My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 151 Death Note
With his thoughts in a state of flux, Ye Wuyou did not return to the stands. He wanted to find the little fox to relax, but he received a message from the policeman almost soon after he left.

Ye Wuyou came to the outside of a bamboo forest, where there was a small bamboo building.

There was only Lu Qingshan in the bamboo building, and he was sitting at the table meticulously.

His expression was focused and his eyes were extremely serious.

Ye Wuyou initially thought that something big might have happened, and it was indeed the case. Lu Qingshan had a booklet in his hand with four big words written on the cover.

The Secret Biography of Daqian

The master is really knowledgeable. The seven hundred years of Da Yan history are not enough for him to read, and he has already started studying Da Qian.

Ye Wuyou walked to Lu Qingshan's side. The other party did not look up, but looked at the book intently.

Hmm? Something doesn't feel right. Take another look?
"A beautiful and noble beauty, now with a thin breast, soft and boneless like a jade sculpture... her expression is unparalleled, beautiful beyond words."

The next moment, Ye Wuyou’s loud shout came from the bamboo forest.

"Lu Qingshan, you are watching this again, can you please be more careful!"

Facing Ye Wuyou's words, Lu Qingshan looked calm. He pulled his mind back from his immersion and closed the book carefully.

Then, he threw a thick book to Ye Wuyou.

"Well, can you read the Daqian Secret Biography, which truly records history?"

Ye Wuyou symbolically turned two pages and instantly felt sleepy.

Looking at Lu Qingshan again, he didn't say anything, but his expression revealed a smile that indicated that it was as expected.

"Is there something?" Ye Wuyou asked.

"It's not that I have something to say, but that you have something to say to me."

Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows, threw the heavy book aside, dragged a bamboo chair with one hand and sat down, then spoke softly in a very casual tone.

"I heard earlier that there are demons gathering outside the Great Yan Territory..."

"It can be solved." Lu Qingshan chuckled.

Ye Wuyou did not pause, but changed the subject and continued.

"Someone told me that the Xuan Kingdom of the sect wants to use this to ..."

"Anymore?"

Ye Wuyou ignored the other party's interruption and continued speaking.

"They said that if you don't give it to them, they will come to take it themselves. Lu Qingshan, I'm really curious about what that thing on you is. Why is it so worthy of others' concern?"

This is the question Ye Wuyou wants to know most.

As he spoke, he looked gently at a few steps behind Lu Qingshan.

It was truly a strange piece of wreckage of the road. This was what Ye Wuyou felt from the first moment he saw it.

It always stood beside Lu Qingshan and never left.

But this is a little unusual.

In Ye Wuyou's eyes, the "ghost" naturally has a physical form. Although it can be taken out separately and placed behind him, most of the time it is in a state of integration with himself.

As for Xu Qingyuan, he had never seen the remains of the Great Road [Retracing].

Or maybe it was like the great eunuch in the imperial city, the remains on his body seemed to be hidden deliberately, and if it weren't for an accidental remark from the narrator, Ye Wuyou might not have been able to notice it.

Only the wreckage of the road behind Lu Qingshan was always following the other party slowly and steadily. Although it was invisible to ordinary people, it was extremely obvious in his eyes.

Lu Qingshan was silent for a while, seemingly hesitating.

But in Ye Wuyou's sight, the illusory figure behind him slowly walked in front of Lu Qingshan.

After an unknown amount of time of silence, Lu Qingshan finally raised his hand, as if he had taken something from the phantom.

He handed it to Ye Wuyou gently, even though he had nothing in his hand.

[You see through this illusion, it turns out to be death...]

As the narration continued, Ye Wuyou felt as if he could see.

In other words, the right eye can see.

In Lu Qingshan's hand was a pitch-black book with dark lines lingering on it, emitting an ominous aura.

The pages of the book were gently opened.

Lu Qingshan casually flipped through a few pages, and soon the handwriting became extremely blurry, and Ye Wuyou couldn't see it clearly, but he could vaguely see that they were names one after another.

"What is this?" Ye Wuyou was shocked, but still asked in confusion.

A calm voice came.

"die."

"Whoever writes his name in this book will die regardless of his level of cultivation or anything else."

Lu Qingshan spoke lightly, and at the end he smiled, his expression revealing a sense of reminiscence.

"It is said that books contain golden houses and beautiful women. I, your teacher, discovered this by accident when I was searching for a rare illustration. The ancients were right."

