to her, took out some silver coins from his arms, and handed them to her.

"This was borrowed from your family before. Now if you repay it, the excess should be regarded as interest."

The curse words reached her lips but the woman swallowed them back. She looked at the abundant silver coins in her hand, and then at Ye Wuyou, who was definitely alive.

"Oh, it's time to pay it back, otherwise I will scold you...but not so much."

Greed and entanglement are mixed in the woman's eyes.

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly and said.

"It doesn't matter. When the junior went to take the exam, your family helped my father handle his funeral affairs. You should accept it due to circumstances and reasons."

The woman, who seemed to have found a good excuse, finally laughed, pretended to decline, and accepted the money with peace of mind.

Ye Wuyou's words came again and he said casually.

"By the way, Aunt Wang, my father was your family's body collector... What disease did he have?"

When this was mentioned, the woman looked unhappy. It was obvious that she was not happy about mentioning a dead person.

But for the sake of money, she still answered Ye Wuyou.

"I don't know. It's just that I saw that no one had been out in your yard for several days, so I asked my man to take a look, and then your father just lay on the bed like that."

"That's it?" Ye Wuyou was confused.

"That's it. I don't know what the disease is, but everyone is gone and there are no injuries on the body, so I don't care so much."

"Although your father Ye Changsheng died a little short...it looked like he passed away in a dream, so it's not a sad thing. Sister-in-law of the Lin family in the alley, the man got sick and suffered for several months before he left..."

Ye Wuyou nodded lightly, declined the woman's excuse to stay with him for dinner, and walked towards his home.

Before leaving, he asked what was his last thought.

"Who is Afu?"

"My big yellow dog, one day, your father went crazy and snatched and killed the dog. It made my girl cry for three days."

…

Ye Wuyou lit the candle and sat down peacefully.

He had no injuries and died in his sleep.

Steal your neighbor's dog and then kill it?

There was something strange in Ye Wuyou's eyes. In his own memory, although his father Ye Changsheng had a bad temper, he was not an indiscriminate person.

At least not to the point of trying to snatch a neighbor's dog.

This has nothing to do with illness, unless it is epilepsy.

There was something fishy about the death of his father Ye Changsheng, and his own previous death was also problematic.

This is also the reason why I lost my memory about the third young master.

No problem, Tianyan starts!

After using it just now, Ye Wuyou already understood the use of this magical power.

Deducing secrets, seeing the future, and.

Go back in time.

The black man tapped his palm gently.

Ye Wuyou saw the scene of his yard a few hours ago, and everything was normal.

Compared to only being able to see the future a few minutes later, it seems easier to reverse the past with this Tianyan method.

After all.

The future has not happened yet, and the past cannot be changed.

"Lu Qingshan said before that even if ordinary people understand this Tianyan method, they have to pay a huge price to use it..."

Ye Wuyou glanced at his left hand, and the blue blood that was gradually climbing up on his forearm seemed to have decreased a little.

This divine art Tianyan consumes strange power.

But he still felt that something in himself was mobilized, as if it was about to be absorbed, but there was a strange existence, and it became strange to bear this price.

If ordinary people want to use this Tianyan method... do they have to use the soul?

No wonder it is said to be a huge price. If ordinary people use Tianyan a few times, they will die or become crazy if they use it.

Even for a practitioner in the middle third realm, if his soul is damaged several times, he can only see the end of his life at a glance.

The black man kowtowed for the second time.

This time, it seemed to recall more, but he only saw a corner of yesterday's scene.

The third kowtow... saw two days ago.

After kowtowed three times in a row, Ye Wuyou could even clearly feel that the erosion of the body by the weirdness in his body had decreased a little.

In other words, it was not that his erosion had decreased, but that the power of the "ghost" had weakened.

However, even if he relied on the "Wu Xiang Xin Jing" and the narration to comprehend Tian Yan, this magical power is different from those stolen moves that can be used directly, and he still has to start from the beginning.

There are also rules for the black man to kowtow. Kowtow three times separately and kowtow three times in a row are two concepts.

"The method of Tianyan is divided into nine levels. If you practice it to the deepest level, you can kowtow nine times in a row and gain insight into the past, present and future.

Beginners can only kowtow once. If you want to improve, you need to kowtow nine times to advance to the second level.

At that time, you can kowtow twice in a row, and you will see more information. If you want to enter the third level, you need to kowtow ninety-nine times before you can kowtow three times in a row, and so on..."

Ye Wuyou's academic performance is not ideal.

What is the eighth power of nine? Narrator, calculate it for me.

[It's ridiculous. How can such a simple question stump you? You think about it for a while and come to the conclusion that it's only six million times]

I don't believe you.

Ye Wuyou picked up a pen and calculated it himself.

43046721 times.

Forty million times... Ye Wuyou threw down the paper and pen and thought about life.

Is there anyone who can practice Tianyan to the ninth level?

You are crazy. You have done nothing in your life just watching villains kowtow, right?

He looked at the strangeness behind him. The azure "ghost" was quietly floating behind him, with no face, only human shape.

Does the strangeness have intelligence?

Probably, but not much, just a little.

The white jelly skin seen before has it, although its intelligence is very low, more close to instinct.

"Forty million times... It's okay, think about it, it's not me who did it anyway." Ye Wuyou looked at the "ghost" and said to himself.

Originally, the strangeness was like a death warrant in his eyes, but now after learning "Tian Yan", Ye Wuyou felt that he had an extra labor force for free.

For some reason, the blue figure trembled slightly, and then retracted his body in Ye Wuyou's stunned eyes.

That's it, Ye Wuyou shook his head and thought for a moment.

It is obviously not realistic to reverse the long river of time through the method of Tian Yan in a short time.

After all, it takes time to kowtow.

And the deduced picture is not a day or two, but a few months ago.

Change your thinking.

"Why did Ye Changsheng die suddenly? Did I die of illness? Any clues are fine."

Deducing the secret.

The black man kowtowed heavily.

This time, Ye Wuyou saw something different.

Different from the free perspective that he could see when he reversed time before, the picture that appeared in Ye Wuyou's eyes this time was very narrow and dim.

All he could see was the little scene in front of him.

It was a painting.

There was a woman in the painting.

She was lifelike, just like a real person.

She was lying quietly under her bed at the moment.

"Can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Read after me."

"...Change it. This request is too difficult."

"Then read after me?"

"I'll read after me, I'll read after me!"