My practice narration is weird

Tianlan City, west of the city.

Unlike the prosperity of other places, this place is relatively deserted, and this is true. The west of the city is considered a slum.

The broken stone road, the long and quiet alleys, and the walls are covered with green vines.

The abandoned courtyard, the dilapidated board house, the courtyard door was slowly pushed open, making an old creaking sound.

Ye Wuyou walked in, looking at the dust on the ground, and then realized that he had not been back for a long time.

Previously, he had been eating and living in Tianlao, and then he stayed at Zhao Changhe's place for half a month, and finally went to Yunwu Mountain.

But he didn't have the heart to clean up now, he walked straight into the room, lit three incense sticks on the spirit tablet next to him, and then sat quietly at the table where he used to study and study.

He asked a lot of people along the way.

The answers he got were all the same. Wu Zulong, the name of the playboy, was known to everyone in Tianlan City. He was considered a notorious playboy.

But why would I, a local who has lived in Tianlan City since birth, have no impression of this?

If it is just that I have no impression and my memory is lost, it is fine.

But Ye Wuyou clearly remembers the deeds of the prefect, and even remembers that he has two sons, both of whom are very promising. One is a general in the border army and the other is an official in the capital. This is a good story that the people of Tianlan City occasionally mention.

Why is it a good story? Because it is compared with the third son.

But the more this is the case, Ye Wuyou still can't remember the existence of such a person. He has never heard of this name until today.

"My memory has been tampered with?" Ye Wuyou frowned.

Ye Wuyou closed his eyes and carefully thought about the scenes from a few months ago, from almost starving to death at home, to joining the Tianlao to now.

The conclusion is that there is no problem with his memory.

[Problem? In your eyes, everything is not a problem. If there is a problem, then there must be something wrong with the world]

Right!

It is definitely not me who is wrong, it is the world!

Ye Wuyou didn't think that anything could silently tamper with his memory now. After so much, his mental sensitivity has increased sharply. It is impossible for ordinary illusions or strange erosions to deceive him.

At least he will not be unnoticed.

Moreover, Ye Wuyou knew that he was not affected by the strange aura.

Therefore, all this must be caused by a strange person who created an identity out of thin air and deceived the whole city.

He was about to draw a conclusion, but hesitated.

Are all the people in Tianlan City affected?

And at least from what he saw, that Wu Zulong was indeed a normal person, with a weak aura and a scattered realm, a realm that he had reached by taking drugs.

If it was caused by a strange person, or a cultivator with a very high realm, what was the purpose?

Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly looked at the room next to him, where three incense sticks were inserted and a spirit tablet was placed.

It showed the spirit of Lord Ye Changsheng.

The name Ye Changsheng sounded very big, and Lord Ye also sounded very awesome.

But Ye Changsheng died young, and the Lord of the Mansion only referred to his father, without any other meaning.

Ye Changsheng died three months before Ye Wuyou, and died peacefully at home. At that time, he was about to take the exam, and the academy even held a training camp, and he went to the exam directly after the training.

He ate and lived in the academy at that time, which lasted for a month.

Of course, this required silver.

When he returned home after the exam, he only saw the coffin.

And he also died of a cold a few months later, and then...

"No, there must be nothing wrong with my memory, otherwise I would have noticed it long ago, but there is another explanation for all this."

Ye Wuyou withdrew his eyes from the spirit tablet, looked at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and said silently.

"Unless the original body's memory was changed before his death, only in this way would I not notice it."

How did he die? Died of illness.

How did his father Ye Changsheng die? He didn't see it with his own eyes, but the answer in his memory was also death of illness.

Ye Wuyou didn't think it was a big deal at first, but now thinking back, it is very strange.

Ye Changsheng used to be a jailer in the Heavenly Prison. Even if he has not made any progress since then, his realm is still the first realm.

A cultivator in the first realm cannot increase his lifespan, but his physique and blood are stronger than ordinary people, and there is also qi in his body. In this world, it is normal to live to be over 100 years old, not to mention living to be over 70 or 80 years old. How could he die of illness easily?

As for himself?

Although he had never been involved in cultivation before, he was still a young man. How could he die without resisting it?

But the past is like smoke, how to investigate?

Ye Wuyou thought for a long time. The sky was getting dark. He did not light a candle, but just watched the quiet darkness wrap around him little by little.

He stretched out a hand and spread it out.

A black little man slowly condensed in his palm.

Shendao technique - Tianyan.

The black little man was in his palm and bowed to him lightly.

Buzz...

A scene appeared in his mind.

The deserted courtyard without a trace of light, the dilapidated board house, the corners full of dust and cobwebs...

It turns out that the divine art Tianyan can directly see the picture, which is really mysterious.

These familiar scenes made Ye Wuyou realize that this is his home.

But when was this?

Ye Wuyou was a little confused. It was the first time he used Tianyan. He was not familiar with this magical power and used it completely subconsciously.

But this scene should not be in the past, but in the future, or even some time after now.

Because his yard has never been so dirty before.

Ye Wuyou's sight moved slowly in the picture, and suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly.

At the gate of the courtyard, a small figure stood in the darkness.

A little girl in red, holding a tattered rag doll in her hand, stood outside the gate.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

...

The luxurious carriage slowly stopped in front of a mansion, and Ma Liu immediately ran to the side and knelt down, allowing the person in the carriage to step on him.

Wu Zulong was gloomy and was about to walk into the mansion.

"Third Master, don't you want the woman in the car?" Ma Liu reminded carefully.

"This Master is not in the mood now, so I don't want her."

A somewhat hurried voice came from the carriage, and then a charming woman poked her head out from it, "Third Master, we agreed..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zulong threw down a few silver coins, "Here's the money, get out of here."

After that, he walked into the mansion.

Ma Liu stood there, took half of the silver and put it in his arms, then stared at the woman fiercely until she left.

His eyes showed thoughts.

How come this Third Young Master was so depressed after having a meal, and he didn't want a woman anymore.

Is it because of those guys in the next box?

I also dealt with them, and cursed through the door, and then was caught by a burly man who rushed out and helped them pay the bill.

But at least I did something.

Wu Zulong didn't have any mood to care about other things at this moment. He walked in the spacious courtyard of his home and walked towards his room.

He was very irritable now, with countless questions in his mind.

Because he met a person.

A person who should have been dead.

He walked very fast and didn't even notice the oncoming figure.

He paused for a moment, Wu Zulong raised his head slightly, and met the majestic gaze.

"Father." He bowed his head and said, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Pa."

He was responded with a merciless slap.

The bright red palm print was engraved on his face, and even made him stagger.

"You should be glad that you didn't bring that woman into the house, otherwise it would not be this slap, but a broken leg."

"Unlearned and useless."

Wu Zhifu flicked his sleeves and walked past him without looking at him again.

Only Wu Zulong was left standing there stupidly, with his head down.

In his eyes, there was fear, fear, humiliation and unwillingness.

And the madness hidden under all the emotions.

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