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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The more Zhao Yu cried, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if there was endless pain in his heart and his expression was extremely sad.

Even if she closed her eyes, the noodles couldn't stop flowing down.

Soon the bowl was no longer full, and she couldn't eat any more, letting the noodles overflow.

She had noodles in her mouth and was so sad that she couldn't swallow them. She bit her chopsticks and cried loudly, trying her best to vent the frustration and sadness in her heart.

"Wow wow wow..."

Yan Nu quickly took the bowl to catch the clattering noodles, walked over and patted her on the back: "Okay, okay... don't cry."

Yakze couldn't help but stare at her, dazed.

This woman was crying very sadly, but her face was full of noodles and very weird and funny.

After a long while, Zhao Yu stopped eating the noodles. She sobbed and wiped the noodles from her face.

He also gently rubbed his eyes and rubbed out a small piece of noodles from the corner of his eyes.

She would still sob from time to time and wipe her nose with a handkerchief politely: "It's funny..."

"..." Yake was stunned.

Then when he saw the woman staring at her, he immediately averted her eyes and looked away, with an exploratory expression, as if there was some scenery outside the window.

Yan Nu was very happy and laughed: "It's really funny!"

Then he gulped down, or rather 'drank', a large bowl of noodles.

Wiped his mouth and slapped the bowl.

If you ignore Yan Nu's current girlish figure, he still looks like a very bold man.

"This is the first time I have seen such an interesting characteristic. Can anything be changed? Will it hurt my eyes?" Yan Nu's face was full of excitement, like a curious baby.

Zhao Yu calmed down and said with a smile: "It's not 'change', but these are my tears."

"Whatever it is, even if it's poison, I don't feel the pungency."

"Because at the level of characteristics, it is equivalent to my tears, so it flows down so smoothly and will not hurt me."

"Of course, after it leaves my body, this relationship is broken, and I can eat it as food."

Yan Nu nodded, he could understand this, because the knife was like this too.

It seems that he is just a mortal, but he contains all kinds of power. If he doesn't show it, it's as if he doesn't have it.

The so-called "underworld" is probably what Zhao Yu calls the 'characteristic level'.

There are also all the things that are symbiotic with him. For others, the origin is the origin, and the true energy is the true energy.

But for him, it is his origin and his true energy.

This is the so-called 'no matter what the natural level is, it can also be equivalent to another thing in some way'.

Zhao Yu continued: "Most strange objects will be like this..."

"This feeling of 'equal to' and 'forced to be regarded' is like the superposition of nature that is forced to accept various contradictory manifestations."

Yan Nu muttered: "I think your ability is the strangest, much weirder than our characteristics... It feels... very unreasonable..."

Zhao Yu smiled: "I understand how you feel, it seems completely inexplicable."

"Actually, all strange things are like this. I don't know where they come from, and I don't know where they are going. Their effects are all kinds of strange. Everything is possible."

"You just don't see enough of me."

"In other words, what you saw... can make people stronger, and there are even spells that can achieve similar effects, giving people an explainable illusion."

"I know..." Yan Nu put his hands on his hips and thought, many strange objects felt inconsistent.

But after seeing Zhao Yu's characteristics, this sense of dissonance reached its peak.

Although he has seen so many strange objects, the 'strange tear effect' still makes him feel outrageous.

If you think about it carefully, it is because the characteristics that you have seen before have similar abilities, spells, and magical powers, and can also achieve similar effects.

For example, immunity to damage can be matched by spells such as invulnerability. Although it is not the same thing at all, it can at least be interpreted as a more absolute golden body on the surface, and then the sense of disobedience can be eliminated in the heart.

Another example is that he himself can refresh his 'physical energy' by eating grass and soil. This is actually very inexplicable, but it is easy to accept, because others can also take pills.

And isn’t it normal to ‘eat food to replenish physical energy’?

"But in fact, the strange object is far more than that. It can completely surpass all reason and intuition?" Yan Nu said.

Zhao Yu sighed: "Yes, it even subverts the concept, subverts all your perceptions..."

"In fact, how can strange objects have a purpose?"