"But I've never seen you write a person's name!" Ye Wuyou said in astonishment.

Lu Qingshan handed the book in his hand to the illusory figure behind him and pointed lightly.

"It's not me who writes, it's him who writes."

"For those whose realm is lower than the fifth realm, the master will do the work. For those whose realm is higher than the fifth realm, it will carve their names on them."

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze from the illusory figure, and was stunned for a while, then turned his head gently to look at the ghost behind him. The blue figure was still standing behind him stupidly, and Ye Wuyou inexplicably felt that the "ghost" was like a fool.

No, how could such a terrifying thing exist in the world?

Doesn't it mean that as long as you have the wreckage, all your realms of cultivation will be like illusions?

"Then, what's the price?" He focused his eyes slightly and asked the most crucial question.

Weirdness is unreasonable, just like the real and fake child. The other party does not seem to care about the level of cultivation, but perhaps not as violent and direct as the remains of Lu Qingshan.

However, the more terrifying the existence is, the greater the price it requires.

"The price... It only gave me seven places at first, seven places for unconditional killing. You can simply understand it as..."

"Qisha must die." Lu Qingshan said leisurely.

"So how many times are left now?"

"What are you thinking about? They have been used up long ago. During those years of fighting, even the seventh realm has appeared. Your master is not truly invincible. How can seven places be enough?" Lu Qingshan said disapprovingly.

It was as if the words they said when they first met suddenly came to Ye Wuyou's mind.

[It is nothing but a dying shell...]

"So what are you now?"

An unexpected answer came.

"Master doesn't know, and has never felt any erosion." Lu Qingshan said calmly.

“Or, not knowing the price is also a price.”

He stood up, pointed at the illusory figure behind him, and said calmly.

"My master should have been completely eroded long ago, but a strange thing happened. It did not leave me, but continued to follow me."

"I no longer control it, but it can still help me use that terrifying power."

Ye Wuyou couldn't believe it and finally spoke.

"How can this be?"

"Why not?" Lu Qingshan asked back immediately.

He looked at Ye Wuyou and uttered two words softly.

"Mute girl."

Ye Wuyou suddenly thought of something.

Mute girl.

That Miss Sadako, the one with the weirdness of [Silence].

He should have had nothing to do with her, but at that time, the mute girl helped him and fought against the footless man.

Even after that, although he couldn't be sure, Ye Wuyou vaguely felt that the mute girl had no ill will towards him and even wanted to stay with him.

Is that goodwill?
But how can we judge the weirdness based on good and evil?

reason?

Without a reason, Ye Wuyou had no way of understanding why those strange people did things. Perhaps they had some kind of pattern to follow, but most of the time they seemed to rely solely on instinct.

You spend so much effort to figure out the rules, and others come up and break your legs.

[Why is there no reason? You have already thought of the reason. The mute girl did rely on instinct, but sexual instinct is also instinct.]

[Thinking of this, you make a prompt decision and immediately run back to the prison to bring the other person out to keep him by your side. With just three offerings of love a day, you will have a brand new body of wreckage to keep by your side.]

what?
Brushing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Ye Wuyou looked at the illusory figure, then looked at Lu Qingshan, and felt that the reason between the two should not be like this.

"There's no need to be so surprised, and don't think too much. There's no need for you to waste your time on something that even I can't figure out."

"After all, everything is already bad. Can it get any worse?"

[You are so perceptive that you can tell at a glance that there is not a single truth in the mouth of this stinking pedant]

Lu Qingshan spoke in a leisurely tone with a smile in his eyes.

"So as the master said, everything can be solved."

This……

If the facts are really as Lu Qingshan said, then everything seems to be no big problem.

But is it really like that?

Ye Wuyou thought about it and decided to give advice. His words were all about the three aspects of Da Yan, the demon clan, and Da Xuan.

Even if one really has the ability to solve the problem, it is unwise to bet everything on the wreckage of the road left behind for unknown purposes.

The worst possible scenario is that the weirdness that symbolizes death has left without anyone knowing.

Ye Wuyou felt that there was no way Lu Qingshan had not considered this.

But in the face of Ye Wuyou's chattering, Lu Qingshan sat down calmly, listened for a while, and leaned forward slightly.

He finally spoke, looking at Ye Wuyou with a slightly puzzled tone.

"Wuyou...do you all think so?"

"Da Yan is very important to me?"

After he finished speaking, the illusory figure behind him suddenly trembled.

(End of this chapter)