My practice narration is weird

The room was turned upside down.

Countless debris fell on the ground. Ye Wuyou squatted in front of the bed in the room and took a look underneath.

Empty.

The scene I saw through Tian Yan just now was just a scene from the past, not now.

He reached out and picked up a scattered box. He had seen this box before when he was collecting his father's belongings. It seemed to be a place for paintings, but the paintings inside were very ordinary.

Just a landscape painting.

Opening the painting box, it was still the ordinary landscape painting, but Ye Wuyou's eyes had become sharp.

A few months ago, he sorted out these items in his home, but found nothing unusual, but it was different now.

He is now very sensitive to any strange smell.

Inside this box, there is an extremely weak trace of the Dao aura, so faint that it is about to dissipate...

It's not the painting that emanates, but the box.

"The painting is just a cover-up, and the box is a strange thing? No, the breath dissipated quickly, and the painting inside was dropped."

Ye Wuyou first made a judgment.

The other party doesn't understand weirdness, and may not even have been exposed to such things before, otherwise the box will definitely be taken away.

But...that's not right. Normal people can't see the weirdness at all, and it's difficult to perceive it, so they ignore this painting box.

If it were other people, or anyone in Tianlan City except Ye Wuyou and Lu Qingshan, no one would be able to notice this extremely weak trace of the Dao aura after a few months.

[Tsk, you chuckle, it’s not even a remains, it’s just another piece of garbage...]

This painting box was left by his father, but why did his father have such an item?

He gently rubbed his hand on the painting box and kept thinking in his mind.

His fingertips suddenly paused, as if he had touched something. Ye Wuyou focused his eyes on the candlelight and looked into the painting box.

…

Wu Zulong stood silently in his room, the slap marks on his face red.

With his sinister look on his face, he actually hesitated for a while and finally took out an object from the bookshelf.

The object was packaged very carefully, and it also had a hint of spirituality, unlike ordinary objects, similar to the bell that originally sealed the eyeballs of the Thousand Fantasy Sect.

He took out the contents, then carefully spread them out, and then knelt down in front of them.

That's a painting.

Above the portrait is a woman with an excellent figure and temperament, but only her face is empty.

She is a faceless woman.

Then Wu Zulong was the only voice in the room.

"The fairy in the painting, the fairy in the painting, please listen to my prayer."

"I saw a man...a man who was supposed to be dead."

"No, he must have died before, and even his memory was wiped out just in case anyone saw anything in the past..."

"I don't dare to let others know, and I don't dare to ask others to take action. Otherwise, why do you think I would invite you!"

"Kill him, kill him again."

"What are the conditions..."

Wu Zulong stood there for a long time, seeming to be thinking about something.

Then he wrapped the painting again and put it back.

…

According to the writings engraved in the painting box, Ye Wuyou came to his small courtyard and opened a bluestone slab.

There are dense handwritings on the back of the stone slab, written in Qi machine. This is Ye Changsheng's handwriting.

[I am Ye Changsheng, when you read this sentence, I will be dead]

[Find here, Wuyou, you should have seen the painting and opened it, but listen to me, don’t believe it]

[I can’t throw that thing away. Even if I throw it away and bury it, it will come back on its own. It’s like dog-skin plaster, I can’t throw it away no matter what]

[No matter what the thing in the painting says, don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer]

The temperature at night is a bit cold, and combined with these words, it makes people feel faintly cold.

Ye Wuyou frowned and looked down again.

[I found this painting by accident, just a month before you took the exam]

[I opened the painting, and that thing said it could help me realize my wish. You know, dad actually doesn’t have any wishes in this life. He just hopes that you can become a scholar.]

[But dad misses your mother]

[I don’t believe those nonsense, but this painting is open, just give it a try]

[I asked that thing, can you bring your mother back? I want to see her again]

[That thing said it was okay, but it put forward a condition, and the price was a pot of dog’s blood]

[I was very excited at the time and thought it was too simple, so I caught the dog next door and killed it]

[Nothing happened at that time, and I thought it must be a lie, so I fell asleep]

[But later, your mother really came back]

The handwriting was a bit sloppy, and one can imagine that my father was a little excited when he wrote this.