"My characteristic is to let my tears show up in the form of food. It is neither to make me stronger nor to make me immortal..."

"Some strange objects have no use at all. They just exist in this world and are devouring history."

"There are also strange objects that exist silently, spinning constantly. Nothing can stop or destroy them. They seem to spin endlessly, which is the meaning of their existence."

"A friend of mine once said: The so-called strange thing is just that kind of thing. It simply exists and absolutely realizes its own characteristics. That's all. All meanings are given by people."

“Only by not subjectively determining ‘why’ it exists can we truly open our minds and understand the unknown effects of strange objects with the most calm and intuitive mind.”

"The meaning of the existence of a strange object only depends on the person who uses it."

Yan Nu felt that his understanding of strange objects was deeper.

Because in the past, people always described it in terms of "power that defies the heavens", "strange power and sorcery", and the spells are also very magical, so even if they know the uniqueness of the strange objects, they are still constrained within a certain framework.

But now, he jumped out of this framework and began to look at strange objects from a more detached perspective.

Abrupt existence, independent and absolute.

People may use them and give them various meanings, but in essence, strange objects and all "non-wonderful objects" are not things under the same concept.

"What swallowing history? What endless rotation? Have you seen so many strange things? Where are they?" Yan Nu asked in surprise.

Zhao Yu did not answer, smiled faintly, and asked: "Do you believe me?"

"Eh?" Yan Nu was startled.

The corner of Zhao Yu's mouth rose: "You can still regard me as a fake ghost, but at least you have believed my words, right?"

"I said I had the characteristics of a tearer, and then I showed it to you. Is this true?"

“How can you ‘disbelieve’ this kind of thing?”

Yan Nu is thinking, thinking about the absolute characteristics, whether fake ghosts can also disguise themselves.

Although crying over noodles just now was just a symptom, it can also be explained by hallucinations.

But Yan Nu wouldn't think so, because the people in the town depended on this food for their lives. If Zhao Yu's ability was regarded as false, he would face even more problems.

Zhao Yu saw him thinking and continued: "Whether what the fake ghost said is true or false is not important at all."

"If the fake guy says, 'The weather is really nice, do you have to make yourself feel like the weather is bad?'"

"If a fake ghost points at you and says you are a fake ghost, do you 'believe' or 'disbelieve'?"

"We have made countless attempts regarding the fake ghost effect here, and finally determined that as long as you don't believe that the fake ghost is a human being, there will be no problem in listening to whatever the other party says."

Yan Nu nodded: "That's true...I understand."

He scratched his head and had completely figured it out.

What can be believed and what cannot be believed, in fact, as long as you live here for a long time and analyze it rationally, you can slowly sort it out.

"You said...'we' have made countless attempts?" Yan Nu suddenly asked.

Zhao Yu looked outside the inn and smiled bitterly: "Yes, there are many people who came in with me. But now... I am the only one left."

Yan Nu pursed his lips and said, "Are they all killed by fake ghosts..."

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, and noodles appeared vaguely in the corner of his eyes: "They still exist, don't they? Maybe we can't think of it as death."

"I can still make friends with them, even if they have changed their appearance and personality... It's like they have become another person."

"But we agreed that we will still be partners in the next life."

Yan Nu looked deeply at this woman, feeling that her eyes were filled with countless emotions.

If he thought it was a fake ghost disguise, his simple heart would be full of awkwardness.

Because he always believes in the most straightforward feelings.

At this time, two more people walked in.

One of them was a warrior and asked Zhao Yu directly for noodles. Zhao Yu called out his name, got up and went to feed him.

The warrior looked at her warily: "You don't have to cook, just give me ten pounds of noodles and two pounds of meat."

Zhao Yu was not angry at all. He brought it to him and said with a smile, "These noodles are lumpy. Do you want to take them back and crush them and eat them as cakes?"

The warrior ignored her, took the things and left.

In comparison, the other person was much kinder: "Xiao Zhao, I just love eating your noodles."

Zhao Yu chuckled and cooked himself, making him a large bowl of noodles with rich ingredients.

