My practice narration is weird

Wu Zulong, who was possessed by the strange eyeball, was still jumping around excitedly on the eaves of the houses and shouting nonsense.

He seemed very excited, or the eyeball was very excited.

The consciousness and wisdom of strange things seemed to be a few points higher than the simple weirdness, but only a few points.

Just like this ghost painting, it can communicate with people, and the ghost eye, although it can't speak, has certain thoughts.

It was really too exciting to leave Ye Wuyou's body.

That body was too scary, with powerful remains inside, and it was completely uncontrollable.

The poor little eyeball could only be manipulated by others and look wherever they wanted.

But now, it's not the same!

Ye Wuyou below slowly raised his head and looked at him with his dark eye sockets.

"Old Liu" stood there and didn't dare to move. He was the real ghost in the painting. The painting was in Ye Wuyou's ghost hand. If it was destroyed, there would be nothing.

Wu Zulong was stared at by Ye Wuyou, and his figure was involuntarily stunned.

But then, he opened his mouth, his eyes flashing red.

The ringing sound mixed with sobs and the wonderful illusion unfolded at the same time.

[Want to disturb people's minds with illusions? This idea is ridiculous in your eyes. There is always a lack of ignorant people in the world, using their weaknesses to challenge your strengths]

Still want to disturb my mind?

Not to mention that Ye Wuyou is not affected by the weirdness, even without the "ghost", Ye Wuyou may not be able to fall into the illusion.

Do you know what my mind has experienced along the way!

Wu Zulong stood on the eaves, but what greeted him was not Ye Wuyou falling into confusion, but a fierce fight.

Along with the fierce slap, the words that followed were a bit cold and funny.

"Give you a chance, you are useless."

The hand gently wiped Wu Zulong's eye sockets, and the scarlet eyeballs were already buckled out.

Wu Zulong's body fell to the ground, still breathing, but it was only a matter of time.

Just like the man in brocade robe who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the illusion that day, he didn't realize the fact that he was dead until the end.

Ye Wuyou didn't care about him. He passed by the dazed Liu Lao, walked to the pool beside, and washed the eyeball full of mucus in the water.

After washing it clean, Ye Wuyou nodded with satisfaction, and then embedded the eyeball into his eye socket again.

He stood there and rubbed his eyes hard.

How did the eyes get watery.

The ghost painting in his hand was spread out, and the faceless woman in it was still trembling.

"No, don't destroy me, I can help you realize your wishes, all wishes!"

Ha, you are also called the Holy Grail, right?

The woman in the painting saw that Ye Wuyou didn't do it, so she tried again.

"Whatever you want, I can help you, immortality, endless power, worldly power, any woman you want..."

Along with the sound of the ghost painting, Ye Wuyou even felt an inexplicable force that seemed to want to erode himself and bewitch himself.

Of course, Ye Wuyou was not affected.

Bewitched? No wonder the people who got the painting believed it.

Ye Wuyou frowned. This ghost painting was obviously rubbish, but it was really boastful...

[Listening to this rubbish's meaningless struggle, your heart was calm without any waves. Yes, everyone knows that you, Ye Wuyou, have a great reputation, but no one can understand what you want]

Yes, what do I want?

[After going through thousands of sails, washing away the floating world, the red dust is far away, all you want is to return to the fields and take off your armor, and then hold a cup of tea she brewed]

The painting style is good, but does it matter?

Ye Wuyou shook his head and smiled gently.

The ghost painting in his hand was torn to pieces by him.

The ghost painting that ordinary people can't destroy no matter what, is like brittle paper in front of the real weirdness.

Liu Lao's figure turned into meat and shattered on the ground.

A woman's shrill whine came out from the torn ghost painting, followed by wisps of invisible smoke and dust, which were devoured crazily by Ye Wuyou's right eye.

Will the weird things that have been stained with a trace of the avenue want to devour other weird things to make themselves closer to the real weirdness?

