My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 208: Strange Appearance
woo woo woo...

The sound of a whistle came into my ears through the window.

After listening for a while, Ye Wuyou didn't care.

This was the third day he had heard this strange whistle.

The tip of the pen gently fell on the book.

After finishing recording today's events, Ye Wuyou turned the page, thought for a moment, and wrote a few lines.

1. In the strange realm, identity determines everything.

Second, if you violate the rules of your identity, you will be lost, but you will not be affected.

Third, someone’s identity changes every day.

How to find that weirdness?
Very simple.

Just break the rules.

Instead of taking the trouble to search mountain after mountain, it is better to let the weirdness appear on its own.

Ordinary people would immediately lose themselves if they stepped into this strange place.

People with strange powers can still maintain their own identity when entering this strange area, but they cannot break the rules.

I am not afraid of all this.

This strange thing does not have a fatal magical power, it only has an effect on the mind, which is very much in line with what I want.

Ye Wuyou can disobey beings of higher status than himself without being affected.

"Buzz..."

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then he took out something.

A jade plaque.

This was something Lu Zhaolin had given him earlier, saying that this was the way to communicate.

The previous owner of this thing was Cui Yuan.

However, Cui Yuan later got lost in this strange place, so Lu Zhaolin took away everything from Cui Yuan with the idea of ​​not wasting resources.

Ye Wuyou looked at the jade token in his hand, and then took out a similar jade token.

This was obtained from the person from the Luo family.

At first I thought it was a defensive weapon, but I didn't expect it to be a communication tool.

Text appears on it, representing Lu Zhaolin's words.

"My status has changed. I am now an inner sect disciple. What about you?"

"No change." Ye Wuyou replied.

For two consecutive days, his identity did not change at all.

But the people around me keep changing.

Finally, he asked again.

"are you ready?"

"Anytime, it's just... I'm feeling a little weird right now."

Weird feeling?

The reply came quickly.

"I have spent twelve days here. This is my fifth identity. Twice I was a menial servant, twice I was an inner disciple, and once I was an outer disciple..."

"I have more memories of them in my mind. Even though I have always put them out of my mind, they still come back from time to time..."

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and then carefully thought about the meaning of these words.

There are memories of my current [identity] in my mind.

This is not surprising, because Ye Wuyou now has two more memories in his mind, one from his senior brother "Sun Yue" and the other from the so-called "Third Elder".

Ye Wuyou didn't care about it. He just glanced over these memories and put them behind him.

His understanding is very clear.

But it seems that Lu Zhaolin’s understanding... is not right.

Could it be that even if nothing is violated, as long as one is in this strange place, one will be affected little by little over time?

What would happen if Lu Zhaolin was trapped here forever, his identity constantly changing, with ten memories, a hundred different memories flooding into his mind?
Can't wait any longer.

Ye Wuyou sent a message to the other party, and then he flashed out and left the house.

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There are people coming and going on Zizhu Peak, it is very lively.

The top of the peak was even more lively, and the ancient hall was now full of guests.

Just because today is the 500th birthday of the master of Zizhu Peak.

There was an endless stream of congratulations and everything was exactly the same as it was in a normal secular sect.

Lu Zhaolin was standing in the crowd, looking around constantly with a very serious expression.

"He told me to come here and something weird would happen, but where are the weird traces here?" Lu Zhaolin's eyes showed confusion, and it was obvious that he didn't understand what he meant.

A loud and clear word.

"Welcome old peak master."

Many people stood on tiptoe to look, with envy and curiosity in their eyes.

But after waiting for a long time, the old peak master did not show up.

Just when some people were puzzled, a strange sound was suddenly heard.

pat...

A human head was thrown out from the back, adding a touch of bright color to the festive red carpet.

The head looked like a boy.

It is today's master of Zizhu Peak.

He was also Ye Wuyou’s “disciple” the day before yesterday, and Ye Wuyou’s master the day before yesterday.

He had no cultivation level at all, so Ye Wuyou cut off his head with no effort at all.

Ye Wuyou broke the rules and killed someone of higher status than himself.

Of course, he wasn't lost, or even feeling lost.

At this moment, he walked out from behind the curtain with a knife in hand, took a deep breath, and then looked at the people around him.

"He is the peak master, and I am just an elder under him. I will kill him now."

"So tell me, you bunch of devils, what are you going to do now!"

The scene that was noisy just now suddenly fell into silence.

It's not silence, it's dead silence.

Lu Zhaolin felt a chill for no reason. He gritted his teeth and looked around carefully.

Everyone's face was dull and their eyes were empty at this moment.

It's just like a normal person suddenly loses consciousness and becomes sluggish.

They seemed to not know what to do, because no one of lower status had ever been able to kill a person of higher status. But this feeling only lasted for a moment.

next second.

