My practice narration is weird

The fuzzy consciousness woke up bit by bit, and the world in front of me flickered.

Ye Wuyou slowly opened his eyes, his body staggered a little, but he quickly stabilized his body.

There was a faint sting in his soul, which was an injury left over from before.

The body felt as if it had been destroyed, the energy was flowing out, as if two people had a fierce fight in the body.

But... there is only one soul left.

And there is no weird erosion.

Those weird things have been stripped off their bodies.

Lu Qingshan didn’t lie to me, he really did it.

"Succeeded, I succeeded..."

After experiencing such a big twists and turns, Ye Wuyou finally couldn't hide his joy at this moment, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the smile immediately froze.

No, that's not right.

who I am?

Which Ye Wuyou am I!

Am I the original Ye Wuyou, or the Ye Wuyou copied by Shinto magic?

When the two Ye Wuyou souls were devouring each other and trying to kill each other, Lu Qingshan used [Forgetting].

Who did he use it on?

have no idea.

And which Ye Wuyou won the final victory just now?

have no idea.

Who killed whom!

have no idea! ! !

By the way, where is Lu Qingshan?

Where is Lu Qingshan?

Ye Wuyou glanced around.

But he didn't find the other party's figure.

"Lu Qingshan..."

"Stop looking for him. He runs very fast. I should have thanked him more or less."

In the darkness, a voice sounded softly, but the voice seemed to be suppressing a smile.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and looked at the corner where the sound came from, but he didn't notice it at all.

Can’t see?

How could there be something that I couldn't see?

But this can't be difficult for Ye Wuyou.

Damn it, report it!

But the familiar voice did not ring.

The narrator didn't respond at all.

No.

The narrator has responded.

Ye Wuyou suddenly realized something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his energy swept away from his body, sweeping around in circles.

"Forgot, you are so pitiful, you can't see me at all now."

Along with the hoarse voice, a figure slowly appeared in Ye Wuyou's sight.

[Ghost] is lifted.

That was Ye Wuyou.

That was Ye Wuyou's original body.

A body completely eroded by strangeness.

But now it is intact as before, without a single scratch on its body.

Ye Wuyou's expression was silent, but Qi was constantly gathering around him.

The next moment, he stepped directly into [No One's Appearance].

The dark armor covered his whole body and wrapped his figure, and the crow feathers stretched out, ripples of dust all around.

Scarlet pupils emerged on the nail surface.

Ye Wuyou finally saw everything.

[Ghost]'s figure appeared in the air, and its face without facial features continued to enlarge at this moment.

The words came quietly.

"Oh, aren't you curious if you step directly into [No One's Appearance]?"

With a sneer, Ye Wuyou spoke calmly.

"Bitch, I've known you for a long time..."

The words were not spoken yet.

The ground collapsed.

Invisible ghost hands tightly restrained Ye Wuyou's body at this moment, pressing him deeply into the ground. The pressure as heavy as a mountain continued to come, and countless fine cracks appeared on the dark armor at this moment.

It was just [Ghost] that caused all of this.

Ye Wuyou's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the figure that appeared in front of him and the existence that occupied his original body.

There is no energy in the opponent's body at all.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel the strong and strange aura.

That is the completely liberated [Ghost].

The soft words came with a smile. The voice was so familiar. It had sounded in Ye Wuyou's mind countless times and echoed in his ears.

"Let me ask you, when did you notice it?" the narrator sounded, with a slight smile.

Ye Wuyou didn't respond, just looked at the other party with cold eyes, looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou didn't respond, the latter shook his head and spoke calmly.

"To be honest, I thought it would take some time before you step into the Seventh Realm, and you will involuntarily step into the [Lifeless Person Phase], and then there will be no difference between you and me."

"But you are too vigilant. The scenery that [Lifeless Man Appearance] shows you is enough to drive people crazy, but you just stop it. Do you have to be so afraid?"

"I've obviously pretended to be very good, and even the words and sentences I use to respond to you are based on what's in your mind. Why don't you believe me?"

"Although this opportunity is different from what I expected, compared to you never stepping into the Seventh Realm and unwilling to step into the [Lifeless Person], it's better for me to do it myself."