But Ye Wuyou's heart gradually sank.

There is no resurrection after death.

Even if there is some magical power in this world that can see the deceased, the price will definitely not be just a pot of dog blood...

How could a relic with the aura of the Great Dao bring the dead back to life?

So his father, Ye Changsheng, was deceived...

[I was really happy at the time, I thought that thing was a treasure, so I put it away]

[But I can't explain it. I don't even dare to let your mother go out because your mother has been gone for many years. How should I explain if someone sees her?]

[The little girl next door has been trying to find her dog, but I was cruel to her several times and scared her away]

[Those days were your father's happiest days. Your mother and I stayed at home, just like we were back in our youth]

[Then one day, I went out to buy some cakes. Your mother likes to eat white sugar cakes the most]

[I came back early to give your mother a surprise]

[I regret it. I really regret why I came back quietly. It wouldn't have been like this]

[I didn't go in. I looked through the window to see what your mother was doing]

[I saw, I saw your mother combing her hair, but she took it off]

There was a shocking long scratch on the bluestone slab, covered with qi. This was the handwriting of his father's qi.

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and gently rubbed it.

The handwriting was just handwriting, but Ye Wuyou could still feel his father's mood at the time.

Probably despair.

The feeling of falling from heaven to hell is not pleasant.

[I killed your mother]

[No, that wasn't your mother. It was just a deceptive weird thing. It didn't even leave a body after death]

[But she really looked like her. When I killed her, she actually smiled at me]

[Your mother was also smiling when she left]

[I wanted to tear up the painting, but I couldn't. I threw it away countless times, but I couldn't get rid of it. When I woke up, it was back under the bed]

[I thought about it for a long time. What is the use of this thing and whether it can be used]

[After all, if I didn't find it that day, would your mother really come back]

[So, it might be useful]

[I made one last wish, hoping that you can pass the imperial examination]

[The price is that I have to kill someone]

[I started to feel a little entangled, but soon I stopped feeling entangled]

[It didn't say who to kill. Anyone can be killed, as long as it's a human]

[Your father, I miss your mother]

The handwriting ends here.

Ye Wuyou took a last look at the bluestone slab, and then crushed it with one foot.

[It's ridiculous, too ridiculous. You are sarcastic in your heart. You are a foolish mortal. You easily believed the words of that ghost thing, and finally got nothing. It's really...]

"Shut up." Ye Wuyou said softly, his voice was very cold.

Father Ye Changsheng didn't kill anyone, nor did he die of illness.

He committed suicide.

My father asked me not to believe the things in the painting, but he believed it himself, or forced himself to believe it.

The old man's last wish was just to pass the imperial examination, become a knowledgeable person, and live a better life.

However, the painting has disappeared, but Ye Wuyou has confirmed one thing.

That thing is a lie.

Because he really didn't pass the imperial examination.

Ye Wuyou stood in the desolate courtyard at night and sighed.

The words were not pleasant to hear.

But in the true sense, he had never seen Ye Changsheng.

But...

He hated this kind of playing with people's hearts.

In addition, he cheated his father's life.

Ye Wuyou quietly spread his hands, he was not idle.

The little man in the palm of his hand had kowtowed nine times intermittently. For some reason, he felt that his body was a little scattered.

The divine art Tianyan also advanced to the second level.

As for the third level, Ye Wuyou didn't care to watch the little man kowtow eighty-one times, and he could feel his own strange "ghost" and his power weakened a little.

But it was enough.

Deducing the secret of heaven.

"My cause of death, any clues."

This is the most important thing.

If he didn't die of illness but was killed by someone, then he might have been in deep danger.

The picture unfolded in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

The evening breeze was very cold.

Ye Wuyou wanted to kill someone.