My practice narration is weird

The dark blue and ferocious ghost hand pierced through the woman's chest.

It also caught a shrill and constantly changing black shadow.

Blood was flying, and the extremely rich and bright red slowly flowed, staining the robe, adding another touch of brightness to the already bright red embroidered long skirt.

The stress that should have covered her body all the time and protected Luo Qinghan, has failed?

No, Luo Qinghan took the initiative to remove it.

Her mind was out of control just now, and her qi was stagnant. She was no longer able to do anything.

It's a bit too much to say that she was at the mercy of others, but in that case, she could only watch and fall into confusion.

But Ye Wuyou couldn't deny that Luo Qinghan was really an extremely smart woman.

His reminder and his actions made the other party make a certain decision.

Luo Qinghan took the initiative to dissipate the weirdness of the body protection. Without the obstruction of stress, the ghost hand could easily hurt the other party.

And only then could he catch the weirdness.

The two people who were just facing life and death, reached a consensus in just a moment.

To a certain extent, they are really teammates with perfect tacit understanding.

Blood is still flowing.

[Kill her, crush her, the soul of the sixth realm can be absorbed by you, and the body can still be used as a furnace...]

Don't bark, it's too disgusting.

[You obviously didn't want to be an enemy before, but this furnace wanted to kill you before, just like the group of ants who betrayed you before, how can you not give her the punishment she deserves...]

Ye Wuyou's eyes were dazed for a moment for some reason.

Luo Qinghan's eyes flickered, but the pain made her eyes more clear at this moment.

The ghost hand let out a silent wail, and the sharp claws that pierced the woman's body were broken by some force in an instant.

Ripples suddenly rose, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

Use the magic of the gods to run away?

Ye Wuyou's eyes were slightly surprised, is it necessary to be so cautious?

That's right... A woman shouldn't stand under a dangerous wall. If it were me, I would do the same.

The stagnant time around her began to flow again as the woman's figure disappeared.

Lu Zhaolin's pupils shrank slightly, and the words with a hint of disbelief came.

"You, you want to kill her?"

Obviously, in Lu Zhaolin's eyes, he didn't realize the meaning behind all this.

Ye Wuyou's eyes were calm, just a slight glance at the other party, then he retracted his gaze and looked at his hands.

"She wanted to kill me before, and..."

If you really want to kill someone, it should be that the ghost hand superimposed the qi to completely destroy the other party's soul and body, and make sure that the other party's soul is completely destroyed, and there is no body left, and there is no reincarnation after death, then it is killing.

Ye Wuyou didn't think that the injury would kill the other party.

Although, he also had the intention to kill, at that moment.

Did he have a grudge with Luo Qinghan?

Before Luo Qinghan attacked Ye Wuyou, actually... no.

Luo Qinghan did.

From Luo Qinghan's perspective, he was completely no match for the other party, but in the end he forcibly snatched the position of [Sovereign] that seemed to belong to the other party.

And the Luo family's affairs had to be blamed on him.

Ye Wuyou never denied this.

However, in the identity of "Ye Wuyou", there was really no path to the Seventh Realm...

Luo Qinghan naturally wouldn't believe this.

So Luo Qinghan took action against him.

And now, that woman might be lost?

"Besides, I didn't kill her just for this ghost thing..."

"If I didn't take action at that time, she was the only real Sixth Realm here, Lu Zhaolin, can you predict what would happen next?"

Lu Zhaolin was silent.

Ye Wuyou was right. For some reason, the weirdness attached to Luo Qinghan, and no one could predict the subsequent changes.

Luo Qinghan was completely lost, and the weirdness was hidden in her.

Was he really going to stay in this weird domain for the rest of his life?

He couldn't beat Luo Qinghan.

Ye Wuyou couldn't beat Luo Qinghan either.

No one here can defeat Luo Qinghan.

There is a group of shrill and constantly changing invisible black shadows in the palm of his hand, as if struggling constantly.

[Identity Replacement]

"Finally I caught it, right?"

The strange thing has no wisdom. It may have vaguely sensed something, sensed that Luo Qinghan was lost, and realized that Luo Qinghan was very strong.

So it chose to attach itself to Luo Qinghan, a lost sixth realm Tianquan.

In this way, no one can catch it.

But it still miscalculated.

Ye Wuyou muttered to himself at this moment.