The dead silent crowd returned to normal.

Under Ye Wuyou's astonished gaze, a middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and walked step by step to the main seat.

The middle-aged man bowed and clasped his hands towards the people around him with a smile on his face.

"Meet the old peak master!"

Congratulations were heard everywhere.

No one looked at the head on the ground again.

It was obvious that the boy was the peak master just a moment ago.

"Want to ignore me?" Ye Wuyou was so angry that he laughed.

what is this?
Just like a script, everything has been arranged. Even if there is one actor missing, we can just pick another one from the crowd to fill in?

Ye Wuyou just didn't want to let this drama go on.

When he chopped off the new peak master's head with another blow, the crowd fell into silence again.

Another person was chosen, he replaced the original middle-aged man and became the new master of Zizhu Peak!

"Do you really think you can be infinite?"

The sword was swung out with wind and thunder, and the people around were affected.

The crowd was finally no longer in dead silence as before, but gradually became agitated.

"Who is he! He killed the old peak master! He violated the taboo!"

"That's the Third Elder. Why would the Third Elder do this?!"

"Call for help, call for help, the Third Elder has violated the biggest taboo, why doesn't the Sect Master punish him!!"

metropolitan?

Oh yes, in addition to several peak masters, there is also a sect master whose status is higher than mine.

I'll cut it off later.

Since this strange instinct is identity change, then I will make it so that no one can change it.

Ye Wuyou looked indifferently at the rioting crowd, who were now surrounding him.

There are many people in the fifth realm among the crowd.

But their status is too low.

Just a disciple.

Ye Wuyou even suspected that those disciples who had reached a high level were unaware of their own strength and that they only had the level but nowhere to display it.

If it were in the real world, with so many people in the fifth realm rushing forward, Ye Wuyou would have been beaten to death long ago.

But here, they were filled with fear.

Isn't it showing up yet?
Someone shouted.

"Third Elder, you killed the Peak Master, your crime is heinous!"

"When has the Peak Master ever owed you anything? Why are you doing this?"

"Go to hell!"

But among so many voices, there was one that stood out.

"No, Sanlang is usually very nice, and he treats us very well. He must have lost his mind. Let me talk to him, okay?"

"I am his Taoist partner, I can definitely persuade him."

The girl with twin ponytails staggered to Ye Wuyou's front, tears in her eyes, and trembled with a puzzled expression.

"Husband, what's wrong with you? Weren't you fine just now?"

Ye Wuyou glanced at the other person lightly, then he remembered that this woman was his current "Taoist partner".

The sorrow and pain in the other person's eyes did not seem fake, but extremely real.

But Ye Wuyou smiled.

One day she was my junior sister, and the next day she was my Taoist partner. What did that mean?
Everything is fake.

"I am not your Taoist partner, don't show up in front of me."

Hearing this, the woman's eyes showed sadness and she took a few steps back in panic, but then she opened her hands and stood in front of Ye Wuyou.

"Sanlang is a good man, Sanlang is a good man..."

A voice came from the sky.

"The leader has ordered us to kill this official with all our strength. This action is not against the taboo!"

The next moment, the crowd was excited.

The crowd who were originally timid and did not dare to take action, now waved their hands and countless magical powers appeared, attacking Ye Wuyou.

Taboo? What taboo?
Why can the sect leader's order make these people take action?
A dark blue figure blocked everything in front of him, and Ye Wuyou's figure became invisible.

When he appeared again, he was already among the crowd.

The blood turned into blood-colored threads, which emerged from the fingertips and then continued to extend in all directions, sweeping across like a knife-like thread.

At the same time, the majestic vortex of energy directly shattered everything.

Too weak, too frail.

These disciples have high realms, but the magical powers they display are extremely weak.

Ye Wuyou even saw a disciple in the fifth realm rushing towards him with bare hands.

Is all this training just for the purpose of boxing?
Several elders did display some decent magical powers, but their realms were low and they were not enough to pose a threat.

All hell breaks loose.

The crowded crowd and the countless disciples were almost killed by Ye Wuyou alone.

When the blade scratched the neck of one of them, that person suddenly turned around and said something with lifeless eyes.

"why?"

what why?
I want to attract that weird appearance!
You, a bunch of weird and fake beings, dare to question me?
But then, Ye Wuyou's figure paused slightly.

The questioning came like a wave, deafening.

All the remaining people around, all the people who had just fought with him, including the girl with the ponytails, paused at this moment.

They stood there motionless, their eyes lifeless, staring at Ye Wuyou with dull expressions, and shouted stiffly.

"why?"

"why?"

"why?"

Ye Wuyou was stunned at first, but then he understood something and scanned the surroundings sharply.

Is the weirdness finally going to show up?

(End of this chapter)