Ye Wuyou was now tightly bound. After struggling several times to no avail, he finally looked straight in front of him.

"What the hell are you, bitch!"

"I am the narrator, the narrator you are most familiar with. Of course, I can be Ye Wuyou now, or I can be..."

The narrator with Ye Wuyou's appearance smiled and spoke, but his voice became sharper bit by bit, and then his face changed.

The next moment, he turned into Lu Qingshan.

"I can be Lu Qingshan."

"I, I, I... it could also be Lu Caiwei." The stumbling words rang out.

The face continued to change, and the familiar girl's face made Ye Wuyou's eyes tremble.

"Of course, I can still be Luo Qinghan." The woman said with a smile, and then stepped heavily on Ye Wuyou's foot again, who was struggling.

White dew.

Luo Yue.

Qu Wuyi, Xia An's dream, and even Wenqu are all changing at this moment.

There was strong anger in Ye Wuyou's eyes, and he stared at the other party, as if there were flames pulsing in his scarlet pupils.

"Angry? What's the point of being angry? By the way, didn't you say before that you would rather change your gender than use replication? Why bother?"

He waved his palm lightly over his face.

Ye Meiren appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

The hair fell down and gently brushed Ye Wuyou's cheek.

"Do you want to practice dual cultivation?" Ye Meiren said with a smile, then looked at the anger in Ye Wuyou's eyes, thought for a while, tilted her head and said, "It's just a suggestion, you know, this is the last time."

After a moment of silence.

"good."

The narrator chuckled, and then with a flick of his fingertips, the restraints on Ye Wuyou's body were immediately loosened.

But the next moment, Ye Meiren leaned back suddenly, narrowly avoiding the incoming punch.

The figure was pressed back to the ground, and the narrator finally felt a little bored. He stood up from Ye Wuyou, shook it, and his appearance changed back to Ye Wuyou's appearance.

"It's still comfortable like this..."

He muttered something softly, then his eyes were indifferent, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou struggled as his body was crushed bit by bit by the ghost's hands.

"What on earth are you..."

The narrator said indifferently.

"According to your perception, I am weird and a wreck of the avenue."

"But if your understanding were just a little higher, you would know that the wreckage of the avenue is essentially the same as a human being."

Is it weird and human?

Ye Wuyou's breath was weak at the moment and it was difficult to speak.

"Of course, you may be confused. After all, in the superficial understanding of a guy like you, there is no wisdom in weirdness, only instinct."

"It's very simple. Do you remember that monk?"

"The little monk is just like a human being, but can you say that he is not weird?"

No……

"You are just a wreck... He is not." Ye Wuyou said in a hoarse voice.

These are the words spoken by the narrator himself.

The young monk is the avenue of new life.

The rest of the weirdness is just the remains of the avenue.

There was silence for a while, and then some kind of strange laughter sounded, and the words came with contempt.

"Why don't you understand? The wreckage, the wreckage, the reason why it is called a wreckage is because of the broken bones."

"Buddha's legacy, demon's legacy, Siming, the ruins of the great road, weird..."

"It all means the same thing."

"The weird people you talk about are essentially human beings, people who are no different from you."

Is it weird to be human...

"That little monk, I still remember that I clearly asked you to kill him. If you had done it at that time, you would have understood all this early."

"His arms, his eyes, his tongue, his nose, every part of his body..."

"After separating him, what do you think will become of the scattered bones?"

Weird...

The narrator was talking to himself, but then he smiled and shook his head.

"That's not the case. He is still too young. Even if he is separated, he will only turn into a few weird things, far from being weird."

"As for why I have wisdom and can even talk to you normally..."

"It's very simple. Do you think your arm can do anything if it is separated by itself?"

"Besides, if you separate your mouth, nose and eyes, what can you do?"

"No, Weirdness will not die. But if it is just a mouth, then it only has instincts. If it is just an arm, then it only has the instincts of the arm. If it is that, then it only has the instincts of dual cultivation."

As the narrator spoke at this moment, he walked back to Ye Wuyou, leaned down, looked at him calmly, and smiled lightly.

"What do you think is the being that combines all these things in a person and controls them all?"

Following the words, the narrator stretched out his hand and lightly tapped his head with his fingertips.

"It's the brain." (End of chapter)