The House of Everything I Created

But this method still needs experiments to determine whether his theory is correct or not.

It was 12 o'clock in a blink of an eye, and soon Zhao Hongxia received a call.

Picking up the phone, he looked at Lin Yi, "Let's go, he showed up."

The two turned and left the Wanshiwu and came to the van outside.

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The van had already driven out quickly and headed for the target location.

When they stopped, they had arrived at a dilapidated street in the north of the city.

Stopping at the entrance of the street, Lin Yi and the others jumped out of the van.

Zhao Hongxia stood beside him and looked at the end of the street, where there was an alley.

At the intersection of the alley and the street, an old man was sitting there.

In front of him was a shoulder pole and two pieces of wood.

Some people looked at the street, but didn't see him at all, always passing by directly.

Lin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered the contents of the file when he got it.

Not everyone can see this old man, or this old man will emit a strange power that affects passers-by.

Only some specific people will notice him.

However, this power is very weak. If you realize his existence, it is easy to find him and will not be affected by this power.

It is a bit similar to the ability of Lin Yi to move thatched houses, which can directly block all eyes.

All the people attracted are of the same type, young girls about ten or seventeen or eight years old.

That is the best age in their lives, enjoying the best youth and time.

Zhao Hongxia looked there and said calmly.

"That is the old man of the ghost story."

Lin Yi looked from a distance, with a trace of thought in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go and take a look."

Lin Yi and Zhao Hongxia came to the end of the street in a few steps, and they stood in front of the old man.

Lin Yi looked down at the old man, and the light of the true destiny flashed in his eyes.

A black line enveloped him, but the old man seemed to have no true destiny.

Lin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, "No true destiny, but it was classified as C-level."

"That is to say, the ghost story with true destiny has no necessary relationship with the level of the ghost story?"

Thinking of this, a trace of thought appeared in his eyes.

Lin Yi looked at the old man, "Have a bowl of tofu brain."

Hearing Lin Yi's voice, the old man slowly raised his head, but his face was not as kind as when facing those girls, on the contrary, it was very indifferent.

"5 yuan a bowl."

The old man did not refuse Lin Yi's request, but quickly started to get busy.

Lin Yi looked at him quietly, wearing a blue Zhongshan suit, with wrinkles all over his face, gray hair, and beard.

His face was as cold as a stone, expressionless, and there was no spirit in his eyes, like a puppet.

Lin Yi's heart moved slightly, "Is this a mechanical type of ghost story?"

Among the four types of ghost stories he had come into contact with, Lin Yi clearly realized that there were also various differences in ghost stories.

First, it is a completely rational story without any fluctuations in wisdom.

The second is the story of Yamada Guiye, who has very strong emotional fluctuations.

"Maybe all this has something to do with the true destiny."

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was thinking.

Soon, a bowl of tofu pudding appeared in front of him. Lin Yi glanced at it casually. It was a mass of black lines.

It was not a substance from beginning to end, but a concrete product of black lines.

Lin Yi looked at the old man and handed him 5 yuan.

Turning to look at Zhao Hongxia, "Notify your people to block this place and don't let anyone in."

"Let's take this thing back and check it. Maybe we can get some information."

Zhao Hongxia was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

But just when Lin Yi was about to leave with the bowl of tofu pudding, a figure blocked him, so abrupt and elusive.

The old man looked at him coldly, "Eat it."

Seeing this scene, Lin Yi had a faint smile on his lips.

His eyes fell on Zhao Hongxia.

"You leave first, I want to experiment."

Zhao Hongxia nodded and said nothing more.

Lin Yi in front of him had great magical powers. Since the other party said so, he just copied it.

Zhao Hongxia quickly left here, and the old man ignored her, just looking at Lin Yi quietly.

It seemed that he had no intention of letting him leave.

Lin Yi looked at the tofu brain in his hand, and a hint of curiosity appeared in his eyes.

He wanted to see how this thing worked.

He ate it bite by bite.

After eating, he put the bowl on the wooden barrel.

He could feel that this thing disappeared after eating it, and it did not exist in his stomach.

Instead, it turned into a black line that shuttled through his body.

He vaguely felt an inexplicable desire, flickering in his heart.

He wanted to eat another bowl, and a fierce expectation burst out from his heart.

This expectation even broke through his reason, making his face solemn in an instant.

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and his mechanical and cold face showed a trace of ferocity.

Then, he walked towards Lin Yi step by step, and he slowly stretched out his hands and grabbed Lin Yi.

At this time, Lin Yi was trying his best to suppress his inner impulse, and his eyes noticed the strange behavior of the old man.

But he did not stop it. This was a phenomenon that had never appeared in the information file Zhao Hongxia gave him.

"In other words, will non-target people have other reactions after eating tofu brain?"

He looked at the old man who was walking towards him, and a trace of ferocity appeared on his face.

"It's not that easy to kill me."

The power of the boundless true destiny enveloped him, and the next moment his feet flashed, and when he appeared again, he had come to another street.

At this time, the power of the true destiny and perseverance flashed, covering his whole body in an instant.

His eyes flashed with the brilliance of the true destiny, and he saw the black lines running through his body at a glance.

These lines affect his own spirit, and they are some kind of spiritual power.

Covered in the light of the True Destiny and Perseverance, Lin Yi reached out his hand and grabbed inside his body.

The power of the True Destiny and Perseverance surged and flashed, and instantly grabbed one of the black lines.

Then he pulled hard, and the black line was pulled out of his body.

Exposed to the air, these black lines twisted strangely, as if they had life.

In Lin Yi's sight, these black lines leaked information one after another.