"I made a wrong judgment before. Although the strange thing has no wisdom, it relies on instinct alone, and it is estimated that it also has the power of Border Collie."

"What is Border Collie?" Lu Zhaolin was puzzled.

Ye Wuyou did not answer this stupid question, but instead stared at the strange thing in his hand that was struggling and twisting.

There seemed to be some kind of brilliance flickering in his pupils at this moment. If you look closely, you will see pictures constantly changing.

This strange thing... is struggling and fighting for life.

It didn't want to be caught by Ye Wuyou, but it had no other means.

So countless identity consciousnesses turned into a huge amount of memories at this moment, constantly pouring into Ye Wuyou's mind.

If it were someone else, perhaps their mind would collapse directly at this moment.

Ye Wuyou was of course not affected, but he couldn't get away from it for a while.

He could only watch this ghost thing constantly instilling countless mixed memories into him.

Stop, stop!

Even if you won't get lost and your mind won't collapse, this feeling is still very uncomfortable.

Those memory fragments flashed quickly in front of your eyes, but they were incoherent, just like countless screens separated, hundreds of experience clips appeared in your mind in an instant, and you had to watch it.

Wait...

These pictures seem different...

No longer mixed and meaningless experiences.

In one picture, it was pouring rain, and a man with a messy figure but firm eyes raised his arms and shouted, shouting to the countless ragged people around him.

"Are there any kings, princes, generals, or ministers?"

In the picture, there was a gruesome picture, and a figure fell in a pool of blood.

There was a bloodstain in front of the carriage, and people gathered around, and someone knelt and cried on the ground.

A rich young man looked at those lowly civilians and said indifferently.

"My father is Li Gang, if you are not afraid of death, come and try."

Someone showed an unwilling look.

In the picture, there was a man of ordinary background, but with the help of countless people, he became one of the richest businessmen.

Many years later, his status was completely different from the others. With a sneer in his eyes, he picked up a paintbrush and joked to several fellow students who wanted to bargain in the shop next to him because they were short of money.

"Seven taels of silver is too expensive? After so many years, why are you still so unhardworking?"

The student's eyes were dim, and he was unwilling.

In the picture, a child from a noble family was high above, sneering at the student who was born in a humble family and looked unwilling.

"You said you studied hard for more than ten years? Why did you lose to me? Are you very unwilling?"

"Haha, three generations of me worked hard, why were you surpassed by you in ten years of hard study?"

"Why? You actually asked why? Haha, your father is just a smelly fish seller, why do you say?"

The scholar lowered his head, his eyes showing unwillingness...

In the picture...

The rich are drunk and feasting, and there are frozen bones on the road.

A child stood in the cold wind, staring at the bright candlelight in the building, smelling the fragrance of food...

That was a place he could never reach in his life, regardless of...hard work.

Why?

The picture turned again.

This seemed to be the last picture, or the first picture.

But above it, there seemed to be another picture.

Someone sat in the clouds, with a smile on his face, overlooking all living things.

But Ye Wuyou couldn't see clearly.

In that picture, there was a child from a salt merchant family, born smart, who could write poems since childhood.

"The rustling west wind fills the yard, the cold fragrance of the stamens makes it difficult for butterflies to come."

"If I am the Green Emperor in the future, I will reward the peach blossoms with a place to bloom."

This poem earned a lot of fame for the family, and people came to visit one after another.

But even so, the child still saw his father grovelling and flattering in front of those dignitaries who occasionally came to the door.

At this moment, he asked a question to his parents.

"Why are they so high up?"

The adult did not answer his question, but hissed.

"Don't talk nonsense, merchants... We are born cheap, they are masters."

"How can we become them?"

"Study, I'm counting on you, those who practice can't compare to those who study, you have to remember it."

The child nodded silently, not quite understanding.

He studied hard.

After failing the exam four times.

"Study your mother!"

Wait until September 8th in autumn, when my flower blooms, all other flowers will die.

The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.

Since studying can't change my identity.

Then I'll trample all these identities under my feet.

The wolf smoke is burning, and it's a scorched earth...

[Interesting]

Whose voice is this?

This voice sounds familiar.

Is it in the picture? Or the narrator? Or this scholar?

Ye Wuyou can't tell.

The pictures are superimposed, and there seems to be a certain breath between heaven and earth.