My practice narration is weird

The moment his fingertips touched the jade bracelet, Ye Wuyou felt a gaze.

No, it wasn't him who felt it.

His eyes were clearly looking at the woman's hand, but his right eyeball, which had been silent for a long time, was raised by itself, looking upward at an incredible angle, looking at the woman's face.

The next second, his right eyeball rolled his eyes and closed his eyes.

The bracelet was taken off in an instant, and then thrown to Lu Caiwei.

At this moment, a familiar feeling floated in his heart.

The breath of the wreckage of the road... but it was weak.

Thinking of what Xia Anmeng said just now, this bracelet can cover the breath, damn!

Despite this, Ye Wuyou did not retreat. Neither Tian Yan nor the narrator had noticed any danger, so what was he afraid of?

Even his right eyeball, which had always bullied the weak and feared the strong, was not afraid at the beginning!

What does it mean? It means that this is not really weird!

Ye Wuyou suddenly extended two fingers, and then followed the line of sight of the right eyeball and fiercely inserted them into the eyes of the woman's corpse.

Puff.

Bring out an eyeball that turned rotten in an instant, and an object behind the eyeball.

A nail...

A thorn in the eye.

This is not weird, this is a weird thing.

The weird is invisible and intangible. It will only have a form after it falls on a person and erodes it completely, just like the mute woman and the footless man. They were all human beings when they were alive, and they became like that after death.

But the woman in front of him had been dead for who knows how many years, buried herself deep underground, and laid a formation before she died.

The reason why she chose to hide underground and lay a formation.

This formation is not to stop the others, but to stop herself.

She may also understand this, or she may not be willing to let herself be the carrier of the weird erosion, and want to seal herself here.

But she doesn't know... The road has no distance.

This place is not like the Tianlao, where Lu Qingshan goes to the eighth floor from time to time to wander around and beat them up. Maybe there is a companion for a few weirds staying together?

Maybe it was a chance, maybe no one intervened, maybe it was too long...

The remains of the avenue were unreasonable, so they left, leaving only this corpse.

The weirdness with [Retrace] was gone, but the weirdness didn't have legs, and only this thorn in the eye remained here.

The right eyeball was cheering, swinging up and down excitedly, and rolling his eyes from time to time. Ye Wuyou resisted the urge to poke himself blind, closed his right eye, and put away this "thorn in the eye".

He could feel the intention of swallowing from his right eye, just like swallowing the "ghost painting" before.

But Ye Wuyou didn't want to stick a nail in his eye.

After doing all this, Ye Wuyou stood up, took off the storage ring on the other party, and breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder Tian Yan and the narrator thought there was no danger...

The ability of this thorn in the eye should be forgetfulness.

This kind of weird thing that can only affect people's minds is the most fearless thing for Ye Wuyou.

Because Ye Wuyou is not affected.

But even if I was affected, it was nothing more than a slight loss of memory like Lu Caiwei and Xia Anmeng. Apart from that, there was no danger.

Well, everything was really fine for now.

"That, that is... weird?" Lu Caiwei asked confusedly as she put the jade bracelet on her hand.

Ye Wuyou shook his head. What was this girl thinking?

"If this thing is like those guys under the prison, then we may have to spend another period of time... trapped here. It's not weird, it's just a weird thing."

Ye Wuyou roughly explained what the two had forgotten before.

While talking, he checked the harvest in the woman's storage ring, and glanced to the side with the corner of his eyes.

After losing the jade bracelet, the woman's flesh and skin quickly rotted, and then turned into dust and disappeared, leaving only a skeleton.

Hmm?

Ye Wuyou's observation ability was extremely sharp. He felt that there was something different about the skeleton.

The laughter of the narrator came from his mind.

[You finally couldn't help it. Why are these guys who had the remains of the Great Dao a thousand years ago so much more interesting than the others! ]

Ye Wuyou knew that the narrator was referring to Lianchi and the group of blue demons...

They did have some unique insights and attempts on the remains of the Great Dao, but in the narrator's words, they were just fantastic ideas.

Is there anything wrong with this skeleton?

After a while, Ye Wuyou looked away and asked silently.

"Xia Anmeng, your former enemy...was there anything strange about her when she was alive?"

The woman was puzzled.

"Why would I pay attention to her? Besides, I hate some of her behaviors. She hangs out with other female practitioners from other sects all day and talks about me behind my back."

Hanging out with women?

That's right!

The skeletons of men and women are obviously different, such as the pelvis...

The skeleton in front of him...doesn't look like a woman.

There weren't many things in the storage ring, formation flags, pills that had lost their effectiveness, and a series of odds and ends that Ye Wuyou couldn't even recognize.

Xia Anmeng gave a good answer.

"They are all tools used by array masters, but they are useless now. Things from a thousand years ago are outdated."

"Who would use such complicated things to set up arrays now? The power is poor and it takes more energy."

Ye Wuyou was stunned for a while and said silently.

"Don't they say that ancient things are better?"

"Who said that? Whether it's a technique, a magical instrument, or even a pill, it's possible that there are a few, but the vast majority are better now. How can there be a reason in the world that the more you practice, the worse it gets?"

What you said is indeed very reasonable. Novels really mislead people.

In other words, these are all odds and ends in this trip. I didn't get anything.

Except for that thorn in the eye...

"Huh."

The voice was made by Xia Anmeng.

A trace of soul power pulled the jade bracelet that was already worn on his hand.

A light curtain was emitted from the jade bracelet, which was reflected on the stone wall, revealing countless mottled handwriting.

The handwriting was not clear, Xia Anmeng snorted lightly, and I don't know what kind of magical power he used. The light and shadow surrounded the stone wall like rippling green waves, revealing clear handwriting.

The handwriting was not engraved on the wall, but left between the jade bracelets, and at this moment it was scattered like a projection.

"Ye Wuyou, this may have the information you want." Xia Anmeng said in a concentrated voice.

The eyes of the two people and one soul looked at the wall almost at the same time.

However, the first line of handwriting made Ye Wuyou's mind stunned, but he still had an expectation in his heart.

[In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, I am about to die]

[This broken thing fell on me, it's really unlucky for eight lifetimes! Forget it, if it didn't happen, I would have died long ago]

[I never write anything, who writes anything? But at least write something before I die, alas]

[Forget it, I worked so hard to reach the second realm, what can I brag about? I won't write anymore, I'm tired, wait to die]

[Finally, I used a retrospection, hehe, and heard a news with my life. They said there is a pillar called the Shinto Pillar. If the magic on it can be learned, it seems that it can solve my problem]

[Finally, I found this Shinto Pillar, what a pity, how many days can I live? Will it be useful if I learn it? ]

[Haha, I learned it! Shinto magic Yin and Yang reincarnation, I understand it, is Yin and Yang the reversal of life and death? The erosion on my body has also subsided! I can live again! 】

【Damn it, this yin and yang refers to men and women】

【I have become a woman, young master? ? ?】

Ye Wuyou had expected this, Lu Caiwei's eyes widened, Xia Anmeng was silent for a long time.