What changes will my right eye bring after this?

After a while, a very wonderful feeling came, and my eyes revealed a tingling and numb satisfaction.

It is difficult to describe this feeling. To be more precise, it is like pleasure and climax bring great happiness to people.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath and calmed the thoughts in his mind.

There is no need to think about the words of the ghost painting. Ye Wuyou had a little expectation at first, but the facts proved that it was all false.

His father failed to see his real mother, and he failed to pass the imperial examination.

The immortality that Wu Zulong expected was actually just a puppet transformed into a ghost painting. What is the difference between this immortality and death?

As for the other party's three realms of power?

That was just rootless water, just like when Xia Anmeng possessed him, it only temporarily raised his realm. Once it was used up, it was used up.

Ghost painting, it was really full of nonsense.

"Plop."

A headless black-clothed corpse fell down and landed beside Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou took a look and then retracted his gaze, not looking at the miserable corpse again.

Fang Cunshan, who was covered in blood, came in the air at this moment, holding a man's head in his hand, and then threw it lightly.

"Tsk, it's a bit miserable, kid, can this group of guys in the lower three realms make you like this?"

"You're too slow."

"These are the two fourth realms. You have to know that it is difficult to kill those in the middle and third realms. In addition to killing people, they also have to crush their souls. Otherwise, what if they leave hidden dangers?" Fang Cunshan said with a smile.

Ye Wuyou said nothing. What he wanted to do now was to leave as soon as possible.

Fang Cunshan narrowed his eyes, and then laughed, but this smile became more and more embarrassing.

"Boy Ye, I'm sorry. I spent too long playing with those two guys. It took us a long time. You may not be able to leave. We are surrounded outside."

Ye Wuyou glanced at him.

"What do you think I'm doing? I can leave, but they can't catch me if I fly. Why, don't you have a backup plan?" Fang Cunshan said calmly.

Ye Wuyou couldn't help it anymore.

"What the hell..."

Buzz…

In the night sky, the sound of breaking through the sky resounded throughout the sky.

When something reaches a certain speed, a whistling sound can emit an extremely harsh roar.

Fang Cunshan's smiling face became solemn for a moment, two bloody scimitars appeared in his hands, and then they were crossed in front of him.

Ye Wuyou stood behind him, and the huge pressure made him retreat uncontrollably.

He squinted and tried to look at the sky.

Arrows are like shooting stars.

Arrive in an instant.

Rumble.

The roar and sparkle razed the already blazing mansion to the ground.

Ye Wuyou was not injured, it was Fang Cunshan who blocked the arrow.

Before Ye Wuyou could recover, Fangcun Mountain had already risen from the ground.

His figure was perched high in the sky, shouting loudly to the surroundings.

"Stop fighting. The kid below surrendered. He is from Tianlao. He is deeply aware of his mistakes and is willing to be imprisoned for the rest of his life."

Immediately afterwards, Fang Cunshan sent a message to Ye Wuyou alone.

"Boy, I'll withdraw first. The city's defenders, officers and soldiers, government officials, and people in the prison are all here.

This arrow is a magical weapon in the army. I have exhausted my benevolence and righteousness. Just surrender. This is how I entered the prison in the first place. After all, surrendering does not count as being arrested. "

God, surrendering yourself does not count as being arrested!

Then, Fang Cunshan's figure turned into a red light and rushed straight towards the horizon in a certain direction.

Several figures rose into the air, heading towards each other, and chased after them.

In the night sky, Fangcun Mountain's laughter echoed in all directions.

"Stop chasing me. You can't catch me. The border is three hundred miles away. Why don't I leave Dayan!"

The mansion is gone.

It's all flat now.

Ye Wuyou squinted his eyes and looked around.

Dense figures had already surrounded him.

These people had gathered outside the mansion before. The reason why they did not move forward was probably because the majesty of Fangcun Mountain in the sky was too shocking.

But now that Fang Cunshan is gone, their pace is getting closer and closer.

