Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

Wang Hao weighed it, and finally his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly threw it out!

The glass bottle came from the air and fell on Wang Hu's side. With a crisp sound, it shattered. The stubble that splashed out fluttered, and even pierced his face.

Although Wang Hu was suffering from pain at the moment, after all, his temperament was unusual. He knew that he couldn't act rashly at the moment, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

But after just a moment, Wang Hu felt a strange aura.

He seemed to feel that the temperature in the room had dropped several times out of thin air, so that he felt shivering. But it was just such a flash of skill, he felt...

There seems to be an extra thing in your mind for no reason?

Vaguely, Wang Hu seemed to hear some small movements.

It was like the hazy echoes of ants whirling around in his ears, the slender limbs rubbing against the flesh.

This voice made Wang Hu feel a little annoyed, and at the same time, he also felt... there seemed to be some problems with his eyes.

He saw many different colors, as if they were overturned by naughty children, all kinds of colors were displayed at this moment, which made Wang Hu feel very strange...

Not far away, Wang Hao watched the demon incarnate and burst out of the bottle, spreading out at this moment, and finally enveloped Wang Hu inside.

With the experience of the previous two experiments, Wang Hao knew that this was a sign of successful attachment, and immediately shouted.

"Now start reading with me: I make a wish to restore the broken bed board to its original shape!"

Wang Hu's consciousness was a little hazy, he paused for a while, and it seemed that even his reaction was half a beat slower, then he answered and followed Wang Hao.

"I make a wish that the broken bed board will be restored to its original state..."

After a murmur-like remark, Wang Hu's vision suddenly darkened. The sudden loss of light made him anxious a little, but this phenomenon did not last long.

Soon, a sudden voice sounded in his mind.

'make a deal. ’

He couldn't hear the difference between men and women, old and young. But this voice was unusually familiar, which made him feel an inexplicable intimacy.

this……

Isn't it my own voice?

……

Wang Hao, who had been observing outside, noticed the change in the atmosphere almost instantly.

He saw that Wang Hu, who was lying on the ground with a painful face, suddenly had a sudden expression on his face - it was not a change in the pure sense, it was more like a pause, or a general state of freezing.

Immediately afterwards, the clothes on his body began to shatter, and finally turned into strips of cloth of different sizes, falling off him.

On the burnt-yellow skin, an island-like black mark slowly emerged, rendering Wang Hu's body a strange color.

In this situation, Wang Hao's face became solemn. He knew that Wang Hu must have completed the transaction, and his eyes widened at this moment, just to verify his conjecture!

That is to say...

The correct usage of the incarnation of the demon is not to let it attach itself, but to let others use it, so as to achieve a compromise effect.

It seems a little devious, but in fact, it is a very important point.

Because in fact, Wang Hao's understanding of the incarnation of demons is relatively one-sided. In the current situation, he only knows that the incarnation of the demon can increase the strength of the dependent.

There is no doubt that this is an effect on 'self'.

But what if the content of the wish could be transferred from oneself to the outside world?

This is a more theoretical inference, but also has a certain rationality, because the incarnation of the inner demon does have the potential in this regard.

And if this inference is correct, does it mean that... the incarnation of the demon can influence the rules and order in reality by relying on the power of Class B taboos?

"If Wang Hu can really restore the bed, it means that he does have the ability to influence the outside world. Then, to speculate further, if..."

Wang Hao asked him to make a wish to turn wood into steel?

Or let him make a wish to turn wooden boards into electronic components?

Even more outrageous... let him make a wish and put the debris that fell from the top of the bed...

For a larva that becomes a magic fly? !

The incarnation of a demon that is too outrageous cannot be realized, but where exactly is this limit?

neither knows!

At this moment, Wang Hao's mind bloomed like a wild and unrestrained thought.

At this moment, he stared at Wang Hu's appearance, just to get first-hand specific information!

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

With the interval of breathing, at about the sixth second, Wang Hao saw Wang Hu's body start to twitch.

His expression was still stagnant and distorted due to pain, the corners of his mouth were deflected, and his nose was crooked, which was inexplicably funny at this moment.

But Wang Hao couldn't laugh out loud.

Because he saw the pupils in Wang Hu's eyes, they were completely dilated at this time... His eyes became pitch black, completely losing the boundary between white and black.

Through these round black eyeballs, Wang Hao could not see the slightest emotion. Even the moment he glanced away, he had a very uncomfortable feeling.

He wanted to vomit, his ears buzzed, and he even felt his nostrils start to warm slightly.

Wang Hao is no stranger to this kind of feeling. A few days ago, when he was observing the 'Magic Nest Copy Painting', a similar situation happened!

"This Wang Hu should have completed the transaction with the demon incarnation..."

After realizing his own change, Wang Hao quickly averted his gaze. Then he only dared to look at Wang Hu with the corner of his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't help but have a little more expectation in his heart.

In the first experiment, the subject was a rogue. It seems that the reason is that the body is too thin, and almost instantly, it was covered by the black stripes spread on the body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and turned into fly ash.

In the second experiment, the subject was replaced by a tall and strong thug. This time, the situation was a little better, but in the end, there was still no deal, and it lost its shape...

Wang Hao speculates that this is related to the physical quality of the dependant, so this time he specially found Wang Hu.

"If it wasn't for Gu Qingqing's official commission, I really wouldn't have time to observe these guys who bully men and women..."

Ordinary people can indeed be used as experimental materials, but relatively speaking, Wang Hao is still more willing to choose this kind of dead guy.

Whether it is hypocrisy or contrived.

This is the rule Wang Hao set for himself. If he can't even follow this, he feels that he will completely lose his bottom line.

Thoughts were fleeting, Wang Hao's mind was spinning, and it was only the blink of an eye. He came back to his senses, just in time to see Wang Hu get up at this moment.

His body is a little staggered, because the ankle of his right leg has been shattered into slag, and it can't support him at all at this moment.

But even so, Wang Hu still relied on the support of his left foot, barely standing on his heels.

Wang Hao saw that he was just standing without any other movements, but at the same time... the surrounding atmosphere had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Wang Hao could feel a strange force field.

"This is……"

The wind is blowing, the light is drifting, the heat is condensing... All kinds of unrelated things seem to be swept up in a vortex at this moment, and finally converge on Wang Hu's body one after another.

Wang Hao swallowed his saliva unconsciously. He realized that... he seemed to be unable to understand what was about to happen in front of him.

And at this time.

Wang Hu slowly raised his right hand.