"Old Yao, didn't you say you wanted to get married last time?"

The man stared at Zhao Yu closely and smiled shyly: "...I haven't told her yet, I'm afraid she won't want to."

"How do you know if you don't tell me?" Zhao Yu said meaningfully.

The man lowered his head to eat the noodles and hesitated for a while before saying: "Yu'er, let's get married. Although I'm stuck here, I can't give you anything...but..."

"It doesn't matter, I promise you." Zhao Yu said happily.

"Really...really?" Lao Yao stood up in surprise.

Zhao Yu gave him a blank look: "If you had said it earlier, I would have agreed."

"Then I'll go back and prepare..." Old Yao said anxiously.

"No need to bother..."

"Everyone needs to be here." Lao Yao happily ran out of the inn.

Yan Nu was confused and asked: "Is he a fake ghost?"

"Yes." Zhao Yu had a smile on his face.

"Ah?" Yan Nu was stunned: "You want to marry a fake ghost?"

Zhao Yu said indifferently: "Why not? There is no difference between him and Lao Yao."

Yan Nu believes that she has many friends in the town, not to mention friends, she even has lovers...

They all plan to get married and have children.

"Is it true that I can never get out?" Yan Nu murmured sadly.

Zhao Yu calmly said: "If you can't get out, just stay here with peace of mind. Just treat me as a fake ghost, it doesn't matter, we can still be friends."

Yan Nu lowered his head and thought hard.

Zhao Yu asked him: "I still don't know your name?"

Yan Nu said: "My name is Jiang Yan'er. I am fifteen years old. My family didn't give me a name."

"Huh? It sounds like a girl's name." Zhao Yu smiled.

Yan Nu's eyes widened and he said in a heroic voice: "What's wrong with the girl? I still ride a horse and fight!"

Zhao Yu was startled: "Are you a girl?"

"Right? Hey, can't you tell? I've always worn men's clothes." Yan Nu was still carefree and spoke frankly.

But he completely thinks that he is a girl.

Zhao Yu narrowed his eyes: "Don't you think everyone is a fake ghost..."

"Huh?" Yan Nu said, "There are all fake ghosts in this town. I understand. I also regard you as a fake ghost in my heart, but this doesn't hinder our communication."

Zhao Yu curled his lips and said, "I didn't mean that I..."

She thought to herself: This Jiang Yaner was clearly a man before, but he has forgotten it and his memory has been tampered with.

Obviously, he always believed that someone was not a fake ghost without knowing it.

Who is the one? He must not have believed anyone who told him about the situation in the town before...

so……

Zhao Yu looked at the embarrassed Ya Ke and thought to himself: "Sure enough, this is not the real Ya Ke."

"The real Yake, I'm afraid there is also a fake ghost beside him, and he is being constantly changed."

Yan Nu asked curiously: "What are you thinking about? What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Zhao Yu said: "Nothing...have you and Yake ever separated?"

Yan Nu blurted out: "No, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yu hesitated for a while, but finally did not remind Yan Nu.

A trait like absolute adaptability is too scary. Perhaps it would be better for An Ran to be a fake ghost girl in this small town outside the world.

The same is true for Yak. She hopes that Yak will quickly become a boy who has forgotten the Bald Hair Family.

Otherwise, if these two people fight again, the entire town will be destroyed. No one in this space can survive except them.

Seeing that Yan Nu was deep in thought, Zhao Yu turned around and said, "Don't you want to know about the Bone Clothes Man? The characteristics of the 'Bone Clothes', as the name suggests, all his clothes and decorations are his bones."

Yan Nu was startled: "Huh? No wonder there are so many sharp blades on his body."

"Could it be that he can control everything he wears like he controls his fingers?!"

Zhao Yu was a little surprised, then nodded approvingly: "Jiang Yan'er, you responded quickly..."

"That's right, even if there are no flesh and blood meridians connected at all, he can still control them 'like an arm and a finger'."

"Is there anything else you can think of?"

Yan Nu sat sideways on the table, his loose clothes slightly exposed.

He touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Why is it called a bone suit? If it is just for simple manipulation, there is no need to call it a bone. It could also be a 'man in hand suit'."

"Could it be that his clothes are torn and injured, and it hurts to the bone?"

Zhao Yu sighed and said, "That's right. Pulling off a pendant on your body will be as painful as pulling out a bone."

"Searing clothes is like tearing bones... That's why they are called people in bone clothes. In fact, more strictly speaking, it should be 'clothes like flesh and bones'."

"Every time the man in bone clothes fights, it is unimaginable pain for ordinary people."

"But they still wear all kinds of things on their bodies in order to enhance their abilities."

"Because anything hanging on the body can be controlled. Even if it is a silk thread that stretches hundreds of feet, the end of the thread is extremely flexible and tactile, with endless magical uses."

"And there's no price to pay for that trait other than this pain."

"Even if all his clothes are destroyed, he won't die. After all, he has extra bones."

Yan Nu observed her: "You really know these people, right? Are you with them?"

Zhao Yu's lips curled up slightly: "That's right, we all belong to the devil's path."

Yan Nu said excitedly: "It turns out to be the devil."

Then he became depressed. Zhao Yu and the person who moved the stone tablet were all in the same group. In other words, if he could get out, Zhao Yu should also know how to get out.

However, the reality is that Zhao Yu plans to stay here forever, and even wants to get married and have children.

"Is there really no way to leave? Where did the man in bone clothes go?" Yan Nu asked unwillingly.

Zhao Yu said: "It should be that his appearance has been changed."

"This is a characteristic-level appearance tampering. It will not affect any of the original abilities. Whether it is appearance, gender or even soul image, it has been changed. Of course you will not be able to recognize it."

"Maybe he is wandering around the town now, and you think he is a stranger."

Yan Nu exclaimed: "You mean, he deliberately believed in a fake ghost to change himself and hide it from us?"

Zhao Yu spread his hands: "Maybe."

"In this case, is it possible to find him through his characteristics? No matter what he becomes, the characteristics of the bone clothing will still exist, right?" Yan Nu thought.

Zhao Yu nodded: "Yes, fake ghosts can imitate a person perfectly, but they are very weak in terms of characteristics and can only pretend on the surface."

Yan Nu said excitedly: "Then I'll go and pull off everyone's clothes. Whoever feels pain is the one!"

"Yake! Let's go!"

Zhao Yu said quickly: "What's the use of finding it! There's no way to get out..."

Then he whispered: "Yan'er, you should give up...it's time to figure it out, you belong here."

Seeing that Yan Nu was still calling Yake to go with him, he knew that he still believed that the man in front of him was Yake.

Being so eager to get out, the fake ghost should have tampered with his memory again to make him forget himself even more completely.

Unexpectedly, Yan Nu shouted firmly.

"No! I haven't brought peace to the world yet!"

In an instant, he felt various memories appear in his consciousness continuously, overwriting his original memories.

But all this information formed a personality called "Fake Ghost Girl Jiang Yan'er".

"Eh? Is my memory already being tampered with?" Yan Nu scratched his head in shock.

He felt that he had three personalities, the 'original me', the 'middle man's appearance', and the 'fake ghost girl'.

One of them, a memory that had been inserted into the original me, was automatically classified as a fake ghost girl.

When Zhao Yu saw him taking the initiative to realize it, he couldn't help but be startled: "Who are you?"

"Ah? I'm Jiang Yannu."

"..." While Zhao Yu repeatedly warned himself that the person in front of him was a fake ghost, he calmly realized that he was absolutely adaptable and adapted to the memory tampering.

"It's so scary. Can you even adapt to a twisted mind?"

"What kind of twisted mind?" Yan Nu said, realizing that he just thought he was a man named Jiang Yan'er.

"Ah... this memory tampering is so terrifying, I don't feel it at all."

"Who can change me? I don't believe you..."

The corners of Zhao Yu's mouth twitched.

Good guy, I haven't realized who the fake ghost is yet, but I am already at a loss and not afraid of the fake ghost's assimilation.

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p.s: Sorry.