Do you want to use the backhand?

But even so, can I leave?

It really doesn't work...it's not bad to go to jail. After all, being a jailer means going to jail.

Although the surrounding crowd was approaching, they still did not take action.

All this is because of someone's old words.

Zhao Changhe's figure appeared on a nearby roof at some point, holding a toothpick in his mouth and shouting.

"Boy Ye, it's really difficult for you to do this."

[Difficult to do? Then I think let’s not do it! 】

[However, a group of people also want to stop you, so you get angry first. On this day, you, Ye Wuyou, will return to the state of selflessness]

[Everyone here, except the old man who picks his teeth, you don’t look down on.]

Ye Wuyou thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and waved to Zhao Changhe.

"Master Zhao, I wonder if there are any vacancies in the cell?"

"Yes, the one in Fangcun Mountain happens to be empty. You can stay here for now."

There was a rustling sound from the side, but only a figure could be seen crawling out of the scorched earth.

Ye Wuyou looked surprised.

He's not dead yet?

Wu Zulong's eyes were blank. When he first saw Ye Wuyou, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

There were officers and soldiers on the side protecting him and saying something.

"Third Young Master, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was beheaded.

The officers and soldiers around him took a step back, but then moved forward with murderous intent on their faces.

Wu Zulong looked at a loss, and the remaining three realms of Qi were wavering on him, but he had already forgotten who he was.

The successive erosions of ghost paintings and ghost eyes on his body had already caused his mind to collapse.

The surrounding crowd suddenly branched out into a path, and then a figure walked out.

Magistrate Wu's face seemed to have aged infinitely for a moment. He looked in front of him blankly, looking at Wu Zulong's figure.

Broken arms, broken body, scarred, empty eye sockets dripping with blood.

And the clear blood mark on the skull that was deep enough to show the bone.

Everyone knew that it was no longer a person.

The officers and soldiers moved forward, their swords emitting a cold chill in the moonlight.

"Azu..."

The scattered eyes seemed to focus on the sound.

Wu Zulong looked at his "father".

"Azu, Azu, come here, you come first." Magistrate Wu's words revealed a plea.

Under his words, the officers and soldiers who were about to take action also stopped.

The confusion in Wu Zulong's eyes seemed to gradually calm down, and he murmured in a low voice.

"Father?"

Hearing these familiar words, Magistrate Wu's words were difficult and his hands were shaking due to emotion.

"Azu, Azu, why are you like this..."

But after hearing this, Wu Zulong, who was still calm at first, smiled.

There was only one dark eye left, and there was no longer any cowardice in his life, replaced by twisted madness that could not be erased.

He stretched out his hand, pointed at the other party, and made a hoarse sound.

"Why am I like this? Don't you have any idea? Ah!"

"Lao Deng!"

Magistrate Wu's face was dull, but he was speechless. He didn't understand.

Why did the child who didn't dare to look at him in the past become like this?

“Day by day, day by day, what do you know?”

"The eldest brother and the second brother are both smart and good at cultivation. I am not good at it, so am I not a thing?"

"They only let me practice and study. You asked me what I wanted to do!"

"I hang out with those green men all day long, do you know why?"

"Because they treat me like a human being, but you treat me like trash!!!"

Magistrate Wu's hands trembled, his face kept twitching, and finally he roared angrily.

"Because I am your father, I am the prefect, and you are embarrassing me!"

"But you are not my fucking father at all." Wu Zulong roared.

Hearing these words, Magistrate Wu was startled, as if he thought of something.

Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood as if he was hit hard.

[Wonderful, so wonderful. Even if you have experienced a lot, you have never seen such a scene. Even if you can clearly understand the path of the world, you cannot understand the twists and turns among the wealthy and powerful]

[Looking at this scene, your understanding of the "Shadowless Heart Sutra" has reached a higher level, and you are one step closer to the second level of the "Shadowless Heart Sutra\